Page 53 of Minefield

“Where are you going?” Issac asks as he pulls me onto his lap. I’m grunting and trying to adjust my body to fit on him in this tight space.

“I thought you wanted to drive,” I say, leaning forward, putting my tits in his face.

“Nah, I want something else,” he says, biting his lip.

“In here? Dude, there’s no way. It’s tight as fuck in here,” I say, trying to move around to show him.

“It’s tight as fuck somewhere else too,” he grins. He reaches for the door handle of his door and opens it. “Get out and bend over the hood.”

I scramble out of his lap and go to the front of the car and place my hands on the hood. He follows behind me. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and starts unbuttoning my jeans. He leaves a trail of kisses on my neck and chin as he unbuttons his own jeans.

He grips the side of my jeans and wanks them down along with my panties. Then I hear his jeans and belt fall too. He pushes me down on the hood of the car, then leans down on me.

“Ready?” he asks as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder at him. Without hesitation, he slams in. Both of us groan in pleasure. My hips push back on their own, driving him further in.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. He thrusts into me, hard and fast. My knees are slamming against the grill of the car. His hands are on my hips now, pulling me into him as he pushes in. I moan and slap the hood of the car.

“Hey, watch the paint,” Issac says as he slams back into me, bottoming out. He reaches in front of me and starts to pinch and rub my clit.

My body begins to shake and move on its own. I scream his name as I feel my orgasm flying through me. My walls clench around his dick as I come.

“Oh, fuck,” he says as he follows quickly behind me. He thrust in a few more times and then stills.

We both stand there, breathing hard, pants around our ankles and come running down our legs.

“I fucking love you,” Issac says, laughing. I look over my shoulder and giggle.

“I love you too,”

Epilogue

Delilah

I walk across my lawn, my black gown trailing behind me. My bouquet of roses and dahlias resting in my hand, and my dad at my side.

I glance around at everyone who is standing. The club took up one whole side of our makeshift seating area made of hale bails and thick sheets. On the other side are my friends from Gardenstone and a few of my family members from my mom’s side. Then I look ahead of me and see the man I fell deeply in love with, Doll standing to the right holding a smaller but similar bouquet. And then Jay standing next to Issac. All of them waiting for me to get to him to say I do.

“Take care of her,” my dad says as he hands me off to Issac.

“Yes, sir” Issac nods. Issac pulls me to stand in front of him.

“Everyone may have a seat,” Nathan tells everyone. Who knew Nathan, of all people, was an ordained minister. “Ready?” Nathan asks us. Issac and I both look at each other and nod. He smiles. “Alright, here we go.”

The End.