OFF TRACK

29

SUMMER

The garage code for the parking lot took me one guess, Ellie's birthday 08-12-2001.

"Now that I think about it, do I know when your birthday is?" Trevor asks after we drive through the gate.

"I don't know if I know yours either, but its July fourth, so I get a firework show for my birthday every year," I smile.

"What a special girl," he teases as he guides the car up a few levels.

"When's yours?"

"November first," he answers.

Wait, that was right before I pretended to be his girlfriend, and I tell him that.

"You remember when that was?" he parks in a corner of the garage, and turns to look at me once the car is in park.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't important to the mission," he shrugs.

His use of the word mission is cute but I'm still lost. "But your family was visiting for your birthday..."

"Yeah," he answers slowly like he's nervous.

"That seems like an important detail!" Is this man crazy?

"Are we about to fight?" He almost sounds like a little kid and he's pouting like one.

"Oh my gosh! No!" I'm just processing, "I was just confused, sorry."

"Oh thank god," he relaxes back into the seat, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you," I smirk repeating the words he once said to me. I reach my hand over, wrapping it around the back of his neck, starting to trace invisible shapes along the nape of his neck.

"Oh really?" He rolls his head over to see me, one of his brows is raised.

"Well maybe but not for long," I softly smile as our eyes meet, the mood in the car instantly changes and all I can think about is his lips and hands all over me. He makes the first move before I do, leaning over the center of the car. I move to meet him the middle as our lips collide and all my thoughts flutter away.

My fingers are still sliding across his skin, my lips now on his neck.

"Are you sure no one will be here?" he sounds like he's not fully paying attention.

I pull away and look at him, my hand sliding to his face, "It's a Monday at nine pm, if anyone's here they need a life."

"We're here," he smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You know what I mean!" I slide my thumb across his cheek, "Now slide your seat back and shut up."

"Yes ma'am," he reaches behind him and slides the seat backwards, but keeps the back upright.

I climb into his lap, he immediately slides his hands under my t-shirt as our lips find each other again. I gasp when he palms my breasts through my sports bra.

I start rocking my hips against his, the space is so small it doesn't take much movement to feel him growing hard in his pants. His lips trail sloppy kisses across my neck as his hands slide around my waist to my ass, he takes control of the motion of my hips.

"Don't be a tease," I groan digging my nails into his shoulders.

His hands slid up under my t-shirt, gripping my hips, "You're fun to play with," he smirks up at me, the look on his face is almost animalistic, "Because I know when I do this," he kisses the side of my neck and my breath gets caught in my throat, his hand is cupped around my neck, "You'll do that."

"Or when I do this," his other hand slides between my legs, "You'll eventually start begging for more."

He's right, because I want to. I want to grind my hips against his hand but I can't let him win now. He's slowly sliding his fingers up and down the seam of my leggings. I need him, all of him. 

His lips move to my neck, "You know you want to."

I tilt my head, holding back a moan when his teeth slide over skin.

I hold his face with my hand, forcing him to look up at me, "Get in the back seat," I slowly pull off my shirt, just to mess with him, and then I slide between the seats to the back of the car.

"How do you ask?" He looks back at me. He's trying to play tough, and it might work on the ice but it's not going to work here.

"I'll do it myself," I counter, lifting my hips so I can slide off my leggings.

"C'mon, baby," now he's the one begging, "Don't do that to me."

"Then get your sexy ass back here!"

He shakes his head and leans over to open the glove box, pulling out a condom before he joins me in the back seat.

I let out a throaty moan watching him slip off his shorts and boxers at the same time. Trevor hears it and smirks before he turns to me. His lips meet mine as we start to lay back on the seats, his large frame barely fits in the length of the car. He makes me feel so small laying under him, like I could fit in the palm of his hand.

I slip my hand between our bodies, wrapping my hand around his length slowly sliding my hand up and down, sliding my thumb over the tip every few strokes. He moans into my mouth, rolling his hips forward.

"Trev," I hum, breaking the kiss. Every part of me is buzzing to feel him inside me, "Please."

One of his hands comes to hold my hips as he slowly inches inside of me, both of us moan as the feeling. My back arches off the seat under me. God this the most perfect feeling ever and he hasn't even started yet. I'm squeezing my eyes shut soaking in the feeling.

I open my eyes, our foreheads resting together. He's smiling at me but I speak first, "I could stay like this forever."

"I can't, my leg is cramping," he chuckles. I can't help but laugh.

"Sorry," I cover my mouth, trying to stop laughing. While I'm laughing he pulls us up right so he's sitting in the middle seat and I'm straddling his lap.

"Better?" I ask, my hands sliding into his hair.

"Much better," he smirks capturing my lips with his again as he thrusts up into me. My fingers pull on his hair, I moan right into his mouth as he fucks me.

I pull away from him, leaning against the back of the drivers seat giving him a better angle. His hands holds my hips as he keeps his rhythm.

He leans forward, lips meeting the skin right under my sports bra, "C'mon on baby."

"Faster," I hum getting lost in the pleasure. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest, fucking up into me faster. My head falls to the side, his lips are on my shoulder, my nails digging into his shoulders.

I'm mumbling curses as his mouth finds my nipples. His thrusts slow and his tongue flicks over my nipple.

I take hold of his face with one hand, my hips meeting his slow, teasing thrusts, "I love this," I kiss him and pull away, "But stop fucking around."

Trevor smirks, taking my words as a challenge. He tightens his arms around me as his lips meet my neck and he rolls us over so my back meets the leather seats of his car again.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks me, each thrust gets harder and faster. My mouth hangs open as his hands grip my hips.

Trevor groans and curses in my ear, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

"Fuck," my head falls back as I cum, and with a few more hard thrusts he fills the condom. His motions slow for a second before he stops.

We both take a minute to catch our breath.

"As hot as that was," his breath his still fast, "Can we finish at my place?"

He's got this look on his face that's says he's got some plans brewing in his head.

I nod, and a small "Mhm," is all I can manage to say right now.

He kisses my shoulder, rubbing my back as I comeback to planet Earth.