41. Lark

Chapter forty-one

Lark

I ’m dripping all over Gianni’s leather seats, heat coiling in my abdomen. “God, yes,” I cry out as he pumps his fingers inside me.

“Alright, Lark, now’s your time to shine, baby.” He smirks as he pulls his fingers out of me. The loss of them inside me leaves me wanting to pout in annoyance, but he puts them in his mouth and sucks my juices off.

“Straddle the gearshift,” he instructs. 1

I have no idea how he thinks I’m going to do that, but I adjust myself, moving to toss my right leg over it, but he stops me. “Face the windshield.”

Oh hell .

I huff but throw my left leg over to the driver’s side, angling my knee between Gianni’s thighs and hovering above the sheathed handle.

He slides his hand up the back of my thigh, lifting my skirt and tucking the bottom into my waistband so he can bare my ass to him. “This little tattoo,” he says, almost sounding pained. Leaning forward, I feel him bite the tender skin, more heat pooling at my core.

Gianni slips his fingers over my center and spreads my folds. “Sink down on it, ma petite rouge. ”

I do as he says, moving slowly to adjust to the feel of it as it stretches me wide. I’m barely on it, and I feel like I could burst.

“That’s it, just go slow. It gets more narrow the farther you go. You like being stretched, and this isn’t much thicker than my cock.”

He’s not wrong .

I sink down a bit more, and just as he said, it’s narrower at the base. My walls clamp down around it, and once the initial sting has subsided, I’m so ready for my release.

“Put your hands on the dash and ride it. Let me see your ass bounce as you fuck anything you can get inside your needy little cunt.”

I’m struggling to keep myself upright as Gianni’s hand slides up my thigh, his knuckles grazing my clit. A shudder wracks through my body, and I fall forward. My eyes widen as headlights shine up the dirt path toward us. “Oh my god,” I cry.

He runs a finger over my clit, rubbing quick circles, and I can’t help but buck my hips at the movement. Heat coils inside me, my orgasm nearing and sweat forming at the base of my spine. “If you don’t want to get caught, you’ll come for me right now.”

I see stars at his command, my body reacting exactly as he hopes it will. I bite my lower lip, doing my best to muffle my cries as the orgasm rolls through my body, my core clenching around the hardness inside me. 2

His fingers bite into the skin of my hips, lifting me off and back into my seat just in time. He slides the condom off the gearshift and tucks it into his pocket as someone shines a flashlight into the window. Gianni rests a settling hand on my thigh. “Everything’s okay, little red.”

He rolls down the window, and a tall police officer with kind brown eyes and dark skin is looking in at me, wearing a small smile. “I drove by and saw a car parked here. Figured I’d let you both know that this park is technically closed at sundown.”

My cheeks heat further, nausea clawing through me.

“I’m so sorry, officer. I hadn’t realized there was a specific time we had to be gone by. My girlfriend and I were just enjoying the stars, but we’ll head out now.” Gianni speaks to the officer with such a calmness about him, you’d never believe what he just had me doing less than two minutes ago.

“That’s alright, I just didn’t want you getting in trouble if someone else came across you here. Have a good night and drive safely,” he tells us, tipping his head at me and widening his smile before turning and heading back to his car.

The moment Gianni rolls the window back up, I slump back in my seat, releasing a breath.

“That was terrifying,” I complain.

He chuckles. “You did fine, little red. Let’s get you home.” He pats my thigh and pulls out of the space, heading back toward our apartment.

1. Dirty Little Secret – The All-American Rejects

2. Whore – In This Moment