Forever Luna

Resentment

noun ~ bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly

CHARLIE

"I didn't know the seats could recline that far." I muttered.

Calida giggled from beside me, having climbed from my lap back into her own seat. I frowned at the loss of contact, wanting her back over me.

"Where are you going?" I pouted.

"Back to my-

I reached over and grabbed her, pulling her dishevelled appearance back over me. She squeaked at the effortless motion, huffing when I lay her across my bare body. I grinned up at her, pushing the stray hairs from her face as she glared at me.

"I'm not a doll, you know." She scolded.

"You're as pretty as one."

"Dolls are creepy." She frowned.

"Exactly." I grinned.

She squealed my name with protest as I laughed, my body shaking hers.

We had fucked in the car; there was no way else to describe it. The windows were foggy and condensed from an intense half an hour. After climbing on my lap, our kisses turned heated and soon we were naked and pressed into the leather seat. Much to my surprise, Calida sank herself onto my length and took control. It was oddly enthralling to watch her ride me, my hands grabbing every piece of her supple flesh as my eyes took in the beautiful sight.

Also, much to my pleasure, I learnt that the driver's seat lay all the way back until the head rest hit the back seat. So, there was plenty of room for me to take over, but she refused. She rode me until I came inside of her, moaning softly as I chewed on my fists to resist marking her.

And now she lay across my body, her scent blended with my own. It pleased me, and my wolf was more than happy to smell us all over her.

Her fingers caressed my skin, and my hands cradled her shoulders to my bare chest.

"Charlie..." She sighed.

"Calida..." I mimicked.

Her lips quirked, an amused glint in her eyes. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop being adorable."

"You think I'm adorable?" I grinned.

Calida rolled her eyes. "Stop!"

My laughter echoed around the vehicle, and when she climbed from my lap once more, I let her. Pulling my seat back upright, I turned on the car to defog the windows.

"What were you going to say?" I wondered.

"Huh?" she startled, mid-way getting dressed. "Oh, nothing."

I eyed her with a frown, but joined in with getting dressed. I merely pulled my shorts up, warm enough not to bother with my t-shirt. It was somewhere in the back anyway, and unlike Calida, I did not fancy gymnastics to retrieve it.

"Ready to go back?"

She nodded, buckling her belt. "I am. All this hard work has made me hungry."

"Hard work?" I grinned, turning the car around. "Is that what you call this?"

"Hey, I just rode your dick for like twenty minutes." She exhaled. "That deserves a medal."

"I shall get you one custom made." I grinned.

Her light laughter warmed my heart, and the car filled with a soft silence as the radio sang. It was growing dark, the sun setting in the distance. I hummed softly with the song on the radio, my hand searching for Calida's on her lap. Taking it into my grip, I pulled it to the middle as I lowered a gear to curve round a corner.