It hadn’t been the kind of orgasm she had with her husband. It hadn’t been that big, but it had still felt amazing. She’d needed a release in a bad way after that sexually charged dinner and what she and Jace had just witnessed.
As Jace drove, she sat there, dumbfounded that she’d had an orgasm brought on by her own hand, not to mention in the front seat of a car.
“Can you keep it up, babe? I want you to be primed and ready for me, because the moment we get home, I’m taking you in the backyard.”
“The backyard?” Caroline was instantly hot again. She circled herself in the perfect place, and the aftershocks came rolling in, one after another. She squeezed her legs together and groaned, rocking back and forth, taking quick breaths as her muscles tensed and released. After a moment, she turned toward her husband. “You said that on purpose, didn’t you? To get me to come again?”
He chuckled. “Well, it worked, didn’t it? You’re killing me here, by the way. I want you so bad it hurts. Like, physically hurts. My dick feels like it’s in a straitjacket. But I meant every word. We’re only making it as far as the patio. I’m going to bend you over the chair and ram my cock into your pussy over and over again until you come.”
“Oh.” Her husband was pushing her buttons. “What if someone sees us?” One hand crept to her breast. She began to rub the aching peak through the material.
She wanted her husband to suck it like Pete had done to Emma’s.
“The only people who can see back there are Michael and Piper, and I’m past that,” he said. “And, Care, I’m going to bury myself deep. I can already feel your wetness gripping my cock.” His voice sounded breathless as he rounded a corner going far too fast. Caroline wanted to tell him to slow down, but she also wanted to get home as soon as possible. He was right, she was absolutely drenched.
“I’m so wet it’s ridiculous.” She continued to rub herself. “I need you, Jace. But with all this talk, I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait any longer. I need it again right now.”
“I’m working on it, babe. Just hold on.”
Caroline tried to hold off, circling her clit slower, but her nub was wired straight to her core. Everything pulsed, and she wanted desperately to come again. She rocked her hips into her hands, trying not to fuck herself, but not succeeding. “Tell me what else you’re going to do to me.” It came out as a moan. She slowed her efforts, trying to hold off. “Please.”
“You know when I thrust in and out of you slowly and take my time?”
“Yes.” Jace could draw out sex in such a delicious way.
“That’s not what’s going to happen. I’m lifting that scrap of a dress up to your waist, just like it is now, and taking you hard. First from the front, but I’m going to finish from behind, pounding into you until you scream my name loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.”
Visions of them having sex in the backyard flooded through her psyche like a video on fast-forward. She wanted her husband badly and loved how excited he was for her right now.
The fact he couldn’t do anything about it, however, might be the best and worst part.
She wanted to hear more—needed to hear more. “How bad do you wish you were fucking me right now?” she asked in a husky voice. “Because I can’t have your cock, I’m going to have to settle for my finger. I’m going to push it deep inside me and pretend it’s your rock-hard dick.”
Jace swore out loud, his eyes riveted to her as she began to draw her finger in and out. “Caroline Stratton, you are driving me insane. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me. And this takes the fucking cake. If I could get away with it, I’d haul you onto my lap at this light and drill myself into you and make you come against this steering wheel.” He slapped his palms in frustration against the wheel, and that made her even hotter.
At the vision of her back settled against the steering wheel, Caroline orgasmed again, calling Jace’s name.
“Holy shit, Care! Are you this wound up because of Emma and Pete? Or because we’re doing something different?”
She panted. “I think it’s a bit of both, but mostly I think it’s the alcohol. But, honestly, I don’t care. I just want more. It feels so good.” She glanced over at her husband, lust pooled in his eyes. “But none of this is as good as having you inside me. These are small blips compared to when you make me come while your cock is nestled deep—”
The light changed and Jace swung the car off the road.
He drove like a madman straight into a public parking lot that was connected to a large park near their home. The lot was empty, except for one car. Caroline watched as her husband chose a spot as far as he could from the other car, pulled in, and turned the motor off, yanking the key out as he reached under the seat and grabbed the bar to force it back manually. “Come here right now.”
“Jace, this is so public. Let’s just go home—”
One of his hands caught her shoulder, while the other sprang the massive erection from his jeans. “Care, if we don’t do this now, you miss out, because all your sexy banter has taken me almost over the finish line. I need you now, or I’m going to come in my fist. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t been in this much pain since junior high when I saw Jennifer Adams in a see-through shirt without a fucking bra. Every time I saw her after that, I sprouted wood. I still remember those nipples like it was yesterday.” The intensity in his voice sent chills racing up her spine. She threw away her concerns and immediately climbed over, hiking her dress past her waist as she went. “No, Care, I need the dress off.”
“I can’t do that—”
His huge cock entered her swiftly and she cried out. He grabbed on to her hips and seated her on top of him tightly, thrusting up as he went. She tossed her head back and moaned.
It felt so fucking good.
In the next instant, his hands were all over her, and in one tug her dress was gone. Her bra went next, his wet mouth closing over an aching nipple as he began to pump into her. All the feelings together were so incredible—so different from her fingers—and so much better.
Two rough thrusts, and she came again, hard.
Her stomach clenched as her hips rolled in pleasure, her nails raking Jace’s chest as she moaned.
Her husband firmly planted his hands around her waist as he lifted her up and brought her back down on him fast. The slapping of their bodies reverberated through the car. “Woman, you’re electric. I felt you come, but you’re going to do it again…this time with me.”
Her knees were braced against the outside of his thighs. It gave her some control, and she began to undulate on her own, rocking her pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust, abrading her sensitive clit against his firm abs.
“Right there,” he groaned. “Yes, like that. I’m trying so hard not to come yet. I want you to break again.” His hands snaked up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the peaks. “I’m going to touch you like Pete did to Emma, and you’re going to come for me one more time.”
Caroline groaned, tossing her head back as she pictured Emma and Pete and how hot they’d looked together. The image made her legs clench. “Yes,” she whispered.
“You just watched Emma come hard, but we win, since I have my cock in your pussy. I bet Pete’s crying in his soup because he wasn’t lucky enough to fuck her or come on her creamy, white tits—”
A low, guttural sound escaped Caroline’s throat as she orgasmed.
It was the biggest climax she’d had tonight.
Her body shook, her hips grinding against Jace’s hard body, her head fell forward. She heard him call her name as he pumped inside her.