This is a part 2 to Birthday Sex.
"If you were my present, it's only right that I'm yours, right?"
Before I get ahead of myself... I had no plans of doing shit this Saturday. I was in my bed with Netflix. Comfortable, in nothing but my ex's t-shirt. Chillen. My best friend texts me talking about get dressed, she'll be here in 20 minutes. I ask her where we're going; she says Bourbon. I swear if I never see that street again, I begin to type. Before I press send, she calls.
"Bourbon? Please, no." I say. No hello's necessary.
"You remember that guy you had sex with on your birthday?" Uhhhhh... "Well it's his birthday, and he's looking for you." I flashback to the sex. I get excited, shit was amazing. But , then I notice my boyfriends growing pile of clothes in the corner...
"And what does any of this have to do with me?" Not that I don't already know....
"Look, you know what it is. Don't shoot the messenger. I'm outside."
"Well come on in cuz I'm don't have on pants... yet"
As I take my time and get dressed, Sharon sits on my bed watching me. She tells me what the deal is and of course I'm game. My only thoughts are it can't happen here, not like last time. Sharon then suggests crossing something off my sexual bucket list. Car sex. I raise one eyebrow, find a lowcut dress, boots, and my wristlet with two condoms in it, and walk right out the door without her.
The same two groups of friends met up again off Bourbon. I leaned against Sharon's car with a lit clove dangling from my lips. I'm not the one to indulge in small talk. It's fake and weird to me; let's just do what we came here to do. I get off my friend's car and being walking down the street, right by Marcus. I turn around to make sure he's following, and when I notice he isn't I just stare until he gets the memo.
"Where are you taking me?" he asks.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I say with one eyebrow raised. He seems to understand the language of the eyebrows because he grabs my hand and leads me right back where we came from.
"Keys." he all but yells at his friend who reluctantly hand them over. "Now take a walk yall... " he says as he opens the car door. I slide into the backseat, and he right behind me. Rewind.
"If you were my present, it's only right that I'm yours, right?" I say with a coy smile. "Happy birthday Marcus." I waste no time removing my bra and underwear before straddling his lap. Our lips meet for the first time in months but the old fire and urgency finds it's way back. The straps of my dress fall off my shoulders and down my arms. I remove my hands from the traps and let the dress naturally fall to my waist. We both pause and exhale before he begins thumbing my nipples, taking each breast into his mouth, warming them with his tongue.
My hands work busily undoing his belt, undoing his jeans, digging through shorts and boxers to find him. I take my time stroking him with my hands before sliding down to the floor and sliding him in my mouth. I take my time taking more and more of him in to my mouth. I try to relax my throat and take him all the way in, swallowing as I force him further in to my mouth. He grabs the back of my neck as I bob on his dick; I choke, taking him all the way out my mouth. I laughed as I slid back onto his lap.
As Marcus begin rubbing on my booty and trying to kiss me again, I searched the backseat frantically for my wristlet. Finally finding it on the floor, under the driver seat. I got off his lap and bent over to retrieve it, but Marcus didn't know that. He took that as the perfect opportunity to get behind me and slide into me. I hissed as he entered me and my eyes rolled around the back of head. He stroked me slowly and I made sure my hips matched every thrust. Wristlet in hand, I grabbed on to the car door to steady myself with his quickening pace. Looking down at my burning thighs, contemplating tapping out, I notice the wristlet dangling from my wrist and remember it's purpose. I try to run away, but he's holding my waist in a vice grip. Between moans, I manage to get the word condom out my mouth. Abruptly, he stops.
I sit facing him, with my back up against the door. He mouths the word shit, and looks up at me slightly disappointed. I chuckle as I pull the condoms out. He slides into one and eases my legs over my head. My feet pressed up against the fogged up windows. He reenters me and leans down to kiss me. My head keeps banging up against the door, so we switch positions. He sits on the seat, I squat above him and begin bouncing. After doing that a while, we fear we may blow out a tire or fuck up the alignment or whatever. So we end like we started. Him behind me, my head under the driver seat, weight equally balanced across the backseat.
After trying our best to make ourselves look presentable, we ease out the backseat on a quest to find our friends. I only have one thing to tell Sharon when I make it back to her: "Can I stay at your house tonite? I left my key at home... "
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