Only At Night Chapter 7

It didn’t take long for Carina to break out of the aroused daze she’d been in at the prospect of having her wish granted. One wild grin and suddenly she was on top of me, pressing me down onto the seat cushions once more, though this time I was lying down lengthwise across them. She straddled my lap and reached down for my cock, pumping it between her hands in shock not only at its size, but how quickly it had regained its hardness.

“You really know how to flatter a girl, Ivan,” she said, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She pressed me against her mons, reassuring herself that I really was as hard and as big and as long as her eyes were telling her. “Oh yes—I think we’re definitely dating. Carina Lassie Lilly knows a good thing when she sees it.”

“Your middle name is Lassie?”

“Your middle name is Russian,” Carina retorted. “So shut up.”

I jostled my hips in a sort of hula-hoop motion, sending her reeling to the floor. She landed on her back. I immediately rolled off the seat and landed above her on all fours. Carina grinned up at me, seeming both aroused by the act and a little amused at the theatricality. But she opened her legs expectantly, her short dress riding up her thighs as she did it. I reached down to grasp a handful of the leather and jerked it over her groin, all the way up to her belly, leaving her bare from the waist down again. She bit her lip.

“Yes,” she said, “yes, put it in—do it all over again…”

I let go of her dress and moved my hand down her body without touching her, just letting it hover over her belly and her groin and her cunt itself. I could feel the warmth coming off her sex, almost sense the vibration of her firming clit like I was holding my hand above a blaring stereo. Carina was looking me in the eyes, holding back a kind of desperation. 

I wondered how long it would take her to thrust her hips up and bring herself against my hand. But I couldn’t wait any either. I slid my hand down, underneath her ass, giving one ripe buttock a squeeze and seeing her lips purse joyfully. Enjoying my touch or simply liking the pleasure I took in her body? Questions multiplied, swirling around with my lust. I could never figure out, but I wanted to—wanted to learn what every flickering expression meant, read every message her eyes sent out. 

I lifted her up to me, aiming my cockhead against the lips of her sex—marshy already with my seed from last time. It felt oily, sleazy in a way, but it wasn’t without appeal. I was taking her all over again, unable to forget that she was already mine. Oh yes—I think we’re definitely dating.

I pulled up with my hand tightly clawed in the roundness of her ass, bringing her to my cock an inch at a time. I didn’t shove down into her, not yet. It could be that I had ‘broken her in,’ so to speak, the first time, or it could be that we had a ways to go. From the zealous look in her eyes, I could tell she wanted to take all of me, she wanted to be a glove fitting over my cock. 

“Come on… come on…” she told me breathlessly. 

I kept going in and in and in, and the more I went, the happier she looked. Nevertheless, she winced a little. I slowed down. She bared her teeth, needing more. Her eyes were closed gently, like she was softly asleep, only her shifting mouth giving away that she wasn’t Sleeping Beauty. I dropped my hips down a little and then I was all the way in her, right to the base of my cock, feeling the cooling cum I had pushed out of her as it slopped between her legs and down my balls.

I brought myself out of her, only then realizing how awash I was in the semen I’d already spilled. I couldn’t tell which got to me more, the way her eyes popped open, looking at me needfully, or how much I missed the tightness inside her. I rammed back into her and her hands flew up, slapping against the sidedoor. 

“Oh. Holy fuck,” she said. “Take it easy, dude… nice and easy… you already fucking fucked me…”

I made a couple of slow strokes inside her. When I hilted her, I could feel her clit buzzing against my pelvis bone. She shuddered when that happened. I went into her faster, harsher, and she moaned as I sped up—“God, fuck me, fuck me.” She was begging now. Absolutely needing it. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck and lift her up to me, her lips open, searching for my mouth.

She kissed me, she kissed my neck, she kissed my shoulders. I held her against me, one hand on the small of her back, just keeping the pulse, the rhythm of the fuck going. I heard her breathing louder and louder, sucking in air between kisses. Carina took a deep breath and kissed me again, her tongue going against my own. When she pulled away, she caught my lower lip with her teeth, our eyes met, and I could see her come, see the gratitude in her eyes before they rolled back in her head. 

I heard myself groaning, my heart racing and a shake going through my extremities. It wasn’t strenuous work, but Carina set a hell of a pace, and I didn’t want to disappoint her, didn’t want to give her one little bit less than the best feeling I could. I ground my hips inside of hers, feeling her clit rising hard and vibrant against my groin. Her teeth dug into my lips, then she kissed me again, then she drew away to moan. “Oh, dear God!”

She felt hotter than hell, like I was lowering myself into a scalding hot bath every time I drove into her. Her cunt was wide open, as soft as honey; her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Her hands ran all over me, up and down my back, under my clothes, touching and rubbing all that she could.

We were kissing again. Had we stopped? I was moaning into her mouth and she was moaning into mine. I was going hard now, too hard, touching bottom as I railed into her cunt, but I needed as much as I could get. Needed her cunt around my member, needed her warmth to come into—needed the jubilant cries she made as I fucked her. 

My thrusts were pedaling her across the floor, starting to knock her into the sidedoor over her head… she took her hands off me, reaching up to brace them against the wall, holding herself in place as I jammed myself inside her. She made little cries of delight as I went deeper than ever. Her lips sloshed against mine when she tried to kiss me. The hardest part was keeping to the steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. Her breasts were shaking like jelly underneath me, wobbling with every thrust I gave her and every answering rush that went through her body. 

She breathed out against my mouth and I drew it straight in my lungs, tasting its warmth like some animalistic bonding. Her breath came faster, rushing against my throat as I rocked against her—she was squeezing me with the folds of her cunt, demanding the final act of lovemaking, the proof and conclusion of our fuck. 

Her legs wrapped around my hips, she bit my cheek. Carina was a beast, an animal, and she was fighting me for my orgasm. She thrust her body up to mine, going faster and faster. I stepped up the pace myself. Her body was soaked in sweat and so was mine, my clothes clinging to me like they’d been doused in saltwater. 

Her mouth was wide open and from the pressure on my ears she was saying something, but I couldn’t hear at all now through the blood pounding in my head. I was going to come soon, very soon—now!

I’d never come like that before: it leapt out of me, charging into Carina, and I felt her shake as it slammed into her, blow after blow. A tremor went through her on each hit. I barely noticed. The cum was taking everything out of me, I felt like I was running a one-minute mile, just letting the semen gush from my cock. Carina’s hands were still braced on the sidedoor, but I noticed vaguely that her fingers had clawed at the upholstered interior animalistically, ripping right through to the metal body. That too was scraped, like she had adamantine fingernails. 

It felt like I was traveling miles, but I reached up to her arms and grabbed them by the wrists and tried to draw them down, keep her from hurting herself. Carina was like a woman possessed. She easily ripped her hands out of my grasp, grabbed me by the throat, and kissed me. A jolt went through my whole body. I felt like I had come a second time, though I knew in the back of my mind that I had just launched the dregs of my seed. Her body quaked in answer and she slumped down, hands coming off of me for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and she laid under me in glorious repose. I couldn’t help but take some masculine pride in how well-satisfied she looked: mouth fallen open, eyes blankly staring, nostrils flaring as if she were still struggling to cope with all she had felt.

It took long moments for me to catch my own breath. If nothing else, sex with Carina was a hell of a workout. I felt pleasantly depleted, like I’d run a marathon. Curling up to sleep, even on the floor of Carina’s dingy van, seemed as paradisiacal as a cool glass of lemonade on the surface of the sun.

But I noticed Carina wasn’t recovering. It was like I was attuned to her. Cracking my neck, I looked her over. Mouth still open, eyes now closed, nostrils moving with a gentle flow. I moved to check her pulse and she batted my hand away like I was a fly. It stung surprisingly hard.

“M’sleeping,” she said.

I suddenly felt obliged to point out that we weren’t in bed. We weren’t even in a hotel room. We were in a van in the middle of a parking garage, it was almost morning, and this all probably constituted disturbing the peace. 

“Carina, c’mon,” I said instead, giving her a shake. “We need to go. This isn’t the place for a siesta.”

“Fi’e mor’ minutes,” she drawled heavily. Then she started to snore.

I heaved a sigh. This… might’ve been my fault. Carina had just worked an eight-hour shift; I had just woken up. I glanced around, trying to come up with a plan—and saw that the dashboard didn’t contain a radio dial and cigarette lighter like you might expect from the A-Team van, but a start button and a GPS display. 

I padded up to the front seats, reaching between them to hit Start. The van rumbled to life; the display flashed a logo for a moment before displaying options in LED. I couldn’t believe it. Someone had given this van this paintjob in, what, 2016? 

The display was on the radio tab. I switched it to GPS and got a map and a menu of options. ‘Go home’ was right there on top. I pressed it, the GPS conferred with some satellites, and a route came up.

It seemed to me we were in business. I zipped myself up, then picked Carina up and laid her down on the backseat, pulling her dress down over her shame. Then I simply slid into the front seat, buckled up, and took it out of park. The display even showed me a rear-view camera in case I couldn’t look over my shoulder.

So long as Carina was my girlfriend, I’d be offering door-to-door service.