The engine purred softly as John drove, his hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual. Shannon sat beside him, legs crossed, the tension between them palpable. The air was thick with unspoken words, the memory of what they’d just done lingering like a forbidden secret. She glanced at him, her heart racing, wondering if he felt it too—the undeniable pull, the intoxicating heat neither could resist.
John’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. He could feel her gaze on him, her presence making his skin prickle. The memory of her body against his, her warmth, her moans—it was all too much. He needed more. He needed her.
“John,” Shannon said, her voice soft yet raw. The way she said his name sent a shiver down his spine. His fingers twitched on the wheel, his knuckles white.
“Yeah?” he replied, his voice gruff, barely concealing the hunger beneath.
Shannon shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together as she fought the ache building inside her. She could still feel him, the way he’d filled her, unraveled her. It was all she could think about. She needed him again.
“Pull over,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
John’s breath caught. He didn’t need to ask why. He just knew. Nodding, he scanned the road, spotting an unmarked trail leading into a dense forest. Turning sharply, the car jolted as they left the pavement behind.
The headlights cut through the darkness, casting shadows on the trees. When they were far enough from the road, he killed the engine, plunging them into silence. Their breathing was heavy, uneven, filling the confined space.
Shannon turned to him, eyes dark with desire. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she climbed into his lap, hands gripping his shoulders as she straddled him. Her heart pounded, her body craving his touch. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, making her wet, her core throbbing with anticipation.
“Shannon…” John groaned, hands gripping her hips as she ground against him. Her name on his lips was a plea, a prayer.
“I need you,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I need you inside me. Now.”
John didn’t hesitate. He yanked at her shirt, stripping it away, leaving her in just her bra. Their lips crashed together in a desperate kiss, tongues tangling, hands roaming. His touch ignited her, setting fire to her skin.
Shannon reached between them, fumbling with his belt, her fingers trembling as she freed him. When she finally had him in her hand, she moaned, her thumb swiping over the tip, feeling the slickness there. Positioning herself above him, she locked eyes with him as she sank down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully inside her.
John’s head fell back, a guttural groan escaping as her tight wetness enveloped him. She was so hot, so perfect. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she moved, her rhythm both desperate and deliberate.
Shannon’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, nails digging into his shoulders. Every inch of him stretched her, filled her in the most delicious way. She rocked her hips, grinding against him, chasing that sweet, aching release.
“John,” she moaned, head thrown back, body trembling. “God, you feel so good.”
His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them before pulling down her bra, freeing them to his touch. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing until they were hard and aching. Leaning forward, he took one into his mouth, sucking, nibbling, making her writhe above him, her moans filling the car.
Shannon’s hips moved faster, urgency building. She could feel it, the tension coiling inside her, ready to snap. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground against him, her movements frantic.
“I’m so close,” she gasped. “John, I’m so close.”
John pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot on her skin. “Let go,” he growled, voice rough with need. “Come for me, Shannon.”
His words sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She cried out, nails digging into his skin as she came, her core clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.
John wasn’t far behind. The feel of her tightening around him, the way she trembled with pleasure—it was too much. He thrust into her, hips jerking as he spilled inside her, his release hot and intense. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer as they both shuddered, riding out the aftershocks.
For a moment, they remained entangled, bodies pressed together, breathing heavy. But even as their hearts slowed and the silence settled, the tension between them remained, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to ignite once more.
