It would be a long ride—one of those endless stretches of road where the scenery blurs and time drags on. I stood beside the car, sighing as the wind teased the hem of my short denim skirt, making it flutter around my thighs. My crop top hugged my body, leaving just enough skin showing to catch the breeze as I watched Dad struggle to shove the last bag into the trunk, which was already overflowing.
“Looks like it’s going to be a tight squeeze,” Mom said, her tone firm as she glanced at the back seat. There wasn’t a trace of humour in her expression, just practicality. “We’re not all going to fit back there.”
I tugged at the edge of my skirt, shifting my weight. My brother Jake was already slumped in one corner of the back seat, his headphones on, completely oblivious that he’d sprawled out and taken up nearly all the space.
“I’ll sit up front,” I said, already moving toward the passenger side door. But Mom’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“No, I’m sitting in the front,” she said firmly. Without waiting for a response, she slipped into the passenger seat and buckled up, her movements sharp and decisive.
I blinked, staring at the sliver of space next to Jake. There was no way I’d fit. My eyes flicked over to my brother, who hadn’t even bothered looking up; his legs stretched out like he owned the seat.
“Seriously?” I groaned, throwing my hands up. “Where am I supposed to sit?”
Mom turned to face me, her expression unyielding. “You’ll have to sit on Jake’s lap.”
I gaped at her in disbelief, but there was no room for negotiation. Jake finally pulled out one of his earbuds, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice lazy, oblivious to the space problem he’d created.
“Move over,” I snapped, nudging his knee with mine. “Mom’s got the front, so I’m stuck sitting with you.”
He glanced at the back seat, his mouth twisting into an amused smirk. “Good luck with that. There’s no space.”
I rolled my eyes, huffing. “Exactly.”
His smirk deepened. “Looks like you’re sitting on my lap, then.”
Heat rushed to my face, but I knew there was no arguing. The car wasn’t getting any bigger, and Jake certainly wasn’t going to hurry over. I squeezed into the back seat with a frustrated sigh, carefully positioning myself on his lap. His body was warm beneath mine, and I did my best not to squirm, though the closeness made it hard not to feel… awkward.
“Don’t squish me,” he muttered, shifting slightly beneath me.
“Shut up,” I whispered, glancing over my shoulder at him. “I don’t have a fat ass, you cheeky git.” I tried to stretch my legs without pressing too much weight on him, but his arms hovered around me awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure where to put them.
“This is weird,” I muttered, half-laughing, my voice low.
“You’re telling me?” he chuckled, his breath brushing against my neck, warm and way too close.
The car rumbled to life, and we started down the road. Every bump made me shift closer to him, his hand instinctively landing on my hip to steady me. His touch was light but firm, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach.
“Just don’t crush me,” he teased, though his voice softened.
I shot him a playful look. “I’ll try.”
As we settled into the long drive, I relaxed a bit, despite how close we were. His hands adjusted now and then, settling on my hips to keep me steady with the bumps. The sky outside was softening with the afternoon light, and the road stretched endlessly before us.
“What are you two doing back there?” Mom’s voice broke through the quiet, sharp as she glanced at us in the rearview mirror.
“Nothing!” I quickly replied, feeling my face heat up. I shifted on Jake’s lap again, trying to find a more comfortable spot, but the movement only made him groan softly.
“Lily, stop moving so much,” he grumbled, his tone hinting at frustration.
“Not my fault!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Blame Mom for not leaving enough room.”
Dad glanced at us in the rearview mirror, a flicker of amusement on his face. “Everyone surviving back there?”
Jake let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Barely.”
Mom’s stern gaze flicked back toward us. “Jake, keep your hands to yourself.”
He raised his hands slightly as if to prove his innocence. “I’m just sitting here.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Yeah, Jake, hands off.”
Jake grinned, his fingers giving my waist a light squeeze. “You’re the one sitting on me, Lil. Maybe you should be the one keeping yourself in check. Like, stop wriggling against me.”
I felt a flush of heat rise in my cheeks as Jake’s voice dropped lower, teasing. “I’m not moving that much,” I muttered, but the truth was, I couldn’t seem to sit still. The cramped space made it impossible to get comfortable. And Jake wasn’t making it any easier.
“Sure, you’re not,” he drawled, his grip on my waist tightening just a little. “But if you keep squirming like that, Lil, this is gonna be a really long ride.”
I shot him a quick glare, trying to hide how flustered I felt. “Maybe if you weren’t so bony, I wouldn’t have to move.”
He chuckled, his breath warm against my neck as he leaned closer. “Bony? You’re the one making this difficult. I’m perfectly fine—except that you’re driving me crazy.”
His voice had retaken that playful edge, making my stomach flip. I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips. “Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself, Jake.”
He shifted beneath me, his hands settling more comfortably on my waist. “I don’t have to. You’re doing enough of that with all your moving around.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, crossing my arms and leaning back into him. His chest pressed against my back, solid and warm. I tried to ignore the way it made my heart race.
Another bump in the road sent a jolt through us, and my leg brushed against his again. He groaned softly, his fingers tightening around my waist. “Lily, if you keep this up, I don’t know how much longer I can behave.”
His words caught my breath, and my heart pounded faster. “Maybe you should stop talking, then,” I shot back, my voice shaky.
Jake’s grin widened. “Maybe I don’t want to.” He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering near my ear. “Or maybe you like it when I don’t.”
I could feel my pulse quicken, but I wasn’t about to let him win. “Don’t get too comfortable, Jake. This is just because we’re out of space. It’s not like I want to be here.”
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through my back. “Keep telling yourself that, Lil. But we both know you’re getting pretty cosy.”
Another bump in the road made me shift again, but Jake didn’t bother hiding his groan this time. His hands slid slightly, resting under my ribs, his thumbs brushing my sides. “Seriously, stop wriggling,” he muttered, his voice now heavier, laced with something more than just teasing.
I sighed, finally giving up on trying to find a comfortable position. “Fine,” I mumbled, settling against him. “But you’d better not complain if I fall asleep on you.”
Jake’s breath hitched for a second, and I could feel his chest rise and fall behind me as if he was trying to stay calm. “If you fall asleep on me, I’m unsure how I’ll survive.”
I smirked, tilting my head back slightly to catch his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll manage. You’re always full of surprises.”
His smile widened, his fingers giving me another playful squeeze. “Guess we’ll just have to see what happens, won’t we?”
The air between us felt charged, and for a moment, the cramped car didn’t seem so uncomfortable. I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing and his body’s warmth against mine. Despite everything, it almost felt… natural.
Jake’s voice cut through the quiet as the car rumbled down the road. “You think you can handle the rest of this ride without driving me completely crazy?”
I grinned, leaning back into him with a soft laugh. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
His breath warmed my neck as he whispered, “It’s going to be a long ride, Lil. Hope you’re ready for it.”
The road stretched out endlessly ahead of us, the hum of the tyres blending with the low murmur of music that played from Dad’s playlist. I could feel Jake’s chest rise and fall steadily behind me as we drove. Though awkward at first, the closeness had started to feel less uncomfortable. The car’s rhythmic bumps and vibrations made it almost too easy to settle into him, his hands resting lightly on my waist, keeping me steady.
“Where are we even going?” I mumbled after what felt like hours, my head leaning back slightly against Jake’s shoulder. I wasn’t sure if I was asking Jake or just talking to myself.
Jake chuckled softly. “You mean you’ve been sitting on me this whole time, and you don’t even know where we’re headed?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help but smile a little. “I just know it’s a long road trip. You know how Dad is—he likes surprises.”
Jake shifted beneath me, leaning closer. “Well, if it keeps going like this, I might not survive the surprise.”
“Drama queen,” I muttered, elbowing him lightly.
Before he could respond, Dad’s voice cut through the quiet. “Alright, everyone. We’ll be stopping at the next service station. Stretch your legs, and get something to eat. We’ve got another two hours ahead of us.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and I straightened up, grateful for the break. The cramped space had started to take its toll, even if Jake’s teasing had made it bearable.
“Finally,” I sighed, glancing at the road ahead. “I was starting to think we’d be stuck in here forever.”
Jake laughed under his breath. “Hey, maybe you’ll miss it.”
I shot him a sideways glance. “Not likely.”
The car slowed as we pulled into the service station, a small cluster of buildings surrounded by a parking lot full of other cars. The neon lights of a fast-food joint flickered in the distance, and the familiar smell of gasoline and fried food filled the air as we parked.
Dad cut the engine, and Mom turned to face us. “Get some fresh air, both of you.”
Jake gently nudged me. “Alright, Lil, time to get off me. As fun as this has been, I need my legs back.”
I smirked, pushing myself up from his lap and stumbling out of the car. The cool evening air hit my skin, and I stretched my arms high above my head, letting out a satisfied groan. “Oh my god, freedom.”
Jake followed behind, stepping out and stretching with an exaggerated sigh of relief. “You’re telling me. I thought I’d never get the feeling back in my legs.”
I shot him a playful glare. “You’re acting like I weigh a ton.”
He grinned, leaning against the car with his arms crossed. “I didn’t say that. But you sure don’t make it easy.”
I flicked my hair over my shoulder, deciding to play along. “Well, maybe you should work out more. You’re not strong enough.”
Jake laughed, shaking his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lil.”
The playful banter between us hung in the air as we approached the service stop. Dad and Mom were already headed toward the small diner attached to the gas station, and the smell of burgers and fries made my stomach rumble.
Jake glanced over at me as we walked. “Hungry?”
I shrugged, though the truth was that I was starving. “Yeah. Road trips make me hungry.”
“You mean sitting on me makes you hungry,” he teased, nudging my shoulder lightly.
I gave him a gentle shove back. “You know, you could’ve just let me have more space.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, but his eyes lingered on mine for a second longer than usual, and for the first time since this whole lap-sitting situation started, I felt a little flustered. The playful tension between us had been building for hours, and now, outside of the cramped car, it seemed even more obvious.
We stepped inside the diner, the warm, greasy air hitting us as the door swung open. Mom and Dad had already grabbed a booth, so Jake and I slid across from them. I let out a contented sigh as I sat down, my legs grateful for the freedom.
“Order whatever you want, kids,” Dad said, flipping through the menu.
I scanned the options, deciding on a burger and fries. As I waited for the waitress to take our order, Jake stretched out next to me, his leg casually brushing against mine under the table.
“Still thinking about the ride?” he asked, his voice low so our parents couldn’t hear.
I smirked, glancing over at him. “You wish.”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Hey, I’m not the one who wouldn’t stop moving.”
I nudged him with my foot under the table. “Maybe I’ll just sit in the front on the way back.”
“Sure,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice just above a whisper. “But you’ll miss me.”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t deny that a part of me was already thinking about how close we’d been the whole ride. Something about it had stirred an unexpected tension between us, a flirting I hadn’t seen coming. I pushed the thought aside as the waitress arrived with our drinks.
As we settled in to eat, the conversation between our parents flowed easily, but I couldn’t help but catch Jake glancing at me occasionally, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The service stop had been a much-needed break, but something told me the rest of the trip would be even more interesting than the first half.
When we finished eating and returned to the car, Jake walked beside me, his arm brushing against mine as we crossed the parking lot.
“Ready for round two? Looking forward to this,” he asked, his voice teasing, but a glint in his eyes made me wonder just how much of it was a joke.
I nudged him with my elbow, laughing softly. “In your dreams, Jake. Let’s see if you last this round then,” I said, giving him a playful smirk as I adjusted my skirt, ensuring it didn’t ride up too much before sliding onto his lap again.
Jake’s arms instinctively circled me, his grip firm yet cautious. “Oh, I’ll last,” he muttered, his breath warm against my ear. His hands settled lightly on my hips, fingers grazing my bare skin above my waistband.
I rolled my eyes, leaning back slightly against him. “Don’t get too comfortable,” I teased, but the closeness was undeniable now, and I could feel the tension between us. Every shift of my body seemed to draw a reaction from him, a slight tightening of his grip, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
“You’re the one who should be worried,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing yet edged with something heavier. He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing my neck. “You seem a little too comfortable.”
I shot him a glance over my shoulder, trying to hide the sudden flutter in my chest. “Maybe I just know how to handle things better than you,” I whispered, my words challenging but my pulse quickening as I felt his body press against mine with each bump in the road.
“Maybe a little bit,” I bit my lip, “But I guess we’ll see,” Jake replied, his fingers tightening slightly on my waist as the car started back up, the rumble vibrating through us.
“Wait, what do you mean I should be worried?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him as I glanced over my shoulder.
Jake’s smirk widened his grip on my waist, firm but teasing. He leaned in closer, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “You’re the one sitting on me, Lil. If anyone’s going to crack under pressure, it’s you.”
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, but I wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand. “Oh, please,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. If anyone’s cracking, it’s you. I can already feel you tensing up. I know it isn’t your phone that is throbbing underneath me. Yuck.”
Jake chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck as he leaned closer. “Oh please, Lil,” he whispered, his voice teasing and low. “You’re loving every minute of it.”
My cheeks flushed at his words, but I refused to let him get to me. I shot him a sharp look over my shoulder, my lips curling into a playful smirk. “In your dreams, Jake. Keep telling yourself that.”
He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Come on, you’re practically melting into me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were getting too comfortable.”
I huffed, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened as his fingers lightly grazed my waist, sending shivers up my spine. “Maybe if you weren’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to move around so much.”
“Scrawny?” he echoed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re the one who can’t sit still. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to get closer.”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t ignore the way my heart pounded in my chest. “You wish, Jake.”
His grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly, enough to send another wave of heat through me. “Guess we’ll find out by the end of this trip, won’t we?”
I swallowed hard, pushing down the flustered feeling bubbling up inside me. “Maybe,” I whispered, though the challenge in my voice wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be.
The car rumbled down the highway, the rhythmic bumps and vibrations only intensifying the tension between us. Each subtle shift of my body, every slight adjustment, seemed to draw us closer, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, the teasing smile lingering on his lips.
“Let’s just see who cracks first,” Jake whispered, his voice barely above a murmur as his breath grazed my ear.
I smirked, refusing to back down even though my heart was racing. “You’ll be the one to break, Jake. Just wait and see.” I pressed down and wriggled against him. ” Like I said, you will break before me,” I said, smirking, as he let out a little whimper.
Jake’s breath hitched ever so slightly, his hands tightening just a bit more on my waist as I pressed down and shifted against him. His playful demeanour wavered for a split second, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of satisfaction wash over me.
He leaned in closer, his voice now lower, more serious, but still carrying that teasing edge. “Lil, you’re playing a dangerous game. Mom and Dad are right in front.”
The car jolted again; this time, the bump sent me crashing back into Jake’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around me, holding me tight. His fingers curled into the fabric of my crop top, and I felt warm and ragged breath against the back of my neck.
“Lil…” he whispered, the sound barely more than a breath. His voice was tense, low, and steady as if he were holding back something he didn’t want to say aloud.
“Maybe you should get off me,” Jake whispered, but his hands stayed on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to send another shiver racing through me. “Before this gets any worse.”
“Where do you expect me to go? There’s no room,” I said as I fell into his touch.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow. My heart was racing too fast, my body betraying me as I leaned back into him more, my back pressing into his chest, my head resting lightly against his shoulder.
“No,” he muttered, his voice soft but firm. “But you’re not exactly fighting it either.”
I closed my eyes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I should have moved. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My mind was spinning, my body reacting on instinct, and the truth was, I didn’t want to stop. I liked how his hands felt on me and how his voice sounded when it dropped to that low, husky tone.
“I can’t keep pretending, Lil,” Jake finally whispered, his lips barely grazing my ear. “This is more than just messing around.”
His words sent a jolt through me, and I opened my eyes, staring straight ahead at the endless road stretching before us. My stomach fluttered, and my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and want. I should have said anything to diffuse the situation, but my lips stayed sealed. Instead, I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening.
“I know,” I whispered back, the admission slipping out before I could stop it.
Jake exhaled sharply, and I felt his fingers tighten around me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”
I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the cramped space, the forced closeness, or maybe it was something that had been simmering between us for far longer than I wanted to admit. Whatever it was, it was impossible to ignore now.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and the look he gave me was enough to make my breath hitch. His typically teasing, carefree expression was gone, replaced by something darker, more intense. His eyes were locked on mine, and their heat made my skin tingle.
“Because,” I said softly, my voice trembling, “I don’t want to.”
“You don’t want to?” he repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper, but something more profound in his tone made my heart pound even harder.
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing. The truth was, I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know if I wanted this game to end or to keep pushing the boundaries. All I knew was that his hands on me felt right in a way I didn’t want to admit.
“I—” I started, but before I could finish, the car hit another bump, sending me jostling further into Jake as he let out a moan.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” Jake murmured, his breath brushing against my neck. His hands slid slightly, resting under my ribs, his thumbs grazing my sides. The touch was gentle, but it sent a wave of heat through me that I couldn’t ignore.
“Jake…” I whispered, but the word came out breathless, betraying the flurry of emotions swirling inside me.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, though something more serious was lurking beneath the surface now. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the edge of my jaw as he spoke. “You don’t want me to stop.”
His words sent a heat shock through me, and I felt my whole body tense. He was right. I wasn’t stopping him. I didn’t want to.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch his eyes. They were dark, intense, and filled with something that made my stomach flip. The teasing smirk he usually wore was replaced by a look I’d never seen on him before—something raw, something hungry.
“Tell me to stop,” Jake whispered, his voice barely audible. His grip on me tightened, his chest rising and falling against my back, and I could feel the tension between us building with every second that passed. “Tell me to stop, Lil.”
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. I could barely think straight with how close he was, how his hands felt on me, how his breath warmed my skin. My lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to end whatever was happening between us.
I didn’t say anything, and the silence hung heavy between us, filled with everything neither of us was ready to admit.
Jake’s hands slid higher up my sides, and I felt a small gasp escape my lips as his fingers brushed the edge of my crop top. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Lil…” with the other hand on my thigh,
I closed my eyes, my body reacting to him in ways I couldn’t control. The car rumbled beneath us, and the steady vibration only seemed to heighten everything I felt—the tension, heat, and electricity between us. It was intoxicating, overwhelming.
“You need to tell me what you want,” Jake whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with something that made my heart race even faster. “Because if you don’t, I’m not sure I can stop.”
I opened my eyes, staring straight ahead at the endless stretch of road. My chest was tight, my mind spinning, but one thing was clear—I didn’t want him to stop.
Instead of saying anything, I leaned back into him, pressing my body closer against his. The movement was subtle, but it was enough. I felt Jake’s breath hitch behind me, his fingers tightening their grip on my waist.
“I-I don’t want you to,” I confessed.
“You don’t?” His voice was barely a whisper, low and husky, sending me shivers.
I shook my head slightly, my breath catching in my throat. “No.”
“Lil…” Jake’s voice was rough, almost strained, and I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, my heart racing. “I’m sure.”
“This is dangerous,” Jake muttered, but there was a grin in his voice. “Mom and Dad are right there.”
I didn’t care. All I could think about was how his hands felt on me, how close we were, how his touch set my skin on fire. My pulse quickened as I shifted slightly, pressing closer to him, my back flush against his chest.
“I don’t care,” I whispered, barely audible.
Jake let out a low chuckle, his breath tickling my neck. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
I could feel his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on my thigh, his hand inching higher, teasing. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, my heart pounding.
“Good,” I muttered, biting my lip as his hand finally reached the hem of my skirt, his fingers slipping beneath it.
“Lil…” His voice was a low, husky whisper, filled with tension and want. “I don’t know if I can stop.”
I turned slightly, catching his gaze from the corner of my eye. His dark eyes were filled with heat, his usual playful smirk replaced by something more intense. My pulse raced, and I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.
“Then don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly but full of resolve.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind it. His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. “No,” I whispered back, my voice barely more than a breath. “I don’t want you to.”
For a moment, everything felt suspended in time. The steady rumble of the car, the muted conversation from the front seat, and even the endless stretch of road outside the window seemed to fade away, leaving only the charged air between us. Jake’s hand slid further beneath my skirt, his touch slow, deliberate, as if he was testing the limits, seeing how far I’d let him go.
“Keep going, Jake. I… I don’t mind,” I said, ensuring Mom and Dad weren’t looking. I lifted just a little off of his lap; I felt his hand up my skirt. He shifted my panties to the side as I heard his zipper, and he lowered me down.
“Fuck, Lily,” Jake groaned, his voice thick with desire as he slid inside me. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips as he filled me up, his cock hard and pulsing. I kept looking in front of me, ensuring our parents missed us. I slowly rocked back and forth.
Jake let out a low, guttural moan as he felt my tight pussy envelop him. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding my movements as I kept slowly rocking back and forth on his lap. The sensation was overwhelming, and he had to bite his lip to avoid crying out louder.
“Fuck, Lil,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I had to whisper back while trying not to moan as I rocked my bottom as his cock slid in and out my snatch, “Shh… we… we need to be quiet.”
His cock throbbed inside of me, every subtle movement sending waves of pleasure through me. Jake’s eyes darted to the front seats, ensuring our parents remained oblivious to what was happening in the back. The thrill of potentially getting caught only added to the intensity of the moment.
Jake’s hands slid up my sides, one resting just below my breast while the other gripped my hip tightly. He guided her movements, helping me maintain a slow, steady rhythm that wouldn’t draw attention.
“I know we have to be quiet,” he murmured, his voice strained to keep his moans in check. “But god, I want to make you scream.”
“Another service stop,” Dad said as I quickly.
“We will stay here, won’t we, Lil,” Jake said as I sat quietly on his cock.
“Yes, Dad, you and Mom bring us a coffee back,” I said as I just wanted to get fucked in peace.
“Sure thing. Try not to have too much fun while we are away,” he said as Mom and Dad got out of the car. If only he knew what we were doing in the back seat.
We waited until they were out of sight, and I started again. Slamming my ass up and down with my pussy slamming hard onto his cock.
“Uh fuck, mmmm… yes,” I worked his cock hard as he held my hips.
“Go on, sis, ride my cock,” he said as he pulled down on my hips, making sure I slammed down with him deep inside me.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as Jake’s cock hit that perfect spot inside of me. He felt so good, filling me up completely, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind down onto him.
Jake’s fingers dug into my hips, his grip tight as he helped me set a fast, hard pace. His breath was hot against my neck, his moans barely contained as he thrust up into me.
“Fuck, Lil, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face at his words. I felt the same way, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I reached down, my fingers grazing his balls, earning another low, guttural moan from Jake.
“I’m close, Lil,” Jake warned, his voice strained. “If you don’t want me to cum inside you, you need to stop.”
I started to ground my cunt down hard on his cock, and I twerked my ass really fast against him.
“Mmmm ah, my pussy,” I moaned as I went faster and faster; I wasn’t stopping.
Jake’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. I could feel him swelling inside of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control.
“Lil, I’m going to cum,” he warned, his voice strained.
“Do it,” I urged my climax building inside of me. “Cum inside me, Jake.”
With a low, guttural moan, Jake finally lost control. His thrusts became wild, his cock twitching inside of me as he released wave after wave of hot, sticky cum deep inside my pussy.
I could feel every spurt, every pulse as Jake filled me up; the sensation only heightened my pleasure. I ground down onto him one last time, my climax crashing over me as I cried out, my voice barely above a whisper.
We sat there, panting and trembling, for a few moments after. Jake’s cock was still inside of me, twitching now and then as he caught his breath.
“Fuck, Lil,” Jake whispered, his voice still strained. “That was… intense.”
I couldn’t help but grin at his words. “Yeah, it was. Shit, Mom and Dad are coming back,” I quickly lifted off his dick and straightened my panties. As he put his cock away, I sat back down just in time.
I couldn’t believe we had just done that, but as I sat in the backseat, my heart still racing, I knew there was no denying it. We had just had sex in the back of our parent’s car, and it had been one of the most intense experiences of my life.
My mind was still reeling from what had just happened, but there was no denying the way my body felt. My muscles were still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and my pussy was still sensitive from Jake’s cock. I could feel the wetness seeping through my panties, a reminder of what had just happened.
