Only At Night Chapter 6

Suddenly I needed more of Carina, all of her. The taste of her lips whetted an appetite I hadn’t known had been starving and I pulled at her, wrinkling her dress until she was in my lap, her slim, girlish body weighing down my own with an edge of pain that made me groan even as I kissed her back. She embraced me tighter, arms winding around my back, legs tightening around my waist, her hard little nipples almost buzzing against my chest. I reached down to where her legs gripped me and felt her smooth, slender thighs, then rolled my hands up their nakedness until I got to the cool leather hem of her dress. 

She didn’t object, just kept kissing me, her tongue a flame warming my own. My hands kept going, coming to the roundness of her taut little ass, squeezing her shapely cheeks through the leather. Carina moaned and reached behind herself with one hand, getting a grip on her dress and drawing it upward to bare her ass. Now all I could feel was her warm, naked flesh. I squeezed and Carina laughed, peppering small kisses on my burning lips in-between giggles. My fingers had sunk into her ass and I never wanted to let go.

“Checking if I’m ripe?” she teased hotly, before running her tongue lasciviously around her lips and giving me a wink.

In the face of all that sex appeal, I could barely manage consonants: “You’re ripe…” I said dazedly. 

“Then pluck me!” she said, and gave a last little giggle before kissing me some more. I felt an urgent need to do something, to satisfy her like she’d asked, even if it had been in jest. I could almost feel the heat of her arousal radiating from between her legs and so I probed for it, reaching between her buttocks from behind her body. I found the lips of her pussy, the slippery wetness immediately coating my fingers, and Carina gurgled on the moan she’d been giving as we kissed.

“Ivan,” she muttered, her head falling back, baring her throat to my kisses. I gave her a hickey as I rolled my fingertips over the folds of her cunt, and she only cooed and sighed. Her moaning got louder the deeper my fingers went, becoming explosive exhalations as I felt the tightness of her clenching sex around my two fingers.

“That… feels good…” Carina murmured, her ass squirming across my lap, her pussy quaking around my voyaging fingers. She was inadvertently, or not so inadvertently, grinding herself against my crotch, and I found the already insistent arousal that I felt now becoming a maddeningly hard erection. I tried to ignore it, fight it—I’d never been this hard without coming before.

“Oh!” Carina gasped, and looked down to see my pants tented against her inner thigh. “Bet that feels good too…”

She was straddling my lap, her already short dress now up around her waist and leaving no doubt she’d gone commando. Now, scrunching backward to make room with a delicious look of self-aware anticipation on her face—like she knew just how goonish she might be coming off in all her lust—Carina reached down between us. My belt opened up. My fly went down. Her small hands reached into my underwear and hauled out my erection. I watched Carina’s face as she was struck dumb by the heft of it. Call me chauvinistic, but it was gratifying as hell. She looked downright awestruck, and then she bit her lip, her look sizzling into one of lust.

“An absolute unit,” she said approvingly before her eyes flicked up to meet mine. I could see a little uncertainty underneath her brave face. “Is that gonna fit? You could knot me with that thing…”

I was too damn horny to stop now. I felt a low growl deep in my throat and words from out of nowhere—“I’ll make it fit…”

Carina giggled, sounding amused and apprehensively turned on. Her features resolved into a dazzling smile; I could tell she was game just by that look on her face. “Yeah, baby, stretch me out… fuck me open nice and wide…”

She didn’t need me to tell her anything—she planted her hands on my chest and pushed herself up, rearing back to open herself up to me. I wrapped my hands around her hips—they felt small and birdlike in my big hands and even with her helping me, it felt very easy to slide her down until her entrance was at the tip of my length. 

She took a deep breath to brace herself and I smiled, a little gratified, a little worried myself about causing her pain. I resolved to be extremely careful, no matter what I said and no matter how much my body demanded to feel her sex clamped around my manhood. My God, I could see how wet she was, dewy pinkness glistening all along her labia like there had just been a fresh rain…

I lowered my hands, pressing her downward. Her hands tensed on my chest. Her fingers steepled—she was biting her lip as her outer labia parted. I felt her melting warmth surround the head of my cock, engulf it, make it hers, and her pink lips squirmed against each other, a sharp intake of breath hissing through them. Her pussy was clenching so hard on me that it felt like she was massaging my knob. My glans tingled between the liquid tightness of her opening. I was inside her, but only just.

“Don’t fuck me too wide,” she said nervously. I tried to give her a reassuring smile. “Oh, God, Ivan…” She sounded overcome, near tears.

I squeezed my hands on her slender waist, holding her in place as I raised my hips slightly. Her womanhood was tight, almost too tight, but managed to let me in, flowing around the hardness of my prick. I could barely manage to look away from the sight of her wetness sliding around the bristling length of my cock. When I did, I saw that her jaw had dropped, her nostrils flaring as my hard, throbbing shaft entered her. 

“Ivan… Ivan…” Her hands fisted in the fabric of my shirt. She pulled herself closer to me. I heard her moan: “Ooooo…” It wasn’t in pain.

Inch by inch she took me in, the lips of her sex seeming to pull at me, demanding me, until finally I was completely inside her. I could feel the hardness of her pelvic bone against my groin. Carina laid her head down on my shoulder as I held her hips in place, her struggling with the sensation of being filled up, me trying not to come as I felt her rippling cunt all along my thick shaft.

“No, no,” she muttered, her cunt tightening all around me. “Don’t move, just like that—oh fuck—let me get used to it…”

“I’m not moving,” I assured her. I put my arms around Carina, running my fingers through her hair, pressing kisses into her scalp until she started to relax. My hands ran down her back, the leather dress bunched and out of proportion now, folded up around her waist. I stroked the sinuously round contours of her shapely ass, not sure if I was arousing her or comforting her or both. 

“Okay. Okay, okay, okay,” she said gently, almost to herself. “Ivan… I need more.”

I urged her up, my hands tight around her waist, thumbs across her belly and fingers along the dimples of her back. She whimpered as she gave me up; I could only imagine how empty her cunt felt as it clamped down on the nothing left behind by my cock. But then I lowered her back down, just a little, sliding back into her tight wetness. She moaned in relief, making it sound like the most wonderful feeling in the world to be impaled on me. Maybe, but having her cunt flood over me had to be a close second.

I lifted her a little higher, a little faster, but still gingerly. Carina’s small pussy was gripping my cock so tightly as I moved her up and then down again that I felt almost as if I was masturbating with her, and Carina slowly rolled her hips as she was lifted and lowered, moaning with the same autoerotic enjoyment, like she was riding a Sybian or something, just letting it have its way with her. My cock had never felt so big and so hard as it did now with the knowledge that Carina was totally enjoying gratifying herself with it. I knew I couldn’t hold back my climax for long.

I pushed her down hard on my erection and our hips jammed together, Carina humming in a stoic’s rictus grin. I could feel my skin, alive and in a riot of feeling, covered in fabric. Carina too was still almost fully clothed—she still had her shoes on, even. I lifted her up again and her lips formed a small O as the sensation changed.

“Oh, wow… this feels nice…” she said mildly, sounding a little stunned as we kept her sliding up and down my member. I squeezed her slim hips as she went back down, her tender body shuddering as I went deeper and deeper.

“Fuck!” Carina barked suddenly, her small hands ripping open my Oxford shirt, buttons flying around the empty confines of the van like shrapnel from an explosion. She moved faster now, fucking herself on my prick, and I held my meaty hands on her tiny waist to keep her from hurting herself as she insisted on going faster and faster. I could feel her juices running down my erect cock, wetting the pants I still wore, seemingly pumped out as she gulped my cock faster and faster.

Her expression was the oddest mixture of lustful need and innocent enjoyment, as if she were doing something as girlish as playing a winning hand in gin rummy. She fervently pulled herself almost all the way off of my prick—I had to exert myself to keep her from jerking off of me entirely—then she went all the way back down, and the muscles of my arms stood out as I kept her from hilting herself to the base of my cock in one violent motion. She crooned with denied need as I let her take all of me, but slower, without causing herself pain.

“Don’t stop me, Ivan,” she gritted out, her voice husky now, desperate. “I need it… need it as bad as you do…”

“You’ll hurt yourself,” I told her.

She growled, actually growled, low in her throat like an animal. Reached down and took hold of my wrists with a viselike grip. Then she pried them off her waist and forced them up over my head, back against the rear window behind me, the glass shockingly cold when I was used to the feverish warmth of her bare body. And she had a predatory grin locked on her face the whole time, as scary as it was arousing. She pitched herself down on me, taking my cock in one gulp, then brought herself up to my glans with only her hips, the trembling muscles of her thighs.

“God, it’s nice fucking you…” She trailed off, still talking, but mostly to herself. “Makes my cunt feel good… so fucking good…” The van was awash with scents: pungent sex, her perfume curdling with her sweaty body, and an ever-present aroma of pure uncut her that I could smell in her hair as she leaned over me, still pinning my arms back as she fucked me. It did nothing to diminish my arousal; seeing the sheer lust she had for me might’ve heightened it. I was floating in sexual euphoria, only thinking to keep myself from coming so she could fuck herself on me more and more.

Carina was still incredibly tight, so tight it seemed like a miracle she was moving so easily over me, her little ass going harder up and down, flying up off me and then ramming herself back down on my cock. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of sheer focus, the animal single-mindedness of a dog gnawing on a bone or fighting over a rope. She barely seemed like the funny, friendly girl I had known before, which just went to show that you never knew what a woman was like behind closed doors. 

I could hear glass cracking. Her hands were pushing so hard against the rear window that it was beginning to give. I pushed back against her grip, trying to relieve the pressure before I helped trash her ride, and her eyes snapped open. She looked at me with pure hunger, licking her chops as she looked me up and down before yanking my hands to her breasts, holding them there. I wasn’t so taken aback that I didn’t squeeze them through the dress. Her little acorn nipples were strongly erect, standing out straight from the mounds of her breasts, and very sensitive as they rubbed against my palms—I heard her breathing rapidly, the air hissing through her teeth as she ground herself down on my cock and felt my hands grinding into her tits just as hard.

If Carina didn’t go off soon, I was going to have to start without her. She was just too tight, too warm, too soft—the perfect place for me to spurt and I couldn’t hold back for another minute. I was only human.

“I’m gonna come,” I said, my voice catching in my throat as I watched her bob up and down on me, thrusting her chest into my hands like a woman possessed.

“Gonna shoot inside me?” she asked, sounding amused. She groaned, maybe at the thought, maybe at plunging herself down on me once more. Her slender young body was bouncing higher and higher on my throbbing length. “Gonna give me your cum… come inside me… that sounds good… oh God… oh yeah… feels good too… happening… oh God… feels so nice!!”

She rode my twitching cock like a bucking bronco, taking her hands off my bruised wrists to press her palms flat against the ceiling. Bracketed that way, she would thrust herself off of me with her legs and then slam herself back down with her flexing arms, hitting me like a jackhammer, taking me into her belly like she was jerking me off with her pussy—finishing me. 

Her body went rigid, quivering as she orgasmed, her ass squirming hard down in my lap. I yanked my gaze away from her flooding cunt and saw that her head was tilted back, her eyes tightly shut as electric bliss hit her small body. It was awe-inspiring, watching her come like that, sheer slack-jawed ecstasy, pleasure she was almost meditating on. I slid my hands down the curves of her body until they were at her hips again, holding her tightly on my lap as she shuddered her way through her climax. My own orgasm was starting, and feeling the weight of my hands on her tiny waist, she pushed hard against the roof, her taut young body shoving me down, plowing me almost between the seat cushions.

“Yes!” she gasped as she twisted her little ass through both her orgasm and her newly mounting lust. “Come inside me! I wanna feel how much you can shoot…”

Hearing her talk like that, I couldn’t hold back if there was a million dollars in it. I groaned, one eye squeezing shut, but forced the other to stay open and watch her face as I spurted deep inside her, my hips bucking up into her open thighs.

The feeling of it exploded in my brain—not just the galloping excess of ejaculating, but an incredibly tender feeling of the pressure deep inside her, an eidetic memory of how tight and raw and warm and sensual her pussy was as I filled it. I grunted as the first rope of cum burst out of me, my hips jolting up so hard that I bashed her head against the roof. Carina didn’t even seem to notice. She laughed triumphantly as more of me shot out, spasms rolling through my body as I fired again and again, my muscles knotting more rigidly every time. I had been worried about a quick, unsatisfying finish after enjoying her for so long, but this cum seemed to go on and on. I was locked inside her, she was frozen around me, and nothing mattered but my giving and her accepting. I don’t know when it stopped. The feeling just seemed to echo down into infinity.

We stayed like that for long minutes, the juddering afterglow so strong that it felt like I was still coming. From the beatific expression on Carina’s face, she felt no differently. We were paralyzed by pleasure, our bodies still tender where they were bridged together, afraid to move for fear of breaking the connection. Although my prick was slowly losing its erection, I could still feel Carina’s tightness holding me inside her, wanting any pleasure it could still get from me.

I took in a deep breath, realized I hadn’t done so in a while, and with that dose of fresh air, my body uncontrollably relaxed. I parted my eyes into slits, looking at Carina as she held herself on top of me, as painstakingly erect as some monolith erected to our sex. Warm, sticky dampness was seeping out of her and invading my lap. That was it—my pants were ruined. 

“And that’s why single women should be on the pill,” Carina said with a raw little giggle. She let out a long sigh as she settled against me, tucking her head down against my broad chest and her arms winding around my back. I returned the gesture, taking her in my arms, and she cooed warmly to feel me all around her—still inside her. “I mean, I’ve never felt that way in my life… I could feel you just… do it inside of me… all that warm stuff… that was your cum… I thought your cock was hot, but your cum… and there was so much of it… God, I’m never doing it with a condom again…”

“Are we doing it again?” I asked her, and immediately regretted it. The words had just popped out, the kind of thing that seemed guaranteed to piss a girl off somehow. Had she assumed that of course we were in a relationship now, and now she thought I was implying that she was a cheap hussy who had just used me for a one-night stand when she was quietly in love with me like some girl in a John Hughes movie? Or had it just been fucking and now I was overstepping my bounds by thinking that entitled me to have her as a sex slave now and forever like some caveman with Raquel Welch slung over his shoulder?

I must’ve looked as stricken as I felt, because she laughed in my face. “Dude. Good question. Let me casually evade that for one second—“ She dismounted me in a series of tiny movements, the heavy heft of my limp cock slapping down onto the car seat between my thighs. If she didn’t mind, I didn’t mind. But I made a mental note to ride shotgun the next time we commuted.

With that settled, Carina adjusted her dress, pulling it back down around her thighs, then went back into cuddling against me. Women. The moment you’re at your sweatiest, gunkiest, and most bodily fluid-y, they decide to cuddle up against you. It had to be some primordial ape instinct thing, like passing on your DNA or watching the Three Stooges.

“Ha. So much for gender roles. I guess I kinda made the first move,” Carina continued.

“First five moves,” I said.

“They were good moves,” Carina defended herself. “And anyway, you had your chance.”

“I had my chance?”

“How many times have you walked me to my car? You could’ve asked me to get a drink with you, or breakfast, or to see a movie, whatever.”

“I…” I couldn’t account for my sudden defensive feeling, among other things. It almost felt like she was impugning my manhood or something. I told myself that was my primordial ape instinct thing being stupid. “I didn’t want to overstep my bounds.”

“But you did want to fuck me.” Any harshness that might’ve been in those words went away when Carina let out an utterly adorable giggle. She was clearly going to have a lot of fond memories of the last fifteen minutes. “I mean—obviously.”

“Obviously,” I agreed.

“Well, you gotta pick one, dude,” she said fondly. “I mean, the next time you have a best friend who really needs to get laid.”

“Okay,” I laughed. Better late than never: “Do you want to get breakfast?”

“No!” she said, smoothing her hair back with a fawning giggle. Making her headbutt the van’s bodywork hadn’t worked out well for her hairdo. 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend complain about mixed signals?” I asked her.

“Ivan, yes, of course I want to get breakfast. I mean, it’s breakfast. Who doesn’t like breakfast? But—“ Her eyebrows waggled. She broke out into another grin. “Honestly, I kinda just wanna skip all the smalltalk first date ‘what are we?’ stuff and get fucked again. Seeing as how this van is already going to need to be steam-cleaned…”

“It needed that a year ago,” I started to say, but broke off. 

My power had manifested, a menu showing up over Carina’s shoulder like some annoying pop-up tutorial in a video game. It was my stats, and at present, I had a debuff—Refractory Period.

I could get rid of it for twenty points.

Was that my subconscious inadvertently cuing up my power? I certainly felt as horny as a guy could get without being hard. Or was there some, I don’t know, Greek god up there who’d loaned me this power and now he was trying to give me a hint? I didn’t know—did it make a difference? If the choice was between fucking Carina and not fucking Carina, well, I’d spent enough time on the not-fucking-Carina playthrough. 

Twenty points gone and boosh, felt like I’d taken a two hour nap and drunk a cup of hot coffee. And having Carina perched on my lap, talking about sex and giving me the eye, suddenly had an effect on me. Carina’s eyebrows shot up as she felt me harden between her legs, my growing erection literally lifting up the hem of her dress as it rose.

“Jesus fuck,” Carina breathed. She smiled a bit disbelievingly. “Is… is that for me?”

“I don’t see anyone else here.” I heard a still, small voice telling me to tone down the smugness, but didn’t listen to it. “Sure you don’t want breakfast?”

“No. No, I’m full… I’m about to be full…”