“You’re going to make me marry you before you give up the goods?”
She was totally bluffing, but she said, “Yep.”
He climbed over the reclined front seat and joined her in back. “I think you underestimate how much I want to stick my dick in your ass.”
“I underestimate?”
“Yeah, I’d totally marry you for the privilege of claiming your anal virginity.” He sat behind the passenger seat and reached for her.
She shook her head at him and, facing the rear of the car, straddled his hips. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”
She reached between them and took his cock in her hand, rubbing the head against her clit, dragging it through her wet seam and pressing it into her opening. She lifted her hips and dropped them slightly, taking just his cockhead inside her and allowing it to pop free each time she rose.
“Deeper,” he pleaded after several moments of the same treatment.
“This is payback for licking my clit so softly I could barely feel it.”
“You didn’t enjoy my sweet torture?”
“Loved every minute of it. You aren’t enjoying mine?”
“You know I love your evil side.”
Her evil side soon caved to the need to feel him deep inside. He showed her several positions, and she even discovered one of her own with her feet planted against the back seat and her back crammed against the passenger seat. The position provided phenomenal leverage for riding him hard, and he found her clit fully exposed so he could massage it with his thumb. The car was definitely rocking when she cried out with release. His body stiffened as he followed her over the edge, and she pulled off of him at the last instant, grabbing his cock with both hands and pumping his load out to spatter over her lower belly. She wished there was more light in the car; she loved watching him spurt. Loved the desperate, gasping sound he made when he came. Loved how he shuddered when she shifted his cock back inside her after he’d spent himself.
She relaxed against his chest and snuggled her face into his neck. “I have a bunch of stuff I need to talk to you about,” she said, “but it just doesn’t seem all that important anymore.”
“I have a few things to tell you as well,” he said, “but I think I’d rather sit quietly, just like this, and fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“We really are always on the same wavelength,” she whispered just before she fell into a blissful slumber.
She was woken hours later by a persistent knock on the windshield.
Thirty-Seven
Logan squeezed his eyelids closed and then pried them open, squinting against the light of the rising sun. He couldn’t feel his legs, and he was pretty sure his bare ass was permanently melded to the leather seat beneath him, but waking up with Toni in his arms was worth any discomfort.
“Are these yours?” said a muffled voice from just outside the car door.
The elderly woman—who had to be at least seventy—was waving Toni’s panties at the window. The woman knocked on the glass, and Toni jerked awake. She groaned and smacked Logan in the chest with a graceless arm as if he were the reason for her rude and likely uncomfortable awakening.
“Don’t look now,” he said, “but I think we’ve been spotted.”
Toni rubbed her face, and smacked her lips, scowling groggily as she squinted at him. She smiled when she recognized his face and snuggled against him, her breasts pressing delightfully into his chest.
The woman knocked on the window again. “Toni! I found your panties on the porch.”
Toni’s body jerked, and she slowly turned her head to peer at the woman outside the car. “Good morning, Grandma,” she said in a squeaky voice.
Great. What a wonderful first impression he was making on another of Toni’s relatives.
“Do you want them?” Grandma waved the garment at her.
“Yes, please.” Toni leaned back, one arm across her bare breasts as she attempted to roll down the automatic window and keep Logan’s lap covered with hers. As the car wasn’t running, the button didn’t respond to her persistent fingertip.
“Can you get me a robe?” Toni asked.
“Is that your boyfriend?” her grandmother yelled at the glass.
“Nope. I always meet strangers in the driveway for sex in unfamiliar cars.”
Logan’s jaw dropped, but her grandma just laughed. “I’ll leave these here,” she said and tucked Toni’s panties under the windshield wiper. “And go get a robe.”
“And some shoes, please!”
Her grandma nodded, offered a coy wink to Logan, who wasn’t sure if he should be mortified or amused, and then headed toward the house.
“I’m glad it was Grandma who discovered us and not Birdie or my mom,” Toni said.
“You’re glad?”
“Relatively speaking,” she said as she slid off his lap. She winced when she attempted to straighten one leg. “Let’s agree to never fall asleep in that position again.”
“Deal.” He cringed as he peeled his ass off leather. “If Justin finds out what’s been on his back seat, I’m afraid he’s going to have to burn his car.”
Toni laughed and leaned over the front seat in her journey to recover her panties. Logan groaned at the glorious sight her bare ass presented to him as she scrambled to get behind the wheel. The car started with a loud vroom, idling with the low ferocity only an eight-cylinder could produce.
“And if he finds out what’s been on his front seat,” Logan said, “he’s going to get a boner every time he drives.”
Toni snorted. “I highly doubt that.” She rolled down the window and rescued her panties from beneath the windshield wiper, then squirmed into them. With one arm over her boobs, she eased the door open and grabbed some of Logan’s clothes from the ground outside, tossing them into the back before closing the door. Visibly shivering, she fiddled with the heater while he acrobatically donned his underwear, jeans, and one shoe.
“Did you find my shirt?” he asked, grateful that his junk was covered. But her grandmother was headed back in their direction, and he still wasn’t what he’d consider respectable.
“I couldn’t reach it. If I could, I’d be wearing it. I’m f-freezing.” Her teeth chattered as she shuddered.
He leaned over the seat and kissed her chilled shoulder. “I can’t believe you aren’t upset about this.”
“I’m too happy that you’re here to care. I’m just glad Birdie didn’t catch us. Her questions would have been endless.”