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The slam of the car's hood closing snapped you out of your reverie. You could hear Sylus outside, cursing quietly, calling someone (twins, maybe?), and you realized you probably won't make it home before dawn.
The car was, apparently, fucked.
At least fucked enough that you couldn't do anything about it in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the moon, a picnic basket and your phone's flashlight in tow.
Sylus opened the trunk, and when he sat down in the driver's seat gave you a blanket.
"Cover yourself, we'll be here for a while", he said, reclining his seat.
"What do you mean 'a while'?"
"At least until Luke and Kieran take another car and come pick us up."
You sighed. This was not how you imagined your date. You wanted a picnic and a romantic walk through the woods, but no, everything just had to go wrong. You looked at Sylus.
He had his hands behind his back, laying on the driver's seat, breathing steadily. His face was relaxed and, if you didn't know him, you'd bet he was asleep. Well, at least he didn't look bothered by the situation.
You reclined your seat as well, turned away from him and covered yourself with the blanket. It was not the softest and most luxurious blanket under which you had the honor of sleeping (Sylus had a whole cabinet of blankets, and these were the most expensive and most comfy ones you ever saw and felt), but it was big enough to hide you. And this is precisely what you needed right now.
Your silent sobs were too quiet for Sylus to hear, you thought, but you were wrong. It didn't even take a minute for him to rip the blanket off your face to see you crying to yourself.
"Hey, hey," Sylus whispered, his voice soft with concern. "What's wrong?"
You tried to turn away, embarrassed by your tears, but he gently cupped your face with his warm hands. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, wiping your eyes. "This isn't how I wanted tonight to go."
Sylus's eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Who says the night's over?"
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached into the backseat and grabbed the picnic basket. "Come on," he said, opening his door and stepping out into the moonlit night.
Confused, you watched as he opened the rear door, arranging the blanket across the backseat. He turned to you, extending his hand with a flourish.
You couldn't help but smile as you took his hand, letting him guide you out of the car and into the backseat. The night air was cool against your skin, but your hand was burning in his grip. As you settled in the back, on his lap, the moonlight streaming through the windows cast a silvery glow over everything, turning the ordinary car interior into something almost magical.
Sylus reached for the picnic basket, his movements careful so as not to disturb your position. You nestled closer, inhaling his familiar scent – a mix of leather, wine and something uniquely him. The first item he pulled out was a bunch of plump, juicy grapes.
"Open up, kitten", he murmured, his breath tickling your ear as he held a grape to your lips.
You parted your lips, allowing him to put one on your tongue. His thumb remained on your lip as you closed your mouth.
Your eyes locked with Sylus's as you savored the sweet burst of flavor. His thumb traced the outline of your lips, sending tingles through your body. He plucked another grape, this time holding it between his teeth, a playful challenge in his eyes.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his as you took the grape. He groaned approvingly, sending sparks straight to your core. The taste of the fruit mingled with his breath, warm and inviting. Sylus's hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. But just as you thought he would kiss you, pull you closer, take you , he moved away.
He continued feeding you, each piece accompanied by tender caresses. Strawberries, their ruby flesh glistening in the moonlight. Bites of creamy brie spread on crusty bread. Dark chocolate that melted on your tongue.
The car windows began to fog, the air thickened with tension. Sylus's touch grew bolder, his fingertips caressing your thigh, slipping under the material of your shorts from time to time. The small kisses you'd steal with bites of food and his soft hums that sent your whole body shaking did not help with the wetness slowly seeping through your underwear.
You shifted in Sylus's lap, trying to find a more comfortable position. As you moved, your butt brushed against his groin, eliciting a low, guttural groan from him. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through your body, igniting a fire in your core.
Sylus's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He reached for another strawberry, this time running it along your collarbone before bringing it to your lips. You parted them eagerly, your tongue darting out to lick the juice from his fingers. He inhaled sharply, his free hand tightening on your hip.
"You're playing with fire, kitten," he murmured, his voice husky with want.
You responded by taking his finger into your mouth, sucking gently. Sylus's eyes fluttered closed and he hissed.
He reached for another strawberry, this time tracing it along your jawline, down your neck, leaving a sweet, sticky trail. His lips followed, licking and kissing the path he'd created. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your throat to his hungry mouth, a soft moan escaping your lips.
His other hand slipped under your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You arched into his touch, desperate for more. You couldn't stop your needy whines when his fingers touched your already hard nipple. Sylus chuckled softly, his breath hot against your ear.
"Patience, kitten," he whispered, nipping at your earlobe. His whisper, low and gravelly from the same need that was slowly consuming you, sent a shiver down your spine. He put the strawberry on your tongue, waiting for you to swallow it before he kissed your neck again.
He reached for a piece of chocolate, holding it between his teeth. As you leaned in to take it, he captured your lips in a searing kiss. The chocolate melted between your mouths, leaving only a sweet aftertaste on your tongue. Sylus licked and sucked your lips, making your hips buck and your breath hitch.
You shifted on his lap to face him, sitting now on his thigh, grinding on his leg, the tension in your core borderline unbearable.
Your eyes burned with desire and longing, the heat of his hands on your skin almost painful in a way it made you burn with lust. Sylus's breath hitched as he watched your lips part, inviting him in for more. He leaned in close, his breath warm on your skin, and your eyes met his, locked there as he slid his hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against the already soaked fabric of your underwear.
You gasped softly, your eyes widening as his fingers continued to trace the contours of your sensitive flesh. Sylus's other hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your lips, leaving a trail of fire behind. The car rocked softly with your movements as you almost fucked yourself on his palm, and the scent of your arousal filled the air.
"Is this what you wanted, kitten?" Sylus whispered, his voice low and gravelly.
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. As if on command, he finally crushed his lips against yours, his hand moving from your lips to your hair, the other slipping under your soaked panties.
He didn't waste his time and pushed a finger into you immediately, making sure his thumb was circling your clit to the rhythm of your kiss. You saw stars.
Your breath hitched, and your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove you closer and closer to the edge, fast . The moans and gasps from your lips were a sweet symphony to his ears, and he almost drank them from your lips, like the finest wine. Sylus's fingertips danced on your skin, as though you were his instrument, and he played a serenade of pleasure just for you two.
Your body shuddered and spasmed, your grinding growing erratic and more desperate. Sylus's finger never stopped moving, drawing out more of your pleasure and making it last as long as he could before you shattered.
You threw your head back and all the moans and gasps from your lips filled the small space, creating a symphony of ecstasy for Sylus's ears. He kissed your neck as he added another finger, filling you better, the scissoring motion sending you towards the edge.
Your hips instinctively bucked against his hand, seeking more of his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve in your body burning under your skin. Sylus's hot breath tickled your ear as he whispered to you his dirty praise.
“Cum for me, kitten. Make me proud. You deserve it after riding my hand so well.”
With one last flick of his thumb you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body convulsed in ecstasy, moaning loudly as Sylus's fingers continued to move within you, prolonging your orgasm and making it crash over you in waves. It was blissful, the sudden relief your release brought, and you could only collapse on his chest, with your open mouthed pants now ghosting on his neck.
You lay on him, your body slick with sweat, blouse sticking to your stomach and back, as you kept trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. The windows were fogged over, hiding you from the outside world and any potential passersby.
Sylus held you tight against his chest, his heartbeat thundering in your ears. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air around you - it was truly intoxicating.
As he slowly pulled out of you, you couldn't help but squeeze around his digits one last time. You didn't notice when he slid your shorts and underwear down, only made aware by the cold air hitting your wet slit. You took them off completely, the fabric disappearing somewhere under the reclined front seats. Sylus's fingers grazed your lips, leaving a trail of wetness behind. You eagerly opened your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin.
A low moan escaped his lips before he pressed his mouth against your ear. His voice was husky and seductive as he whispered, "The things you do to me, kitten…"
A sharp gasp escaped your lips as Sylus nipped at your earlobe, sending tingles down your spine. The sound of his belt coming undone echoed in the cramped car, and you couldn't resist reaching out to feel the growing bulge in his tight pants.
Your fingers traced along the outline of his length, eliciting a low groan from Sylus. The scent of arousal filled the small space, mixing with the lingering notes of his cologne that you still tasted on his neck. You slid your hands on his chest now, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his muscles tense under your fingertips.
With a final tug, Sylus freed himself from his pants, revealing his throbbing shaft. You watched eagerly as he pulled it free from its confinement, letting it slap his abdomen.
Your hand gently glided over his length, exploring every inch and reveling in the warmth emanating from his skin. You slid your nail on the vein protruding on the underside of his length, the rest of your palm spreading precum along his shaft. His head fell back, giving your mouth more access to his throat, and you couldn't help but kiss his neck, going slowly down his body.
You shifted slightly, laying on your stomach on the front seat to have his cock at mouth level. You pumped your hand a few times, watching as Sylus bucked his hips for more pressure. You couldn't stop yourself from dragging your tongue along his length, the musky flavor of his skin making you whine and shiver. You kissed his glans, sucking softly, and Sylus groaned as he put his hand in your hair.
You felt the firm pressure of his cock against your lips. You eagerly opened your mouth and let him guide himself inside, digging your nails into the cool leather of the car seat.
His moans became more insistent as you swirled your tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of his precum. With each passing moment, each bob of your head, you took more and more of him down your throat, feeling rewarded as you felt him twitch in your mouth.
"Good girl," Sylus panted, tightening his grip on your hair as you sucked and licked him like he was your favorite delicacy. Your throat constricted around him, sending waves of pleasure through both of you.
"Deeper," he growled, urging you to take all of him as he bucked his hips against your mouth. You eagerly complied, forcing your head down low, gagging on his length as he finally bottomed out.
Sylus let out a guttural moan, his whole body shivering from the sensation of you swallowing around him. His hips kept bucking involuntarily as you expertly slid your mouth up and down his length. The taste of his precum filled your senses, mixed with the tang of your own saliva. Your tongue swirled and danced around him, savoring every inch, worshiping him, striving to bring out more of his sounds.
With each movement, his breath grew more ragged and desperate, body trembling under your touch. You reached up to caress his thigh, feeling the muscles tense and twitch under your fingertips.
“That's it, kitten. You are making me feel so, so good”, he praised, his grip in your hair tightening, his eyes watching how utterly debauched you looked with makeup running down your cheeks and his precum mixed with your saliva running down your chin and neck.
As the minutes ticked by, you became completely lost in the feeling of Sylus's cock sliding in and out of your mouth. The slick warmth of his skin against your lips and tongue sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. Each thrust brought a surge of pleasure through your body, his every moan making you wetter and more eager for his touch.
With one hand still gripping his thigh, you reached down to touch yourself, finding your neglected clit already swollen with arousal. You couldn't resist, and you started flicking your fingers on it, moaning as the pleasure intensified within you. The pressure built steadily, until every nerve in your body was alight with need.
Sylus's ragged breaths filled your ears, signaling how close he was getting to his climax. And as you felt him grow even harder inside your mouth, a thrill shot through you at the realization that you had him right where you wanted him. You did this to him. He was a mess for you , because of you . You opened your eyes and looked at his face, his eyes half lidded, lip almost bloody from how hard he was biting it.
Driven by this visage, you redoubled your efforts, sucking and stroking with renewed enthusiasm. Sylus's hips bucked uncontrollably against you, each movement bringing him closer to the brink. You saw it in his eyes, felt it in every throb of his cock deep in your throat: he was almost there, almost , needing just a little push to finally let go and shatter. So you focused on the tip, swollen and sensitive, and as you sucked and moaned his name he finally came.
You were surprised by the amount, a wave of salty fluid flooding your mouth and running down your throat. You struggled to swallow, and as you felt his seed spill out of your mouth and trickle down your chin on your chest.
Sylus's hand tightened on your hair, and you looked up at him. You opened your mouth, showing him your mouth, empty, with his cum swallowed despite the amount.
He let out a satisfied groan, pulling you up for a kiss. He was still rock hard, you noticed, his shaft twitching against your dripping core.
"Fuck, kitten. That was incredible" he purred, his voice raw and strained, breathing heavy. You smiled against his lips, feeling a rush of pride at how much he was enjoying himself.
He wiped the remnants of his release from your chin and brought his fingers to your mouth. You licked them clean, and you felt his cock twitch under you.
"You really are something else, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your lips, his eyes dark and intense. You giggled, biting your lip and feeling yourself flush. You shifted your hips, rubbing against his cock and sending a wave of pleasure through both of you.
“Eager, aren't you?” Sylus growled, gripping your waist, and flipped you onto the backseat, face pressed into the leather headrest. He spread your legs and settled between them, his length pressing against your entrance.
You were so wet from your previous performance, your entrance already clenching in need. Sylus groaned at the sight.
"You really are desperate for me, aren't you, kitten?" he murmured, his fingers dancing along your thigh. You arched your back, whimpering.
"Please, Sylus..." you breathed, feeling yourself tremble. He smirked, his fingers brushing against your clit, teasing and tantalizing.
"I wonder, should I finger you again? Make you cum on my hand? Or eat you out until you can't even moan? What do you want, kitten? Speak."
You bit your lip, struggling to focus as he continued his torment, his fingers dancing around your entrance. "Fuck me, Sylus, please..."
"Hmm, I don't think you want it enough, kitten."
"Please!"
"Beg for it”, he whispered into your ear, and you couldn't help but buck your hips. His hand grabbed your hip to keep you in place, and you cried , the need in the sound surprising you.
"Fuck me, Sylus. Fill me up, make me scream, do whatever you want, I need you in me, now!”
Sylus smirked, slapping his cock on your slit.
"Good girl."
And then, with one hard, deep thrust, he was inside you - and you saw stars.
You cried out, clinging to him as he buried himself to the hilt. Your nails dug into his forearms, the only part of him you could reach in this position, leaving angry red marks on his pale skin. You felt his chest on your back as he pushed you against the backseat. He was so deep you were sure you'd be able to see a bulge on your abdomen if you could only look down.
Sylus's hand gripped the headrest, keeping himself steady as he began to thrust. Your body jerked with each movement, the sensation of his cock brushing all the sensitive spots inside you being almost too much .
You tried to move, to run from the overwhelming pleasure, but Sylus's hand kept you pinned to the seat. You were helpless, at his mercy, and it was glorious.
"Is this what you wanted, kitten? To be fucked by me in the car as we come back from that little date you planned? Is this what you fantasized about? Me, fucking you into the backseat until I fill you?"
You whined, the words only making you wetter, hotter. The slap of his hips on your ass was deafening.
"Answer me, kitten."
"Y-yes... yes..."
Sylus grinned, his breath heavy in your ear.
"Such a filthy little thing... Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me harder, Sylus!"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you, kitten."
You moaned, arching against him, desperate for more. You felt a tinge of pain as his hand landed on your ass.
"Louder, kitten. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me harder, please!"
Sylus grinned, his pace increasing. You threw your head back, and as it touched his shoulder one of his hands moved from your hip to your throat, squeezing it lightly. Tears ran down your face as you screamed his name, the ecstasy and sudden lack of air sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
"That's right, kitten. Let me hear you scream for me."
Sylus's teeth sank into the sensitive skin of your shoulder, and you cried out again, the pain mixing with the pleasure, intensifying it. You begged for release, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra, slurring from all the pleasure.
"Cum for me, kitten," he commanded, his hand moving to your clit. He stroked you, his thrusts never faltering, sending you over the edge. Your body spasmed and writhed beneath him, the waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again.
Sylus groaned, feeling your cunt squeeze around his length as you came. He never stopped thrusting, fucking you through your orgasm until you were whining from overstimulation. He was not close yet, you realized, your body taut and overwhelmed by pleasure he was giving you without mercy.
Sylus's lips pressed against yours, muffling your cries. You could taste your tears, salty on your tongue, before he licked them away from your face.
"Such a good kitten. Taking me so well."
You moaned into his mouth, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening once again. It was truly sublime how good he made you feel. How perfectly he was filling you.
You gasped, and Sylus pulled away, watching your face as he picked up the pace. Your eyes were wide, your mouth open in a silent cry. You couldn't even moan now, every breath you took immediately pushed out by the way he fucked you into the seat.
"Are you gonna cum again, kitten?"
You nodded, barely able to focus on his words.
"Say it."
"I-I'm gonna cum, Sylus..."
"Louder. Scream my name, kitten."
You shook your head. "Outside... what if someone hears?"
He chuckled, his hand once again leaving your hip. You moaned as he spanked you again.
"Too late for that, I assure you. Let them hear, kitten. Let them know who's fucking you so good."
You closed your eyes, trying to control yourself and say what he wanted to hear. Sylus growled, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. He was close.
"Say it, kitten. Make me cum."
"Sylus! Please, please, I'm so close!"
"Louder, fuck..."
You screamed his name, louder than you ever thought possible, as you felt your release. You were sure your hands ripped the black leather seat as you dug your nails in it, your vision hot white, your release spilling from between your legs in a sudden wave. Sylus groaned.
You heard him curse as his hips stuttered. His moves slowed, his cock pulsing inside you, his seed filling you. You moaned, feeling the warmth spreading inside, painting your walls white. Sylus's arms were around you, holding you tight against him.Your breaths mingled as he kissed you again, a breathy, open mouthed kiss grounding you both after intense climax.
He held you for a moment longer before pulling out. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, feeling his cum slowly dripping from you.
Sylus's gaze lingered on the sight, his hand gently stroking your thighs.
"What a sight", he whispered as he kissed your back, slick with sweat. You were spasming still, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through your spent, overstimulated body.
Sylus turned you on his lap, making you sit with your legs stretched between his on the backseat, your back on his chest.
He pulled the picnic basket close, grabbing a strawberry and putting it to your lips. You couldn't help but take a bite, sweet juice on your tongue helping your parched throat. You ate a few pieces, enjoying the taste and the feeling of Sylus's lips on your skin.
When the fruits were gone, he pulled out a napkin and cleaned you off. You hummed contentedly, letting him take care of you.
His hands were caressing your legs and stomach, his slow movements helping your body relax against him. At least until his hand disappeared between your thighs again.
"What are you-"
You didn't get to finish the question, the sensation of his fingers circling your sensitive bud stealing your breath. You moaned, instinctively grinding against his hand.
Sylus's teeth scraped against your earlobe.
"Well, kitten, I think we should continue our little date now that you rested a bit, hm?"
You whined, both horrified and aroused.
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Kieran and Luke sat in the other car, watching the sway of Sylus's vehicle on the other side of the parking lot.
“So, are we going to tell them we're here?”
Kieran sighed, reclining his seat.
“You can if you want to, I quite like still having my head, you know”.
Luke nodded before also laying down.
Well, they could wait a few hours.