by Grey, Parker
Briefly, our mouths separate. I’m panting for breath like I’ve just run a marathon, and I swallow hard, my eyes still closed.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“Mia—"
“I need you now,” I say, tightening my hand in his hair. I let the other wander down his body, past the rippling muscles on his torso, until I’m squeezing his already-hard cock through his jeans. His hand on my ass tightens, and I give him another fierce, slow kiss.
“Here?” he asks, his voice low and quiet.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just slides his hand under the hem of my skirt, beneath my panties, his fingers instantly finding my clit. I kiss him again, moaning into his mouth as he massages me slowly, my need mounting by the second.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Right here.”
His fingers keep moving, slow and steady, rubbing me in circles, occasionally dipping between my lips. I’m wet as hell, my panties probably already soaked through, and I know he can tell.
“Good,” I murmur, my lips still against his. “Elias, that’s so good.”
His only response is a low growl, the sound emanating from somewhere deep in his chest. His fingers circle harder, faster, and I shift in my seat. I want more, more than his fingers on my clit or even inside me. I’m desperate for it, even as he brings me to the edge.
I grab his shoulder, my fingers barely making dents in the thick muscle, one knee up on the center console of his car.
“More,” I moan.
He grabs my ass harder, moves his fingers faster, and in seconds I’m coming hard, my body rigid. I hold onto him like I’m a sinking ship and he’s a lifeboat, everything swaying back and forth for a long time, my face pressed against his.
Slowly, it fades. I can breathe again, and before I know it, I’m kissing Elias furiously, still tugging on his shirt, still trying to pull him into myself.
I hoist one leg over the console and try the other, but it’s not going to work. Even though it’s a pretty big SUV there’s just no space up here, though the windows are quickly fogging up. My head is pressed against the ceiling, and I pull myself away from Elias for a moment, fingers still tracing the muscles underneath his shirt.
I can’t stop myself. Not even close.
“Come on,” I murmur, shifting my weight against him.
Chapter Ten
Elias
This is a bad, bad idea. Even though the windows are fogged over, literally anyone who passes by us on the street will know exactly what’s going on. It would take an idiot not to know.
But Mia’s here, her body against mine, soft and pliable and practically begging me, and it’s beyond my power to say no. The cops can come by and arrest me a thousand times, and I’ll still say yes to her.
Suddenly, Mia pulls back, her hair dripping in front of her face, her chest heaving. I reach out for her again but before I can, she’s squeezing through the space between my car’s front seats, slipping into the back.
She grabs my hand, pulling me with her, into the back seat, and despite my misgiving and my visions of spending the night in jail for public lewdness, it takes me about two seconds to follow her.
I don’t really fit through the space between the seats, but I shove my way through. The moment I land on the backseat Mia’s on me again, straddling my legs, her heat right against my aching cock. I groan and grab her ass, grinding her against me as she kisses me again and again, her delicate hands gripping my shoulders like she’s trying to keep her balance.
“I need you,” she whispers again, her lips hovering near my ear. “Now. Please.”
I’m fucking helpless against this.
“Now?” I echo, sliding one hand underneath her skirt again, shoving aside her delicate panties. I haven’t gotten a look at them, but they’re something soft and rough at the same time — lace, maybe.
She’s soaking wet, her lips already swollen with desire as I slide two fingers along them, eliciting a shudder from her body. I’m hard as a rock, but I get even harder as she sighs and moans, shifting her body against me, her hands finding the hem of my shirt, pushing it up, her fingers playing over my torso.
God, her touch feels good. It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Mia doesn’t answer me. She doesn’t need to, because her fingers are already undoing the button on my jeans, pulling down the zipper. She reaches inside and grabs my stiff, aching cock, pulling it free.
I grab her ass harder with my other hand, pull her close to me, my cock trapped between our bodies as she rolls her hips against me, her hand still wrapped around my shaft.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, nearly breathless with desire, with disbelief that this is happening. “You want to fuck in the back of my car?”
“Yes,” she says instantly, still stroking me. “Right now. Right here.”
She guides the tip of my cock toward her, until it’s rubbing against her panties, my fingers on the other side. In one quick motion I get a handful of the delicate fabric, then tear them from her body, tossing it next to us.
Mia’s on her knees, her hand on my cock, guiding me toward her. She rubs me on her clit, moaning, her modest skirt pushed up to her hips. My whole body is white-hot with desire, my cock twitching as she moves me against her so slowly and deliciously that I can’t wait another second.
So I don’t. In one swift motion I push her off, spin her around in the confines of the car, until she’s facing away from me, her forearms propped on the backs of the front seats. She’s still straddling me, her knees on the back seat, her perfect ass in full view.
My perfect dirty girl.
I slide my thumb along her wet slit, brushing past her clit, making her moan. Then I grab my cock and she flexes her hips backward, her back arching, as I keep teasing her. I rub my length along her slippery wetness, balls tightening at just the feel of her.
Mia’s breath is coming in short, quick gasps. She moans quietly every time I tease her like this, moving her hips back, trying desperately to fuck me but I won’t let her.
She’s the one who wanted to fuck in the car, but now I’m in control.
We’re going to do this my way, and my way is slow and steady, letting me feel every inch of her.
Finally, I guide the tip of my cock to her wet, waiting entrance, sliding between her lips and then past the tight muscle, listening to her moan as she envelops me, but I only let her take the head before I stop her, both my hands on her ass.
Mia wriggles, like her body is begging me for more, but I want to make this last, even if we’re in my car where we could get caught any second now. Maybe that makes it more delicious, because I guide her onto my cock inch by inch, feeling her pussy muscles twitch and shudder as she takes me.
It’s beautiful, watching this perfect angel fuck me, my thick cock disappearing slowly into her as she moans and sighs, her tightness wrapped around me like a fist. It’s my new favorite sight, forever and ever, and when at last I let her put her weight on me, sinking my cock as deep as she can, Mia groans, her body shuddering.
I slide my hands up her back to her shoulders, pull her upright, still balls-deep inside her.
“That’s what you needed?” I murmur in her ear.
“Yes,” she whispers, her breath coming in gasps as she turns her head toward her, eyes closed. “You feel so good inside me.”
I shove her bra out of her way, not bothering to undo the clasp, and pinch her stiff nipples as she moans again, the best sound I’ve ever heard.
She starts moving, easing me out and then back in, sending a shower of pleasure through my whole body and we groan together, my hands everywhere on her body.
“Again,” I command, breathless.
Mia fucks me again, still slowly, and again and again and within a few strokes she’s already losing control. She leans forward again, bracing herself against my SUV’s front seats as she rocks back and forth.
Now she’s fucking me hard and fast and I’ve got one hand on her hips
, gripping so hard I might leave a bruise there tomorrow, the other in her hair. She’s got her head back, moaning and gasping.
I pull her hair a little harder, and she fucks me faster, harder, takes me deeper. I know the car is probably rocking back and forth on its suspension right now, scandalizing the hell out of anyone who sees it, but I don’t care right now.
All I care about is Mia, beautiful and sexy and currently the only thing in the world that matters. Her pussy muscles are fluttering and spasming, close to coming again, and I bring her down onto me hard, fast, deep. She moans louder, shouts something that sounds like my name, and I pull her hair just a little more, her back arched as she takes me again and again.
“Elias,” she finally gasps, saying my name like it’s a prayer. “Oh, fuck, Elias.”
She comes hard. There’s no mistaking it because her orgasm feels like a vise around my cock, tight and perfect, so forceful that my vision is peppered with white spots around the edges. Mia moans uncontrollably as she comes, her pussy clenching again and again.
I force myself to wait, to let her get every last ounce of pleasure that she can from me. I need this as much as she does: I need to feel her come so hard she loses herself, I need to watch her beautiful explosion, I need her to take everything she needs from me until she’s satisfied.
Mia comes for a long time, still rocking back and forth on my cock, her movements slowing until finally, with me deep inside her, she stops. I let her hair go and she pushes herself up and I pull her into my arms, letting her melt against me.
“Thank you,” she whispers, turning her head, her hand snaking through my hair. “Thank you, Elias.”
I just kiss the back of her neck, rock myself inside her. I’m rewarded with another shudder of pleasure, another quick movement of her hips that stirs me inside her.
“I love feeling you come,” I murmur, still rocking. “I love being inside you when you lose control and shout my name.”
She smiles. It’s a surprisingly shy smile for the situation, but it’s beautiful and I can’t resist it.
“I like it too,” she murmurs, and rocks into me a little harder, my cock twitching. “Come inside me, Elias.”
I groan, pushing my face into the back of her neck. I hold her tight and move our bodies together, rocking harder and faster, her perfect pussy tight around me until I’m coming too, spending myself deep inside her, every muscle in my body shivering and shuddering.
We stay like that for a moment afterward, our still-clothed bodies together. Mia turns her head over her shoulder, and we kiss. It’s a little awkward but it’s long and slow and perfect, and never mind the fact that we’re still in my car, in public.
Finally, she moves off of me, and then the spell is broken because now we’re fixing our clothes, I’m tucking myself back in, she’s raking her hand through her hair and smoothing her skirt back down. Without a word we both get back into the front seat — she goes between the seats, I step out of the car and get back in — and then we sit there for a moment, staring at the fogged windshield, and she looks at me.
“I still don’t know what to do now,” she says.
Chapter Eleven
Mia
The moment I say it, my phone vibrates in my bag. I nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden intrusion, but then I pick it up and look at the caller.
It’s my father.
I let it go to voicemail. I have nothing to say to him right now, and honestly, I don’t want to hear his voice. I’m sure he’s about to scream at me for my supposed indiscretion, but really, what evidence does he have?
I went to the movies with someone. More than someone: a veteran. a business owner, a good, solid, honest man who treats me with respect and would never hurt me in a million years. It’s more than I can say about my father.
“You send all your calls to voicemail?” Elias asks, his voice teasing.
I stick my tongue out at him, and he laughs.
“Different reasons,” I say.
My phone buzzes with a voicemail, and I look at it.
And realize I’ve got ten missed calls, all from my father in the last twenty or so minutes. I must not have heard my phone while I was… busy.
Sighing, I hit the button to listen to the first one.
The moment his voice comes on the line, I’m… surprised.
“Hey, honey,” my father says, his tone gentle and reasonable. “Listen, I just heard something from Filter and Shrike, and I wanted to call you to make sure it’s true. You’re not upstairs where I thought you were, and I’m worried. Give me a call back, okay?”
I look over at Elias, and my surprise must show on my face, because he frowns.
“What did he say?” he growls, but I just shake my head, already listening to the next voicemail.
“Hey, honey, it’s me again,” he says. “Please just call me back, I’m worried. I know that sometimes I’m not the greatest father, and maybe I should be giving you some more freedom? You’re a grown woman now, I guess, but it can be so hard to stop seeing you as the little girl you used to be, especially since your mom… well, you know. Just call me back, okay? I want to talk.”
“What?” Elias asks, his face darkening.
“He’s being reasonable,” I say in amazement, going to the next voicemail.
They’re all like that. My dad is suddenly being a perfectly reasonable person, just asking me to come home so that we can talk. He’s not threatening me or telling me he’s going to sell me to the highest bidder.
My heart squeezes with hope. It’s my dad like I remember him when I was a kid, before the MC took over his life. He used to be like this all the time — strict but normal — but after he’d been spending most of his time with a bunch of bikers for a while, he started sharing their ideas.
Most notably, about women and how they ought to be treated. Daughters in particular.
I guess the normal guy was hiding in there all along, I think, still staring in wonder at my phone.
I guess I just had to start dating someone for him to realize how awful he’s been lately.
“Are you okay?” Elias asks, and I realize I’m still holding my phone up to my ear, staring off into space.
I put it down and shut it off, simply nodding.
“I’m okay,” I say. “Can you take me home?”
“Of course,” he says, but as he starts the car and drives away, he’s still frowning.
* * *
“I don’t like it,” he says as he pulls into my driveway. It’s a gravel U-shape, and besides my car it currently holds about six different, huge motorcycles. I have no idea if that means we’ve got visitors or not — my dad owns at least three motorcycles, and he’s always fixing someone’s, holding onto one for someone, that sort of thing. It seems like there are always tons of motorcycles here, no matter who’s home.
“It’s my dad,” I tell Elias as he glowers in the driver’s seat.
“Exactly,” he says. “It’s the same man who called you a slut for going to your best friend’s wedding a couple of weeks ago.”
I sigh, looking through his SUV window at the house.
“I think he’s acting normal right now,” I say, even though I’m a little nervous. “He wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t even angry. He sounded…”
I trail off, unsure of how much to tell Elias.
“He sounded like he did before the Diablos took over his life,” I finish.
Before Elias can say anything, the front door opens and my dad steps out. I almost do a double-take when I see his outfit.
He’s not wearing his leather vest with the Diablos cut on the back. I think it’s the first time in years I’ve seen him without it on.
Elias’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, but my dad smiles and waves at him, looking for all the world like a regular, friendly person. I give Elias’s shoulder a quick squeeze, then get out of his SUV.
He follows suit, walking around the car to stand next to me as my dad approaches.
/> “Hi, honey,” he says.
“Uh, hi, Dad,” I say, suddenly unsure of what I’m supposed to tell him.
I guess I should introduce them.
“This is Elias, my boyfriend,” I say. Right away I feel oddly light, like the secret was weighing me down. “He’s Ruby’s husband’s friend. They work together.”
My dad smiles and holds out his hand. Elias shakes it, glancing quickly at me, and then forcing himself to smile.
“Of course. You own the road house,” my dad says.
“That’s right,” Elias says. He’s clearly still suspicious, and I can’t blame him, but I think he’s slowly relaxing.
“You two have a nice time?” my dad asks.
“Yeah, we saw that new Nicholas Cage movie,” I tell him.
And had sex in his car after he beat up your lackeys.
I’m still not wearing underwear.
The realization makes me blush, even though I’m wearing a skirt that comes to just below my knees.
“I heard that was good,” he says.
“It was okay,” I tell him.
There’s a long, awkward moment of silence.
“Well, I’ll let you two say goodnight,” my dad says, smiling like he’s in a toothpaste commercial. “Come on in when you’re finished. Nice meeting you, Elias!”
And with that, he walks back into the house, turning the porch light on.
Elias and I look at each other, and after several seconds, Elias shrugs.
“You sure this is okay?” he asks.
I put one hand on his arm.
“It’s my dad. It’s fine,” I tell him.
“I don’t like leaving you here like this,” he says, rubbing one hand through his hair. “I don’t know why, it’s just… I don’t like it, Mia.”
I sigh, looking at the front door to my house, the one my dad just went through. I’ve got the same vague, uneasy feeling that Elias does. There’s something about this I don’t like either, but I don’t know what or why.