Chapter 163: Car Sex

Arthur

The drive home should have taken thirty minutes. I made it in twenty, pushing the car faster than was probably safe because I could see Ceci squirming in the passenger seat, could hear the little sounds she was trying to suppress, could practically feel her discomfort and arousal radiating through the confined space.

"Arthur," she said for the third time since we'd gotten in the car, her voice small and pleading in a way that made my cock twitch. "Please, It's really uncomfortable and I'm—"

"No," I said, keeping my eyes on the road even as I reached over to rest my hand on her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her skirt. "We're almost home. You can wait."

"But it's wet," she whimpered, and fuck, hearing her admit that made something primal surge in my chest. "Arthur, I'm—I'm soaked through. It's going to stain the seat and—"

I pulled the car over so abruptly that the tires squealed against the pavement, the sound sharp and violent in the quiet of the residential street we were passing through.

Ceci let out a startled yelp, her hands flying to the dashboard to brace herself as I threw the car into park and killed the engine.

"Arthur, what—"

I was already moving, my hands finding her waist and lifting her effortlessly over the center console to straddle my lap in the driver's seat. Her skirt rode up around her hips, and I could feel the heat of her against my thighs, could see the flush on her cheeks and the way her pupils were blown wide with need.

"You want to take it off?" I asked, my voice coming out rough and dark. "Fine. But if you do, all that cum I worked so hard to keep inside you is going to leak out. And we can't have that, can we?"

She shook her head frantically, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders for balance. "No, but—but Arthur, I can't—"

"Can't what, baby?" I slid my hands up her thighs, feeling her tremble under my touch. "Can't handle a little discomfort? Can't wait until we get home like a good girl?"

"It's not—" Her voice broke on a whimper as I pressed my thumbs against the inside of her thighs, so close to where she needed me but not quite touching. "Arthur, please—"

"Tell me what you want," I demanded, my eyes locked on hers. "Use your words, Ceci. Tell me exactly what you need."

"I need—" She bit her lip, her face flushing even darker. "I need you to take it off. Please. It's too much, I can't—"

"And what about all that cum inside you?" I asked, letting my thumbs drift higher, teasing. "What do we do about that?"

Her eyes went wide as understanding dawned. "You want to—here? In the car?"

"I want to make sure nothing leaks out," I said, already working at my belt with one hand while the other kept her steady on my lap. "And the only way to do that is to plug you up with something else."

I watched as she processed what I was saying, watched the way her breath hitched and her thighs clenched around mine, watched the exact moment she made the decision to give in.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Okay, Arthur. Whatever you want."

"Good girl." I freed myself from my pants, already hard again despite having come less than two hours ago. "Now be a good girl and help me out of these pants properly. All the way off."

Her hands trembled as she reached for my zipper, fumbling with the button before finally managing to get it open. She tugged at my pants and boxers, pulling them down my thighs with shaking fingers until I was fully exposed.

"That's it," I encouraged, watching her face as she took in the sight of me. "Now reach down and take out that fabric. Slowly. I want to see if you kept everything inside like I told you to."

She made a small, desperate sound but obeyed, her hand disappearing under her skirt. I felt her shift on my lap, felt the moment she made contact, heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Pull it out," I commanded, my voice dropping even lower. "Show me."

Ceci's fingers trembled as she carefully took off the underwear, her face burning with embarrassment as she held it up between us. The underwear was completely drenched—with my cum, with her arousal, with the evidence of everything we'd done.

And there, visible on her inner thighs, were just a few drops of white that had escaped despite my efforts to keep everything contained.

"Not bad," I said, genuine satisfaction coloring my voice. "Most of it stayed inside. You did well, baby."

The praise made her shudder, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again to look at me with desperate need.

"Now," I said, my hands finding her hips and positioning her directly over me, "let's make sure nothing else leaks out."

She tried to lower herself slowly, tried to maintain some semblance of control, but the moment my tip pressed against her entrance she lost her balance and sank down completely, taking all of me in one swift motion that had both of us crying out.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips. "Ceci, baby, you're so—"

I couldn't finish the sentence because she was already coming, her whole body convulsing around me as an orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her nails dug into my shoulders through my shirt, her head falling back as she cried out my name.

"That's it," I breathed, fighting to maintain control as her inner walls clenched around me. "That's my good girl. Come for me."

When she finally came down, gasping and trembling, I gave her exactly three seconds to catch her breath before I started moving her, lifting and lowering her on my lap with steady, relentless rhythm.

"Arthur," she whimpered, her hands scrambling for purchase on my shoulders. "I can't—I don't have any strength left—"

"You don't need strength," I told her, doing all the work myself, using her body for my pleasure and hers. "You just need to sit here and take it like a good girl. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded frantically, her mouth falling open on silent moans as I increased the pace, as the car started to rock with the force of our movements, as the windows began to fog with our combined heat.

I felt her hand slide up the glass, leaving streaks in the condensation, creating patterns that would be visible to anyone who looked closely enough at the car.

The thought of someone seeing—someone knowing what we were doing in here—made my cock twitch inside her.

I grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm flat against the window and covering it with my own hand, pinning it there as I continued to move her on my lap.

My other hand found the front of her dress, yanking down the fabric and her bra until her breasts spilled free. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

"Arthur!" Her voice was loud now, all pretense of quiet abandoned. "Arthur, please, I need—I can't—"