His nostrils flared as his mouth moved roughly against hers—sucking, stroking, exploring, and nipping. His hands worked her over ceaselessly, touching her everywhere he could reach. She’d begun to whimper, and he loved the passionate sound of it. He reveled in the way she always responded to his touch.

Then she tore her mouth away, panting and flushed. “Now, Caleb,” she demanded, turning away from him and beginning to maneuver on the seat. “Fuck me now.”

He blinked, dazed with desire and still trying to hold on to the threads that kept his control intact. He stared at Kelly blankly until he figured out what she was doing.

She’d turned over on the broad expanse of the seat beside them and was now positioning herself on her hands and knees, her head toward the window.

Caleb blinked again, his eyes focused intently on the lush swell of flesh—her hips round and full beneath the slick fabric of her skirt. Then he saw that she’d reached behind her and was bunching up the silk, baring her ass to his sight.

He made a hoarse sound in his throat and was briefly afraid he was going to lose it before he even got in position.

But then, swallowing over the shocked thrill, he adjusted his body too. Raised himself up on his knees beside her and started unbuttoning his trousers.

The backseat of a car wasn’t the ideal place for fucking a woman doggie style, but there was plenty of room, and the slight instability in their positioning only made it that much more exciting. They had privacy, since the little window between the front and back of the car was closed.

As long as the driver didn’t slam on his brakes.

Kelly was looking at him over her shoulder, urging him to hurry with moaned repetitions of “fuck me” and “now.”

Then Caleb pulled her ass cheeks apart. Nudged at her until he found her entrance. Then wedged his cock into her channel.

The clasp of her body was tight and warm, but she wasn’t as wet and pliant as he’d expected. She was very tight.

He adjusted behind her, waiting for her to relax. She’d turned forward again and was facing the window. Her hair was falling all around her. She was breathing heavily—just as he was—but something about her body seemed different.

Every instinct inside him was screaming at him to thrust, to drive himself home, to take her, to claim her as his.

But he kept getting those prickles of uncertainty, so he made himself bite out, “Okay?”

She looked back over her shoulder at him, a familiar, sultry look in her eyes. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Good. Let go, Caleb. Fuck me. Take me like this.”

Her raw urging displaced the faint thread of concern, and he felt a new, powerful throb of base instinct. With a harsh grunt, he pulled back and drove into her, his cock sliding nearly out and then pushing its way deep into the hot depths of her body.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Fuck me.”

So he let himself go after all. Released the hold he’d had on his impulses and thrust into her hard from behind, the powerful motion of his pelvis channeling his need to dominate, to possess, to claim.

He was sliding inside her fairly easily, and he could feel the tight friction on his cock and the indirect stimulation of his balls coalesce into a rising climax. The limitations of their location weren’t much of an issue, as Caleb could brace himself by widening the stance of his thighs.

Kelly was staring down at the leather seat, her body jostling every time he pushed into her, and she was releasing breathless grunts in time to his thrusting.

But as the repeated motion leveled off Caleb’s sensations momentarily, he started experiencing those nagging questions again. What did that stressed look in Kelly’s eyes mean? And why was she still not wet around the stroking of his cock inside her? And were those grunts of pleasure or merely an involuntary response to the momentum of his pounding into her?

“Kelly?” Caleb gritted out. “Good?”

“Yeah,” she cried on his next stroke in. “Fuck, yeah.” She raised herself up a little until she was bracing herself with her hands on the car door in front of her. Then she turned her head to look at him, something wild and frantic in her eyes. “It’s good.”

Caleb released his held breath at her assurance and leaned over her, bracing one of his hands next to hers against the door of the car. He kept thrusting, now pushing her whole pelvis forward on each thrust. “You like it like this?” he rasped, his momentum flaring up again as he felt her body moving with the power of his.

“Yeah,” Kelly gasped, turning her face forward again. “Fuck me from behind. Fuck me like an animal.”

Caleb was grunting now as he levered into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass on every thrust, his trousers pushed down to his knees.

Kelly’s verbal responses were getting louder and more urgent, and Caleb waited for her body to start shaking the way it did just before she came. It didn’t, however. It didn’t seem to tense up at all.

That heavy doubt sprang up again as he started to vaguely wonder if Kelly was as into this as he was.

But then she cried out, “God, Caleb. Harder, harder. I want it harder.”

He growled, forgot everything else in the red-hot rush of primal need. He pounded into her as she’d urged, letting primitive instinct turn him into a rutting animal. His cock was ramming into her roughly now, shoving her body forward with rhythmic force while her frantic cries kept urging him on.

He felt strong, powerful, invulnerable. Threatened by nothing—not past sins, not secrets, not Kelly, not his own feelings.

Until he couldn’t stop the mounting sensations. Let the wild rush of it push him over the edge.

Kelly was crying out hoarsely—it sounded like pleasure—when Caleb felt himself coming in a hard, fast, blinding release.

His pelvis thrashed clumsily against her hips as the spasms ripped through him, and then he felt the pulsing spurts of his release.

He was gasping and sweating beneath his tux when he felt himself come down.

Kelly was gasping too—still not looking at him—and her breaths sounded harsh and painful.

And instead of the familiar relaxation that usually overtook him after a physical release, he felt vaguely sick and dizzy. Not from the motion of the car.

He pulled his cock out. As soon as he’d pulled back, Kelly kind of collapsed onto the seat. But then she immediately moved to a sitting position, curling her body in on itself.

He couldn’t seem to bring himself to look at her face, afraid of what he might see there.

His chest feeling like it was constricting, Caleb straightened up.

He had a sick, heavy feeling in his gut, although he hadn’t yet explicitly worked out what was causing it. Just a minute ago he’d been glorying in some kind of primal power over his world.

Now he couldn’t even remember what it had felt like.

He moved back to sit beside a motionless Kelly, heard her panting, really looked at her for the first time.

He saw that she had gone sheet white, all color washed out of her face. She was breathing erratically, as if she were close to panic, and holding her stomach.

And Caleb felt a surge of adrenaline, his innate response to any crisis.

He knew the signs well enough. Kelly was going to either vomit or pass out.

“Kelly?” he asked roughly, his voice cutting through the stunned, heavy silence that had followed their fucking.

She was gasping almost frantically, and she’d broken out in a sweat. Then her hand went out to fumble at the switches on the door. “Window.”

He found the release and lowered the window on her side of the car, letting in a gust from outside. Kelly scooted toward the open window, sucking in deep breaths and leaning her face as far toward the night air as she could.

Caleb felt the surge of cold air flood into the car interior and sat perfectly still. He watched Kelly’s pale, breathless desperation silently. A kind of dread started building up in his gut, replacing his crisis response, which gradually faded when some of the color bled back into Kelly’s face.