Chapter 125 Vignette 108
The city lights blurred past the window as I sank deeper into the passenger seat, the hum of the engine steady beneath me. I hadn’t planned on getting a ride from him tonight, but the thought of walking home alone in the dark felt worse than climbing into a stranger’s car.
He didn’t say much at first..just one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily by the gearshift, eyes fixed on the road. But every now and then, I caught him glancing at me, like he was sizing me up, weighing something he wasn’t ready to put into words.
The silence should’ve felt awkward. Instead, it felt charged, like the air just before a thunderstorm.
Then, without warning, he eased the car to the side of the road. My pulse skipped as the tires crunched against the gravel shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant.
He exhaled slowly, turning his head toward me. His eyes caught mine in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, steady, unhurried.
“Just… needed a moment to cool off.”
The way he said it made my skin prickle, because I wasn’t sure if he meant the car…or himself.
His words lingered in the quiet, and for a moment, all I could hear was the faint tick of the cooling engine. The air inside the car felt heavier, closer.
I shifted in my seat, meaning only to look away, but the movement drew his gaze like a magnet. His eyes dropped, then lifted back to mine, sharp enough to make my breath stumble.
“You’re nervous,” he said softly, almost like he was amused.
I should’ve denied it. Instead, my hand tightened on the seatbelt. “You pulled over. Of course I’m nervous.”
His mouth curved, slow and deliberate, not quite a smile. He leaned in a fraction, his arm resting on the back of my seat now, close enough that the space between us collapsed into something charged.
“I didn’t stop because of the car,” he murmured.
My chest rose too quickly, betraying me, and the weight of his nearness made the night outside disappear. For the first time, I realized I wasn’t scared. I was just caught, suspended in the kind of heat that made escape the last thing on my mind.
His words clung to the air, daring me to breathe. Before I could think of an answer, his hand moved…slow, certain…brushing against mine where it clutched the seatbelt.
The touch was brief, almost casual, but it sent a ripple straight through me.
“You feel that too,” he said, voice low, not asking but stating.
The way he held my gaze after made it clear…he wasn’t talking about nerves anymore.
It was about something else.
“what do you mean?" I whispered.
He leaned in.
And it felt like a spell. I leaned in too.
Our breaths hit each other.
Then our nose brushed.
The tiny gasps from our lips collided.
And I suddenly felt dizzy.
Too dizzy to pull back. Too dizzy to stop halfway.
Too dizzy that I couldn't tell him to stop, or even resist the scent of his cologne.
And then..our lips touched.
It brushed lightly.
His lower lips slipped between mine and the upper one closed up on my upper lips.
My eyes shut close as his lips flushed into mine. I kissed him back.
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The kiss deepened, our lips tightened up against each other.
And then he grabbed my neck and adjusted on his seat. He shifted closer.
I did too.
I leaned in on him, holding his chin like I was scared he would pull away.
My lips curled
My feet lifted and before I realized, I was already crossing over to his seat.
I straddled him and sat on his lap.
And I moaned when I sat directly on his hard cock prints.
And just as if it had life, It shifted under my weight.
I grabbed his head again and plastered my lips to his own.
He held my waist tight, hands moving down to my ass.
And then we paused for air, panting and breathing on each other.
He held his belt…
“Can I take it out?" He was talking about his cock.
How could I refuse?
Of course I nodded.
And he just began loosening his belt when a sharp ray of light pierced the darkness in the car.
Security.
It was an elderly man dressed in uniform.
He knocked on the glass.
“it's not safe to pack here, you both should lodge in a hotel room nearby," he said,
"Hotel?” I repeated.
“That sounds like the perfect idea," he said.
I giggled and kissed him one last time before returning to the passengers' seat.
I already knew that that night would be fun and my pussy would definitely get pounded.