“That’s what I didn’t get to do this morning. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you the rest later on.”
Landon
Tilly pulls herself away from me, but leaves her hand rested on my thigh, close enough to make me pay attention if she wants me to.
“You ought to be careful, Tilly. I might start thinking you actually like me.”
“I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening too soon, and don’t flatter yourself anyway, Landon, I was right on the edge of giving up.”
“Was that before or after you practically begged me to bring you out here? On such a beautiful day too.”
“You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”
Rain hammers against the windshield and I have to drive slowly just to keep the car on the road.
“How could I refuse?”
“You can’t, obviously. So go on, admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“Admit you can’t resist me.”
I have to give her a look then, just to keep her in check.
“I knew it. Even with his career on the line, Landon Maddox couldn’t keep his hands off me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t need to.”
“And my career is only on the line if they find out, which is why we better make it worth it if they do.”
Tilly holds my gaze for a while before I have to look back to the road.
“I came out here to see the lake, I don’t know what you’ve got in mind.”
“I’m not sure how much you’ll see with the windows all steamed up.”
I know exactly what she’s got in mind even if she plans to play it hard to get. She knows I know too, that’s what that little display was all about when we’d barely even left the house, that’s why she’s got her hand inches away from my dick, and why she doesn’t mind me squeezing her leg when I should be changing gear.
“I’m not going to tell anyone by the way. Not unless you piss me off.”
“I guess I better behave myself then.”
“Well I didn’t say that.”
It’s a forty five minute drive to the lake in this weather, and when we get there, it’s still raining too heavily to get out of the car. In the distance I can see blue skies, and light breaking through thick grey cloud, but right where we are, it’s like being stuck in a washing machine. I kill the engine, and the windows fill with water so quickly I feel like we are sinking underwater. We can barely see out of them, but it doesn’t matter. Even if someone else were stupid enough to be out in this, it means they wouldn’t be able to see in. Tilly can’t see the lake, but I know that’s not why she’s demanded we come here anyway.
“Stunning.”
“I don’t know. Looks a little rocky from this side. A little dangerous.”
“It might look different if you get a bit closer.”
I’ve practically been hard or at least semi hard for most of this vacation, but yesterday and today, after Tilly and I fucked for the first time, then couldn’t fuck because of Dad’s Lazarus appearance, and then fucked again, but slowly and quietly, I’ve been a hair trigger away from exploding. I don’t like to admit it, but Tilly is driving me wild, without really doing anything out of the ordinary either.
Just watching her gets me going, listening to her talk about nothing when she’s really talking about us, seeing the way her brain ticks over, it turns me on. Last night was incredible, even if we were restricted, perhaps because of it, and right now I want to rip her clothes off with an urgency that risks betraying just how I feel about her, which, by the way, seems to grow in intensity the more time that passes.
I’ve had feelings like this before, beginnings of relationships that mirror this one, but not once as an independent adult have I had a similar situation, where we have to sneak around to snatch moments together, hiding in front of others what we really want to say to each other. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking out of the house to make out with one of the cheerleaders from the club, and I wonder how long we’ll have to keep doing it for.
“Are you seducing me?”
“Are you letting yourself be seduced?”
Tilly flutters her eyelids. She sweeps her hair away from her face, poses theatrically, purses her lips together and then bites the lower one. Finally, she flops back into the seat casually, a wide smile breaking out across her face.
“Last night was pretty fucking intense, Landon. I thought I was going to break.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“What if you can’t improve on it?”
“I guess I’ll just have to try real hard.”
“I’ve never fucked in a car before, it seems kind of restrictive.”
“At least you can scream in here without anyone hearing you.”
“That sounds like a luxury I didn’t think I’d get today.”
“You might have to make the most of it, if Dad continues his rapid recovery.”
“Maybe we’ll just have to end the vacation early so we can carry on at home.”
“What if you decide this is just a holiday romance?”
“I might have to ask your coach that question.”
“He might suggest you continue with it.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see if I can fit you into my busy life then.”
“And you into mine.”
“Between your dates with underwear models?”
“Underwear models are boring people.”
“Oh, I know that already. They don’t even scream when they fuck.”
“Then I guess you’re in safe hands.”
“I wouldn’t say that, you are my stepbrother after all.”
“I wouldn’t say that either, people will begin to talk.”
“Then I guess we have to keep it a secret.”
“If you want to keep it at all.”
“I haven’t made my mind up yet. I hate you remember, it’s a bit of an obstacle.”
“You seem to be doing alright so far.”
“I’m learning.”
“I can see.”
“What else can you see?”
“Fantastic body, good sense of humor, spirited outlook.”
“A dangerous combination.”
“Perhaps.”
“Go on.”
“Fortitude. Adventure. Passion. Depth.”
“Now I know you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Is it working?”
“Ask me into the back and I’ll tell you.”
“If I ask you into the back you’ll have to show me instead.”
“I haven’t got much space to work with.”
“I have faith enough that you’ll manage.”
“Then I guess that leaves me with no choice.”
“Would you like to come into the back with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Tilly kicks her shoes off and climbs from the passenger seat into the back seat, small enough to fit across all three of them lying down. I pause for a moment just to take her in, before I can’t resist any longer and climb over the seat towards her.
“Be gentle”, she warns.
“Gentle was last night, Tilly. Today I’m going to make you scream.”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to set achievable goals, Landon, then you won’t be disappointed if they don’t come off?”
“Tell me that when you’re having another orgasm.”
“I’ll let you know when I have the first one.”
“Oh, really?”
Tilly nods. She doesn’t say anything because she’s too busy trying to hold down a laugh.
“You’re just going to lie there while I give you one then are you?”
“No, I’m just going to lie here while you try.”
“Is that right?”
Tilly nods again.
“Ok, but if you don’t like my technique, tough.”
I’ve got half a mind to work her righ
t up to the edge and stop, so I can make her come if I want to just by blowing gently on her skin, and deny her it until she begs me to do it. That ought to serve her right for teasing me, but I know I haven’t got the heart to do it.
“Is that what you call it?”
I don’t even bother answering that one. I just give her a glare that tells her everything she needs to know about my technique, while I run a hand underneath her dress up to her inner thigh, but not quite far enough to reach her panties. Tilly practically has to hold her breath to stop herself from moaning, her toes pressed firmly enough against the car door to make her thighs tense up.
“You might have to take them off.”
“You might have to take them off for me.”
“Alright.”
She has cute little buttons at the front of her dress that I open to reveal her belly. Her belly button is a cute little pinch of skin in a squashed O that looks like the knot at the top of a balloon and I can’t resist covering it in light little kisses that make her squirm as my stubble tickles her.
“If I make you come we have to do the same again tonight.”
“Alright.”
This was always going to happen. Once we began, I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other. What I didn’t realize was how much I’d enjoy it. Tilly runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me into her, pushing me away when she can’t take it any more or simply needs a break to let her flesh cool, or her skin adjust to the sensation.
Her dress lays open at her sides like a gown, while her bra and panties lie in bunched up balls of fabric by my feet and Tilly displays herself to me, shivering a little, not because of the cold, giggling and moaning in equal measure as I touch her. She looks beautiful, fragile even, but strong too, wilful, compliant, collegial.
I tease her with kisses in sensitive places, gentle but insistent movements of my tongue and fingers, lustful squeezes and playful nibbles all over her body.
Even though she doesn’t want to show me, or at the very least let me see it, I know that she’s enjoying every single piece of erotic or sensual attention I’m giving her. I know she can’t get enough of me, and even though it’s not my intention either, in doing what I’m doing, I’m showing her just how much she already means to me. This isn’t just another fuck in a career of plenty, this is much more than that. Just lying there and letting me turn her on is turning me on just as much. Eventually she gives up trying to hold herself back, breathes heavily and lets out a series of lustful moans, while she arches her back and pushes her tender pussy into my mouth.
If I could pull myself away for a moment, I would chastise her for her inability to resist demonstrating the effect I’m having on her, but I can’t, so I don’t. Tilly rubs her clit against my tongue and lower lip, before deciding that the position isn’t quite correct for what she wants to do, pushes me away and gets up onto all fours, her legs spread and her back arched up to push her ass up into the air. It’s an incredibly inviting position, and I’m so hard already I could easily force my way inside her and push us both to a magnificent climax, but Tilly has other ideas.
“Lick me.”
“I thought you were the shy and retiring type, Tilly.”
“Landon, lie down underneath me and lick me.”
The width of the car makes it difficult to get into the position she wants me in, which is essentially below her and slightly behind, so she can force herself against my mouth and rub her clit both against my tongue and my lip.
“You know if you come-.”
“I know.”
It doesn’t take her long, and it almost makes me come too. I haven't even got my dick out of my pants and Tilly’s holding onto the front seat as though it might fly off if she didn’t, her whole body tense and red and sweaty, moaning and screaming so loudly Rachel and Marvin could probably hear her if they opened the windows. I’ve barely started and Tilly’s already coming so hard her pussy’s convulsing so powefully on my tongue it feels like it might rip the thing out of my mouth and swallow it up entirely.
Honestly, her orgasm is so forceful, I’m surprised she doesn’t break something. The window, her pelvis, my chin.
I hold onto her tightly, until she struggles away from me, a shivering convulsing orgasmic mess unable to speak, barely able to breath, to sit hugging herself against the soft fabric upholstery of the seat, her dress pulled tightly around her, perhaps to stop her body from turning itself inside out.
I can still taste her on my lips, which are pins and needles numb from the battering she’s just given them.
“I’d probably better not do that again, Tilly, I don’t think you enjoyed that very much.”
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
Tilly’s barely comprehensive response is uttered out between large gulping breaths of air.
I don’t need to be told twice. My shoes are already off, which means all I need to do is remove my T-shirt and step out of my pants and boxer shorts. I’m back sat down again, naked this time, in less than half a minute. Tilly still hasn’t fully recovered, but it doesn’t stop her folding herself into me, her dress thrown to the floor on the way, to fully appreciate what I can offer her.
“That must have been a record.”
“It’s a promising start.”
“I thought I’d lost you completely.”
“I told you not to set the bar so high.”
“Something to work on then?”
“Definitely room for improvement.”
“I have to resit the exam?”
“I can’t pass you until you get it right.”
“Is there a limit to how often I can take it?”
“That depends on the availability of the examiner.”
“I’ll be sure to check and book myself in.”
“You do that.”
“I might need a couple of goes, of course.”
“You might need even more than that.”
“I’m not use to failing so often.”
“Then we’ll have to make sure you get a lot of practise.”
Tilly has placed herself on her knees in the fold of space between the front and back seats, between my legs with my dick in her hand. She’s neither wanking me or sucking me, she’s kind of just holding me and admiring my length.
“Are you ever not hard?”
“You see what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”
“It must be awful.”
“I’m glad you understand.”
“I hope I’m able to help.”
“It might take a while to master it.”
“I’m willing to put in the effort.”
“Not everyone is able to maintain that level of dedication.”
“Not everyone wants to win.”
“And you do?”
Tilly doesn’t answer me, not with words anyway. She shows me the kind of dedication she’s got by sucking me, licking me, swallowing as much of me as she can and pleasuring me in ways I can’t even remember being pleasured in before. In minutes she has me moaning loudly, caught in two minds about whether I should ask her to stop for fear I’ll come too soon or happy to let her continue what she’s doing because it feels far too good to end.
Luckily, Tilly makes that decision for me. She pulls away from my throbbing cock to come towards me, but not before she’s given me one last long lick the full length of my shaft, a big smile of satisfaction across her face like the cat that got the cream. If she could stand up straight she’d be doing so with her hand on her hip and her leg bent slightly at the knee to sass me.
As it is, she does as best as she can from a kneeling position, her hands spread out across my upper thighs dragging herself upwards towards me.
“Are you ready to pop my back seat cherry?”
“Well, if you ask so nicely.”
Tilly clambers onto the back seat to straddle me, but can’t quite get into position to do it properly while facing me and keeping her head away from the roof of the car. We decide the b
est, and perhaps only, position that will work with her in control is if she faces the other way, looking out of the water soaked windshield towards the lake hidden behind the steamed up blur of glass in front of us.
Like this, we can fit nicely together, and Tilly can maintain the control she wants, her feet just about reaching the floor enough to give her something to push against. With one hand gripping the edge of the seat to our side, and the other on the base of my cock she lowers herself towards me.
Tilly is as wet and inviting as she was all day yesterday and even though I present a sizeable challenge to her, I’m up and inside her deeply in seconds, as though my capacity is nothing and I was always meant to fit perfectly. Once in place, she grips the seat tightly with both hands, leans forwards slightly and begins to rock her hips, gently at first until she’s happy with the position.
It isn’t long before Tilly is bouncing up and down my cock, lifting herself off me almost completely before allowing herself to slide down again, leaning back into me at times to deliver me as deeply as possible inside her, at others leaned so far forwards she’s almost back inside the front cab, to press me up against her G-spot.
I gather the tight skin around her hips until my fingers turn white and she bats me away, or I pull lightly at her neck, or her nipples, or wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her into me.
“You know if I make you come-.”
It is noisy, heartfelt, passionate and restrictive. I bang my head twice, stub my toe against the metal frame of the driver's seat, nearly topple Tilly completely when trying to change my position, but it is magical too, delightful, genuinely, ball-achingly incredible, hot lustful and urgent.
The whole thing lasts much less time than the fuck we gave each other last night, but it’s also a polar opposite of what we are able do with each other. There we had limitations of noise where today our limitation is only the space that we find ourselves in. I’m noisier than I was the first time round, even noisier than I realize until I catch myself moaning, falling forwards into her back, pressing us both into the corner of the seat and the door.
We have moved from a seated fucking position into more of a traditional doggystyle, me humping Tilly so hard my balls make thwacking echoes against the tight folded skin of her pussy lips. I slap her too, her ass too pretty to resist, too cute not to punish. We weave through a series of different positions and postures, trying out each one rapidly, as though we have only a few seconds to enjoy it before moving onto the next, but we end up here, Tilly’s hands pressed up against the glass to force herself as powerfully as she can onto my thrusting cock, another orgasm ripping through her so intensely it threatens to crumble her into dust in front of me.
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