Mack shuddered, breath stuttering. “God, cher—get in me.”
He sounded as fully desperate as I felt. I didn’t like the restriction of his pants and pulled them off completely, his flipflops coming off too, then flipped him onto his back. I used whatever lube was left in the packet, hoping it was enough, but Mack wasn’t patient about me trying to squeeze out a bit more. He tugged at my arms, then grimaced in frustration. His legs were twisted off to the side, too long to comfortably move in this tight space.
I lifted off and up, straightening his legs out, and he promptly rolled his hips up and towards me, like an offering. I was so turned on I could barely see straight at this point. I pushed the head of my cock into him, and after that, I could only really focus on the tight warmth and wild pleasure coursing through me.
A bit of a hiss sounded on Mack’s exhale, and that cut through the haze. I looked at him sharply, stilling my hips. “Mack?”
“Don’t stop,” he whined, wrapping both legs around my waist and lifting up and into me. “I like a little burn.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I could believe him, but I chose to do so for the moment. I slid all the way in, and Mack gasped as my cock slid over his prostate. Loving that sound, I pulled back, then did it again. And again. I braced myself, my forearms on either side of his head, getting better leverage, as I couldn’t comfortably raise up. My knees were a little crooked and folded under me as it was. But this, this was good. Mack panted as I thrust into him, sweat dampening the curls along his forehead and starting to bead along my spine. The sound of flesh slapping into flesh filled the confines of the cabin and it was an echo that urged me on.
Mack slid on the leather seats some, and I kept drawing him back in. It felt so good, Mack gasping like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. We were both so close—
“Ow!”
I stopped abruptly as Mack rolled partway up, rubbing at his head.
“Shit,” I said in realization. “Did I just—”
“Drive me up against the side of the window?” he asked, fortunately snickering. “Yes, yes you did.”
“Well shit,” I repeated, frustrated but also amused. Oops. “I knew you were sliding, but I thought I’d gotten you back in place.”
“Not quite enough, it seems. Okay, change of position.” Mack pushed at my chest with a palm.
I felt bad about knocking my boyfriend’s head against the window. But I also didn’t want to move, as my body craved release. It took me a few seconds to comply and even then it was hard. Mack moved about to the side, then pointed to where he’d just lain.
“On your back, cher.”
“I do love it when you’re on top.” I obeyed—I might have slammed my knee up against the window in the process—and wiggled until I had my hips in between the seatbelts. Mack threw a leg over my hips, then carefully lowered himself back onto my cock. He gave a hum, mouth quirked up in a satisfied manner as he reseated himself.
I took in the sight of him, stretched over me like this, his dick upright and hard against his belly. I reached out and gave it a little love, stroking him as he got situated. Mack balanced himself, two hot hands against my chest, and started undulating. It was always so hot, seeing him taking pleasure like this, knowing he was enjoying this as much as I was. Mack could be so openly, gloriously sensual in his pleasure that it blew my mind sometimes.
All too soon, I felt my balls tighten against his pert ass. I got both hands on Mack’s hips, slamming him down so that I was deeply seated in him as my nerves exploded with pleasure, my cock convulsing deep inside of my lover.
The sound of flesh sliding against flesh was counterpoint to the stars exploding behind my eyes. I felt Mack come a second later, hot semen landing in streams against my chest.
Afterglow flooded my system and I just breathed for a moment. It was always so good with him—even when things started out fumbling and awkward. Like now. Blinking back into focus, I looked down at the curly head pillowed on my chest. My body wasn’t really cooling down, and I knew we’d be miserable in here if we didn’t move soon, but I let him be, as I wanted to enjoy the moment.
With a hum, he finally stirred, lifting himself up by a few inches.
I couldn’t help but tease. “So, how’s your first session of car sex?”
“Awkward,” he stated firmly, grinning back at me. “And fun. And sexy as hell. But you can make anything sexy. I think that has less to do with the car and more to do with you.”
“I accept the compliment.” I brought him in for a brief kiss. “Clean up, then call people to say the job is done?”
Mack sighed. “We probably should go back to being responsible adults.”
“Sucks, I agree. We’ll find a way to have more car sex later.”
“Only if I’m on top.”
“Honey, you’ll get no argument from me.” I paused and ruminated on if this was the right time to say this. It felt like it. “Mack. I want to try it at some point.”
Mack paused midway through lifting himself free. “Try what, cher?”
“Bottoming.”
He canted his head to the side, studying my face. “You do?”
“Yeah. I have no idea if I’ll like it or not, it’s just…I’m really curious. You love it.”
“I do,” he admitted frankly. “And if you want to try, I’m certainly game. But not in a car. We’ll definitely need more room to maneuver with you.”
“Fair enough.” I had a feeling I’d get teased for a while about how I’d fucked him into a window.
We grabbed tissues, got cleaned up, and put our clothes back on. As I put the seats back into position, Mack called Edmée to tell her the ghost was gone. I got the privilege of calling Sylvia.
“Speak,” my boss answered brusquely. It sounded choppy, like she was using a car’s Bluetooth connection.
“Ghost is gone. It did a hell of a lot of damage before it went, though. I think most of the furniture in the house is trashed. We did have to take apart a wall to get to it, but nothing else structural.”
“I can expense up to four thousand for this job, but not more.”
That relieved me. I still wasn’t entirely sure how they expensed things in the Bureau. “I think four thousand will about cover it. Thanks, Sylvia.”
“Is this a repair you can do yourself? I understand you’re handy with tools.”
“I’m fair, but I’m not a sheetrocker. It would be better to get a pro in here.”
“Okay, we’ll do that. How’s Mack?”
“Smug, I think is the right word. He didn’t have to exert a lot of power on this. Intimidation tactics worked.”
“So he’s good to tackle the next case without rest?”
“That’s my take on it. I’ll double check with him and tell you if I’m wrong.”
“Do that. You sound smug yourself, Brandon. No injuries for either of you?”
“Nah. Some bruises, nothing serious. And you bet I’m smug. It’s a pleasure watching him take ghosts head on like that. Not to mention we don’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt here.”
She sounded relieved. “Good. This sounds like it was a good first case for you two. I’ve gotten an update on the other team: Ken and Falisa Tate. They’ve got a proby with them, so you’re getting three for the price of two. They’re driving in tomorrow. You’ve got today to help straighten out the mess, and tomorrow night you can do a preliminary sweep. If it’s too much for even two teams, call me.”