"Good Lord," I groaned helplessly, making a sound somewhere between laughter and a sob. My hands gripped at him savagely. Later, I might worry about bruises, but in the moment, neither of us cared. Silk pulling tight along the back of my neck, his belt biting into my skin, legs cramped and everything just on the right side of pain, and he arched just right, crying out in the confines of the car, and that was enough.

It was more than enough.

I came with a shout, the sound of it impossibly loud in the quiet of this little uninhabited corner of the city, my hand closing clumsily around his cock. None of what happened had much finesse, but it got the job done.