Writerotica

Riding in Cars With Boys, Part 2. And 3, and 4, and 5...

The familiarity of his touch was a welcome distraction from the burning in my chest. After that, we were unable to keep our hands off of each other. We met up at least once a week, getting lost in the curves and edges of each other for a few hours before being pulled from our little fantasy world in the back of his car. I became addicted to the feeling of his lips against my throat, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrusted into me.

More often than not we met up in the middle of the night, trying my best to stay silent as I crept out the back door before heading down the road to his awaiting vehicle. Unlike the first time, I didn't shy away from his offer to tease him as he drove, a feeling of anticipation bubbling up in my stomach as I ran my hand down his side before unbuttoning his pants. The sound of the zipper was heard along with his adorable little gasp.

I loved the fact that each time my hand wrapped around him, he got so flustered. I loved the fact that he was a lot more shy than me when we met up, being the dominant one even when he was the one in charge as I nibbled his ear, gave a simple flick of my tongue across his tip while I held his cock in my hands, or stared up at him from under my lashes as I begged him to fuck me, or toy with me, or strip for me. And so he would, his blush hardly noticeable under the darkness of the car but still seen, and still completely endearing. Finally, with several of my newly acquired skills being used as coercion, he allowed me to actually take control.

I remember my nerves, a swarm of butterflies dancing in my stomach as he asked me so sweetly, so innocently though he was far from it, to dominate him as I has asked him the same so many times before. He knew I wanted to, and it took a lot of.. convincing for him to ask but he did and god, it was amazing.

He was a flustered mess as I hovered over him, my lips less than an inch from his as my hands slid across his sides. He was nervous, that much was obvious. I whispered into his ear to soothe him as I tugged on the buttons of his shirt, and they came undone.

"You know what I like, don't be shy love."

His pants had already been gone, bunched up and thrown towards the back window; a result of that ever so awkward moment before sex where you're rushing to pull your shoes and pants off so you can just do it already without any hinderances. I didn't have that problem, my lace black dress providing easy access as his hand slid across and up my thigh. I ran my nose up from his collar bone to his neck, my lips grazing along the skin.

A chuckle escaped at his soft whine, and I knew it was a result of my teasing as my hand continued to explore his chest. It dipped lower multiple times, never quite reaching where it was obvious he wanted it to go. Playfully, I once again ran my fingertips across the waistline of his boxers. At his annoyed huff, I raised an eyebrow, grabbing both of his hands and pinning them above his head.

"Is there something you want from me, sweetie?" I questioned him in a sweet tone, unable to keep the amusement out as he went to open his mouth before the red spread across his cheeks and instead of answering, he shook his head.

"Are you sure?" I had asked once again, tugging his boxers down as I watched him squirm underneath my touch in amusement.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, leaning over him to press my lips to his gently as I toyed with him. It was then that his fingers slipped into my underwear, as they had so many times before, and I smiled a bit into the kiss at the familiarity he had of my body, knowing exactly what buttons to press and when. Of course, I knew the same, and soon we were both moaning messes.

Momentarily, I had forgotten that I was the dom and he was the sub and we had roles to play as he pushed his finger into me, thrusting in and out expertly before adding another, and then another. As his hips began to thrust into my hand in that oh so familiar way however, I quirked an eyebrow and pulled my hand away, pressing his hips into the floor. He pulled his own hand away, pouting softly and I shook my head, wrapping my hand around his once again but not allowing him to move.