“Yes,” she breathes. “God, that feels good. You feel so good.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. She feels better. Tight and sweet and soft.

My need overtakes me then. I hammer into her, gutting strokes that rock the car.

It’s messy and it’s fast. Backseat fucking in its purest form.

Just what it needs to be.

I reach between us and curl the pads of my first two fingers against her clit. I do it again. Again, and this time I swivel my hips while I’m inside her.

One of her legs starts to shake. Her pussy flutters around me. Her hands land on the window behind her with a thump.

She’s close.

I look at her. “You first.”

“I don’t—”

“You first,” I grunt.

Her hips surge against my fingertips.

While I rock into her, I watch her reactions. She furrows her brow, lost to her rising pleasure.

I’m lost in her.

Her hips surge again. She cries out. My balls tighten.

She comes. Clamping down on my cock, squeeze after squeeze that has me growling so loud I bet they can hear me on the next farm over, twenty minutes away. Her body arches hungrily upward, hands clawing at my shirt. Like she’s desperate for something only I can give her.

I lean down and cover her body with mine. Holding her against me as best as I can while she rides out her orgasm, cheek to cheek. My nose in her hair, strands of it fluttering as I let out one hot breath after another.

I want to kiss her mouth. My chest aches with the desire to turn my head to the side and capture her lips with mine. I want to soothe her. Taste her. Drink her in.

I thrust once, twice.

And then I’m coming, too. So hard it hurts. I empty myself in a handful of hot spurts. I suck in a breath through my teeth, my heart hammering against my breastbone. I can’t breathe. Can’t see.

Julia’s hands are clutched in my shirt at my sides.

I want to keep holding her. But I can’t.

Just a fuck.

Propping myself up on my hands, I pull out of her. The motion makes cum leak out of the condom onto her thigh.

I pause. Heart still hammering.

Her hands are still holding me tight.

I reach down. Smear a little cum across her skin with my thumb.

Julia watches me do it. I wait for her to call me out. It’s weird. Wrong. Possessive in a way I have no right to be.

But she doesn’t say a word. Just wiggles out from under me, reaching for her panties and pulling her dress down over her hips.

I fall back onto the seat. Feeling equal parts sated and fucking flattened by a new, searing sense of hunger.

I’d hoped—foolishly—that having sex with Julia would satisfy my need for her. Make this inconvenient crush go away.

Now I see it’s only made me want her more. Again. Right now.