The sun blazed down on the dashboard of my old car. I sat behind the wheel, my hands trembling slightly on the warm leather. The air conditioning blew hot air into my face, yet my legs were slick with sweat. [Photo Maddie]
“You don’t have to brake so hard, darling,” Marcus said, his voice warm and a little husky. He sat beside me in his shorts, legs spread comfortably. I couldn’t help but stare at the thick bulge straining against the fabric. He smirked, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
“Sorry,” I murmured, my cheeks burning. “I’m just… not used to driving yet.”
“No problem at all,” he replied, leaning closer. His hand slid over my thigh, his fingers warm and slightly rough. “You’ve only learned how to steer so far. Now it’s time to learn how to truly relax.”
I swallowed hard. His touch felt too good. His hand crept higher, slipping beneath the hem of my short skirt until his fingers brushed against my panties. My breathing quickened.
“Marcus…” I whispered, but I made no move to stop him.
He raised an eyebrow. “What? Afraid someone might see us?”
I glanced around. The road was empty. Still, my heart hammered in my chest.
“No,” I lied.
He chuckled, eyes sparkling. “Don’t lie to yourself.”
His hand was now fully under my skirt, fingers gliding along the soft skin of my inner thighs. I gasped as they pressed against my damp panties.
“So wet already,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I can feel your lips through the fabric.”
I moaned softly, my hips moving instinctively against his hand. My panties were soaked, my folds swollen and aching.
“Fuck,” he whispered, slowly pulling his hand back. His fingers glistened with my arousal. He licked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “You taste incredible.”
I felt myself melting. My nipples strained against the thin fabric of my top. I wanted him everywhere.
“Marcus…” I moaned again, my voice hoarse.
He cupped my chin and pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue claimed mine as I tangled my fingers in his hair. My hand drifted down to the hard bulge in his shorts.
He growled low in his throat. “You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
I nodded breathlessly. “Yes.”
Suddenly he pulled back, chest heaving. “We can’t stay here. A car is coming.”
I looked up and saw a van rounding the corner. My heart skipped a beat.
“Quickly,” Marcus said. He steered the car off the road and parked it deep among the trees, hidden from view. The moment the engine stopped, he pulled me toward him.
His hands were everywhere — kneading my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled against my throat. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
I reached for his shorts with trembling fingers. He helped me this time, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, heavy and throbbing.
I licked my lips and leaned down, running my tongue over the swollen head. He groaned, fingers tightening in my hair as I took him deeper into my mouth.
But he didn’t let me finish. He pulled me up, positioned me over his lap, and slowly guided me down onto him.
The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but the pleasure was even stronger. I moaned loudly as he filled me completely.
“Ride me, Elena,” he whispered, his hands gripping my hips.
I moved faster, losing myself in the rhythm. His fingers found my clit, stroking me perfectly until I shattered around him, crying out his name. Moments later he followed, pulling me tight against him as he came deep inside me.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies trembling. Marcus smiled and brushed a strand of hair from my face.
“So,” he said softly, “ready for the next lesson?”
I grinned, still flushed. “At your place?”
