30
Foggy Windows
S aint and I picked up the pizza a few minutes ago. The pizza shop was packed as we stalked to the counter and back to the vehicle in barely five minutes, our order in tow.
Of course, that pizza is now in the back with the groceries.
And now, as Saint drives, one arm on the wheel and the other on my thigh, I think we should maybe pull over somewhere. Take a few extra minutes getting home.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over and quickly unbuckle his belt and jeans.
Saint chuckles and asks, "What are you doing, Tiny?"
"Having fun," I hum, tugging his pants down as much as I'm able to.
"I like fun," He mumbles, shifting his hips and pulling his boxers down, cock springing free.
"I knew you would," I reply, closing my mouth over the thick, hot tip. Sucking hard and bobbing my head while I wiggle my hips free of my leggings, I listen to Saint's heavy breathing. And then, the vehicle slows and jostles as we pull off the road. It feels almost like we're on a dirt road, and then the meager sun disappears.
Saint puts the Jeep in park, then lays the seat back, tugging me onto his lap. "Come here, Tiny, give me that pretty pussy."
"Say please," I hum, spitting on my fingertips before reaching between us, spreading the wetness around on the head of his cock.
" Please give me that pretty pussy?" Saint croons, running his hands up and down my highs, gripping my hips.
"Good boy," I hum, lining us up, and then sinking down him, taking the full length in one go. Then, I start moving, craving that friction, the heat of him inside me.
"Fuck," Saint groans, hips moving in time with mine, his hands helping me ride— and I'm extra thankful for the extra room the Jeep provides, particularly in comparison to the Stingray. It would be impossible to do this in my little sports car.
Again and Again my hips rise and fall, and my tongue dances with Saints. His hands slip under my layers, running up my spine and over my breasts.
"You feel so good," I moan, reaching between us again to slowly rub my clit. I want more. "I want to cum for you," I whisper between kisses, feeling that tidal wave of oblivion rising and rising.
"I fucking love that mouth of yours Artemis- fuck! Do it for me and I'll give you what you want," Saint groans against my lips with one hand tangled in my hair. And then his hips start moving faster, pushing his cock up into me with increasing roughness, his other hand on my hip, keeping me just where he needs me. I rub my clit faster and faster with every stroke until my lungs seize.
Orgasm blows through me, making me gasp for air.
"Yes, that's it, that's it!" Saint gasps, and then pounds himself into me, coming to a halt fully seated inside me.
I can barely hear anything over our heaving breaths, my pulse in my ear, but looking down at Saint's flushed face, hoodie pulled up to his chest with puffy lips I can help but giggle.
"What?" Saint asks with a devilish grin on his face.
"You look very happy."
"I am in a fucking bodacious mood, Tiny. All thanks to you," Saint hums, pulling me in for a kiss. He shifts his hips again, driving himself deeper, making me moan into his mouth. "Yeah, that's yours. You can have more later." Saint chuckles.
"Talk about my mouth," I mutter as I scramble off of his lap and back into my seat. It takes me a minute to untangle my leggings and stuff my legs back in them.
"Don't deny it babe, we're both brats and you know it." Saint winks, pulling his pants up, then puts the vehicle in reverse, pulling us out of the beginning of a trail head, and back on the road to home.
To our Alpha.
I laugh, loudly , but I do have to agree. We are both brats. Jay's brats.