Page 58 of Shattered Saint
“Take them off and then climb over here and sit on my lap.”
She stared at my crotch for a moment and then looked up at me. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” And neither had my cock.
“But what if someone sees us?”
“Isn’t that the exciting part about all of this? The potential to get caught?”
I reached into my gym bag laying on the back seat and pulled out a condom. I tossed it into one of the cup holders and looked over at her once more. She bit the corner of her lip, I assumed, debating my words. To help her make her decision faster, I said, “You have fifteen seconds to get your ass over here, and if you don’t, I’m adding it to the punishment I already have for you.”
“What?”
“You didn’t think I would punish you for wearing your brother’s jersey when I said to wear mine? Fifteen… fourteen…”
Her movements would have been comical if I hadn’t been turned on. She shoved her coat and jersey off and took off her shoes in record time, but her tight jeans were giving her trouble. I couldn’t say that I minded because I loved watching her tits jiggle in the tight white tank top she’d decided to wear under the jersey. I’d lost count as I watched her finally peel the clothes from her body, and I wished it had been me with my hands on her.
I pushed my seat down slightly as she was removing the offending articles of clothing. Once she was in nothing but the tank top, bra, and panties, she climbed over the center console as gracefully as she could before she sat on my lap. Before she was able to get properly situated, my fingers had woven themselves into her hair as I brought her lips down to mine once again. I couldn’t stop the groan that left my lips as I got another taste of her.
The guilt about this secret fling danced in the back of my mind, but it was hard for me to give a shit. All that mattered was Bianca and the way we felt in this moment. I deepened the kiss, giving in to my desire to consume her. In this moment, she was mine, and that thought was all consuming.
Bianca moaned into my mouth as my hands slipped under her tank top. The sound was like music to my ears, a sound I never wanted to forget. As my hands moved, her tank top followed suit until I was tracing the lace on her bra, teasing her as I went. She arched into my touch and cried out.
“Easton,” she said against my lips.
I waited for her to continue, but it was as if any other thoughts had died once she said my name. That was fine though because I knew what we both wanted and needed right now.
I pulled the tank top off her body as it was presented to me. I allowed my hands to roam all over her skin, trying to memorize every touch and sensation. Being able to touch her and draw out every ounce of pleasure from her felt like a privilege I would never regret. My fingers reached behind her to find the clasp of her bra as I laid another kiss on her lips. The straps fell away with ease, and I laid back to get another look at her.
Even before she took her clothes off, I knew she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Hell, I knew it when I caught her eye at the party her parents hosted years ago. I couldn’t help myself as I brushed my thumb over one nipple, and she trembled into my touch.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," I said hoarsely. "If I don’t see all of you, I don’t know what I’ll do."
It was cute to watch as a blush appeared on her cheeks, but there was something else I quickly noticed. Her eyes, the bright blue I’d become accustomed to, had turned darker. Arousal filled them, and I couldn’t wait to explore her more.
"You have way too many clothes on, Easton," she said, smiling.
She had a good point. Bianca moved back slightly, giving me enough room to unzip the hoodie I’d thrown on after my shower, along with the Brentson Bears t-shirt I’d put on. Her eyes studied my chest just before she gave herself permission to explore. Feeling her touch across my skin was enough to make me short-circuit and all I wanted to do was—
I stopped thinking and just acted. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled, forcing her head back and chest up, making it easier to suck a nipple into my mouth. I rolled her other nipple between my fingers, enjoying the sigh that escaped from her mouth.
I leant away from and slapped her tit lightly. She gasped in surprise, and I said, “That’s for wearing Nash’s jersey instead of mine.”
“Don’t you think it would have been suspicious for me to wear yours and not my brother’s?”
I slapped her tit again and she groaned. “You could have come up with a good excuse.”
I took her nipple back into my mouth and her head fell back. Doing this in the small confines of the driver’s seat added another dimension to fucking that I hadn’t been expecting. But maybe that also had to do with the fact that we were fucking in public.
Her moans were going to be the death of me, I was sure. The adrenaline I felt during the game earlier had transformed into another form, and the only relief I would get would be from sticking my cock into her pussy.
Speaking of, I switched breasts and allowed my fingers to make their way from her nipple, down her stomach, and further down until I reached her pussy. The look in her eyes captivated me, and it wasn’t until I moved her soaked panties to the side that I bothered to look down at the sight that greeted me.
“How are you already this wet, princess?”
“Me hate-watching you during the football game caused some of it. Watching you walk toward me in gray sweats added to it. And then the nipple play was the chef’s kiss on top.”
I chuckled at her version of events and said, “I can’t wait anymore. I want you sinking down onto my dick right now.”
