Baumgartner generations: Janie

of it hungrily, wiggling over the console, trying to get even more of him. His cock grew fat with every fresh throb and I worked him with my fist, too, draining him dry.

"Oh damn," he whispered as I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking over at him with half-closed eyes. "That was…"

His eyes widened when he looked over at me, leaning back against the passenger door and putting one bare foot up on the console. My dress was pulled up to my hips, my panties tugged aside, my pussy exposed.

"Josh, the road," I reminded him, noticing we were swerving into the next lane.

"Right." His gaze shifted and he adjusted the vehicle, sighing as he glanced at me again. His fingers found his way to his mouth, sucking my juices as he watched me reach down and spread my red and swollen lips. "Now I just want to return the favor.

You taste so fucking good."

"Do I?" I dipped my fingers into my honey and brought them to my mouth.

He groaned. "Don't make me pull this car over, young lady."

"Promises, promises," I teased.

He turned the wheel, heading for the shoulder of the road, and I laughed. "No!

Don't you dare!"

Sighing, he righted things, working the gearshift to send us rocketing even faster down the highway. "If you knew how much I wanted you…"

"Show me." I reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs, sliding down to give him easier access.

I saw him swallow, but his eyes were on the road as his fingers began to explore, making me moan when he nudged my clit.

"Rub it for me," I purred, working the buttons on my sundress from the top down.

He did as I asked, stealing glances as he made circles with his thumb against my clit.

"Jesus, Janie," he whispered as I pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts and playing with my nipples.

"The road," I murmured, moaning as his fingers slipped inside, his thumb still working my clit.

"I can't concentrate," he groaned, turning his gaze half-back to the highway.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

"Don't stop," I begged, rocking against his hand, biting my lip. "Oh Josh, please, please, make me come."

He sank his fingers into me, faster, harder, the wet sound of my pussy being fucked filling the car. I asked for more, more, and he fingered me, hammering my cunt until I wailed and careened against the seat, finally throwing my head back and howling as I came, knowing I was getting the leather upholstery soaked, saturating his hand with the sticky copious sap of my cunt. My pussy clamped down again and again as I keened and twisted, completely at the mercy of my climax, lost in the pure pleasure of my orgasm.

"Oh. My. God." I opened my eyes, first seeing the sky, the color of gun metal, still raining down silver, and then catching the sight of the guy in the semi-truck driving next to us, staring down at me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. "Oh! God!"

I sat up, straightening and buttoning, feeling my cheeks go scarlet. The trucker honked and I flushed an even deeper shade of red, looking over at Josh, who was also grinning from ear to ear.

We both cracked up then, and I took the wheel for a second at Josh’s request while he zipped himself back up, too.

"That was fucking incredible." Josh shook his head, glancing over at me. "My little pirate."

"Argh." I laughed, putting my hands to my cheeks to cool them. "That has to be even more dangerous than texting and driving."

"Probably," he agreed. "Think Oprah should start a campaign?"

I smiled but he was turning down my street. We were almost home.

"Oh Josh." I shivered, hugging myself. "What now?"

"Now?" He shifted the car into low, slowing in front of my house. "Now I kiss you goodnight."

I turned toward him, letting him cup my face in his hands, our lips touching softly.

It didn't stay all sweet and nice, though, in spite of our incredible release only moments before. The spark between us heated to a blaze in an instant and I found myself practically in his lap, both of us breathing hard and groping each other.

"Either that," Josh panted into my ear. "Or we go get a room. Right now. God, Janie, I can't stop myself. I told myself not to call, and then I ended up going to the restaurant, knowing you would be there. I feel like I’m going crazy."

"I know," I whimpered. When I was in his arms, everything else went away.

"Want to?" His hand stroked the wet length of my hair, scattering kisses over my neck.

I groaned, glancing over my shoulder at the house. TJ and Ronnie were waiting. I felt a stab of guilt, tried to fight it, and lost.

"Not tonight." I touched his lips with my finger, shaking my head.

He nodded, taking a deep breath as he opened his door, and I waited for him to come around and open mine. The rain had stopped, but everything was wet and beaded with water.

On the porch, he kissed me again, properly, with no groping this time.

"Soon," he whispered into my ear.

I smiled. "Yes, soon. I promise."

He wasn't the only one who felt the urgency. I intended to keep that promise, I realized, opening the door and finding TJ and Ronnie ensconced on the couch.