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“Because it’s not six months or a year into the future, Joe! The timing is off for me. And I’ve said no, several times already. And I don’t want to keep getting my boundaries trampled. I am done with having to go back on what I said I needed because someone else wants something from me. I am done with that. Done. Do you understand?”

“Okay.” I step back, trying hard to push down the urge to take all this very, very personally. “Look, I told you how I felt. You know where I live. If you change your mind, please come over. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her words are conciliatory, but her face is scrunched up. She looks pretty irritated.

“Do you want my number? Just in case.”

She’s silent. Still looks pissed.

“Can I punch it into your device? I promise I’m not gonna text myself from it. Just so you have it if you want it.”

Liz still looks hesitant and more than a little wary, but she’s also relaxed a bit from how wound up she was back in my apartment, so finally she says, “I guess that’s fine.” She pulls out her phone and makes a new contact.

She watches me as I enter my phone number and give it right back.

“This way, if you want to call, you can. You know where I live. It’s all in your hands. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says.

“One last thing before you leave.”

“What?” There’s a note of impatience in her voice.

“This.” I push her back against her car. Then I grab the back of her head and her ass, press myself against her, and slam my lips onto hers. She moans as her body instantly responds. Her arms close around my waist as her mouth opens, her whole body reaching for me, trying to get closer. We are all teeth and tongue and swollen lips, devouring each other’s faces, yet perfectly in sync, like we’ve been kissing each other for years. Like we’ve been made for each other.

It’s dark outside and it’s a work night, so I’m not particularly worried that anyone will see us, but I honestly don’t care even if they do. My hand is under her sweatshirt and moving up to squeeze her breast, and both her hands are down my pants, grabbing my ass. She’s moaning softly, and when my other hand moves into her pants, she is wet, very wet, or maybe it’s my semen dripping, which only makes me more feral.

“No one can see us here,” I whisper. “Do you want it?”

She looks dazed. “What?”

I turn her around and press her up against her car, my crotch on her ass.

“Do you want me to fuck you quick and dirty right here, against your little blue car? I could just push these pants down off your ass, just a little bit, enough to get my cock inside you, where you’re hot and dripping, and I could fuck you and rub your clit and let you scream against my hand—”

I have her between me and the car, and she’s trembling. Shit. I hope I haven’t terrified her.

“Baby, I promise I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. But it seems that maybe what I offered is exactly what you want.”

I rub between her legs. She moans.

“Tell me if you want me to fuck you here, out in the open.”

A shiver goes through her body and she whispers. “Y–yes. Yes, I do. Fuck me, please. Hard and fast. Please.”

I pull down her pants and take my dick out, and within a second I am back inside her, her legs kept tight by the elastic of her pants, me barely inside her because of the position, but she feels wet and tight, one of my hands gripping her hip, the other propping me against the car, while she hooks one arm around mine and uses the other to push against the car, too.

I thrust in short, fast pumps, the pressure in my groin rising. “You are so damn hot. You’re made to be fucked,” I mutter.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Me.” Her voice is thick, choppy. A little desperate.

I move my hand from her hip and to her front, into her panties, between her legs. I slide my fingers along her pussy, and rub, with lots of pressure, in the same rhythm as I am pumping my hips,

“Tell me you’re close,” I whisper into her ear.

“I’m so fucking close,” she replies. “This is ... insane.” She pauses. “Grab my tits. Hold on to me, grab my tits. I will keep us steady against the car.”

I grunt in agreement. I move my hands to twist her nipples underneath the shirt, while my hips piston against her. One of her hands is in her pants, rubbing her clit, and uses the other forearm to props us both.