The rain hammered down on Fernando's car, turning the parking lot into a shimmering mess of reflections and blurred lights. The kind of downpour that made you want to stay right where you were—especially when the warmth of Isis's body pressed against mine felt like the only thing keeping me sane.
Her tits were pressed against my chest, the thin fabric of her tank top doing little to hide how hard her nipples were. She shivered against me, her breath warm on my neck. "Fuck, it's freezing out here," she muttered, her fingers curling into my shirt like she was trying to pull me even closer.
I laughed, rubbing my hands up and down her back, feeling the way her skin prickled under my touch. "Told you we should’ve gone to my place. But you were the one who said we needed fresh air."
She pulled back just enough to glare at me, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light from the dashboard. "Fresh air? More like fresh hell. You trying to get me sick?"
I grinned, letting my hands drift lower until they cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "Nah, I was thinking more like fresh fun."
Isis rolled her eyes, but the way her hips rolled against me told me she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended. The music from the radio filled the silence between us, some low, sultry R&B track that made the air even thicker with tension.
Then I did it—I let my fingers trail under the hem of her tank top, brushing against the smooth skin of her stomach. She froze for half a second before her breath hitched, her body leaning into my touch instead of pulling away. "Fernando," she warned, but her voice was all breath, no bite.
I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear. "You’ve been teasing me for months."
She turned her head just enough to catch my mouth with hers, her tongue slipping between my lips before I could even react. The kiss was hungry, desperate, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. I groaned into her mouth, my cock straining against my jeans as she ground against me, her pussy rubbing right over the bulge.
"Fuck," I growled, breaking the kiss just long enough to yank her tank top over her head. Her tits spilled free, her perky B cups bouncing slightly as she caught her breath. I didn’t hesitate—I dipped my head and took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard peak while my hands kneaded the other.
Isis arched into me with a moan, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Oh my god," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "We shouldn’t—"
"Shut up and let me fuck you," I growled, pulling back just enough to unbutton her shorts and shove them down her hips. Her thong was already soaked, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. I groaned, my mouth watering at the sight. "Look at you, all wet for me."
She bit her lip, her eyes dark with lust as she reached for my belt, her fingers fumbling in her haste to free my cock. When she finally wrapped her hand around me, her touch was electric. "Jesus, Fernando," she breathed, stroking me slow and firm. "You’re huge."
I hissed, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Show me how bad you want this."
She didn’t need to be told twice. She scooted down in the seat, her tits jiggling as she leaned over, her warm mouth closing around the tip of my cock. I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the shaft before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.
"Fuck, just like that," I grunted, my hips bucking up to meet her. She gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, her hand working the base of my cock in time with her mouth. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and when she pulled back just enough to look up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, I knew I wasn’t gonna last long.
I yanked her up by her hair, crashing my mouth against hers again as I shoved her thong to the side. My fingers found her soaked pussy, sliding through her folds with ease. She was dripping, her clit swollen and sensitive. I circled it with my thumb, making her whimper into my mouth.
"Please, Fernando," she begged, her voice raw with need. "I need you inside me."
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my pants down just enough to free my cock, then grabbed her hips and lifted her onto my lap. She straddled me, her pussy hovering right over the tip of my dick, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Look at me while you take it," I ordered, my voice rough with lust.
She bit her lip but did as I said, her dark eyes locked on mine as she slowly sank down onto my cock. We both groaned as she took me inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around me until I was buried to the hilt. She was so fucking wet, so tight, I nearly came right then.
Isis threw her head back with a cry, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop—"
I didn’t plan on it. I grabbed her ass, helping her ride me as I thrust up into her, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the car. The windows were fogged up, the rain still pouring down outside, but inside? It was nothing but heat and need.
And just like that, she leaned forward, her tits bouncing in my face as she kissed me again, her tongue fucking my mouth just like my cock was fucking her pussy.