Page 87 of The Flirty Vet
"I'm not hearing you say you don't like it." I lick my lips. "Or that you want me to get off."
"Because I didn't think I needed to say it," he huffs back, chest swaying with every short breath he takes. "What happened to our days of pleasuring being well and truly over?"
"We can start that tomorrow.Umpf."
What the fuck?
Not content with trapping us inside the vehicle, it seems that the normally competitive jacks have decided to join forces, one on each side of the car, taking turns giving it a good solid whack with their powerful hind legs.
"They can't get in, can they?" Col asks, panic rising on his face again. "Or roll the car over?"
"No. They're not strong enough to do that. They'll probably just do a bit of damage until they get bored, at which point they'll hopefully bugger off."
Until they do, though…
Every jolt from the jacks forces our bodies to see-saw against each other, and, oh, okay…pressure. I see what Col means now as my own cock starts reacting to the friction we're generating.
Every kick makes the whole car rock.
Which makes our erections rock against each other, and even though we're both fully dressed, I can feel the thick outline of his cock through the few layers of material separating us.
With the next wallop, I push down a bit harder, grinding my erection into his.
"Fuck," Col hisses.
It's not an anguished fuck, or amy life is in dangerfuck.
I recognise that fuck.
I like that fuck.
Another massive jolt, and I drop some more of my body weight onto his crotch. His lower back arches off the seat, meeting my body, as his eyes cloud over. He reaches for my arm, digging his nails into my bicep.
His breathing is heavy, and it's speeding up.
"I think I'm…"
Another giant kick, sending the car bobbing.
"…close."
I can't help but smirk, oddly happy about this unusual turn of events. I thought the most exciting thing to happen on this drive would be testing out some new karaoke material. Watching Col come while kangaroos plough into the car wasn't even on my radar. But hey, I'll take it.
His pupils have dilated, his lids heavy, and he chews his lower lip. The 'roos have taken a break, but he's so far gone I don't even think he's noticed.
Holding on to my arms, he ruts himself against me shamelessly, thrusting his hips harder and harder into me. I stay steady, letting my constant weight give him the support he needs, while he uses my body to get off.
The Land Rover rocks again. "So fucking close."
"Make some noise," I command, since who knows if we'll ever be in this position again.
Well, not this exact position where two pissed-off kangaroos are taking their aggression out on a poor innocent vehicle. I mean having sex with Col. If we're never together again like this—which we probably won't be—I want to see him,hearhim, fully let go just one time.
"Oh, fuuuck!"
"More!"
"Ahhhhh, fuuuuuck. Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh!"