Could Have Been Me

She nodded. "Yeah but you're the biggest," she breathed. He pulsed inside her.

"Oh, I know. You're very snug and I like that," he winked before lifting himself up until his head nearly hit the hood of the car. He was still clad in his shirt, though he lost his jacket, and his jeans scratched her bare thighs. She found this unusual yet erotic and became turned on even more. Once she felt the pleasure coming on, she started moving her hips.

He groaned and mimicked her movements. She clutched at his arms as the pleasure became intense. He picked up the pace and began thrusting harder and deeper. She moaned and bit her lip at the intensity of him. She ran her nails along his back and chest, bit his forearm, marking him shudder. He halted for a moment before hooking his arms under her knees, bringing them over his shoulder. She slid down but this felt amazing. He ground into her with unbelievable speed and force.

She gasped and moaned his name, screaming that she was close when he slowed his pace. "Not yet," he chuckled. After a moment or two, he moved faster, his hips jerking in short movements yet still giving her deep desire and making her waning orgasm rise again. Her thighs were touching as his balls slapped against her cheeks and this position had her squirming in complete ecstasy.

The tip of his cock was grazing against something incredibly sensitive and had her moaning like she'd never done before. Then, he flipped her over onto her knees and slammed into her from behind.

She gasped at the sudden movement, but her lips were pressed into the leather seat and so her gasp came out gurgled. Something curious found its way to her ass, the little pucker of flesh clenching at the sudden intrusion. "Shh," he calmed when she jerked away. He held onto her waist fast, fingers digging into her skin, definitely causing bruising, when he attempted his trek again.

She let him and reveled in the pleasure it rocked through her. One finger probed and curled, pulling out and pushing in until she was on the brink of orgasm again. He slowed his movements, indicating he wasn't ready for her to come just yet. She was beginning to become frustrated.

His movements picked up though not the usual pace it had been as he pulled out all the way, slowly pushing back in, and repeating. Slowly all the way out and then thrust back in. Morgan was clawing at the leather seats, anything, to keep her down on Earth as Ian teased her. He grazed along the upper wall of her canal, the tip of his cock soothing over ridges and bumps that she never deemed possible to reach other than herself.

Ian reached for her hands, grabbing them at the wrists and pulled them back towards him. One hand encompassed both of hers while the other wound itself around her waist as his pace built up. All of a sudden, he had her shoulder length brown hair tangled in his fingers and exposed her neck as he fucked her from behind.

She met his thrusts and squirmed against him, willing that orgasm to come back again. She let out small cries of pleasure with each bump and opened her mouth at the incredible feeling he was making her feel. Never had sex been like this before. It was both passionate and wild and fulfilling while being all around enjoyable. It wasn't like when Drake wanted sex he just expected her to jump him; no, Ian actually made her feel pleasant and she wanted more of that. This fucking was like that bone chilling, muscle tensing, neck rolling, and toes curling sensation, the kind that had your nerves on edge with each pump of his cock as he rammed into her.

Her eyes met the back of her skull when he halted his hips, keeping the tip of his cock at her smooth entrance. She wiggled against him, wanting that friction back when he was under her, his back on the reclined seat and hips grinding into hers.

She straddled him, their faces inches apart as he gripped her waist to get her moving. His head fell back across the edge of the seat while he enjoyed her taking control. Her heels scraped against her ass and her clit rubbed against his shirt creating a gratifying feeling that had her fingers curling into the headrests.

He groaned, clenching his eyes shut, as his fingers bit into the plump flesh of her bottom, forcing her move back and forth rather than up and down. She was becoming breathless and worn out. She'd never before had sex this long and she knew she didn't want this to end. The slapping of their bodies against one another and the smell of musk and sweat in the semi enclosed space had her desperate for more.

Morgan leaned back, her hands on his jean clad knees and used what little abs she had to get that last push of desire. The pressure was building in her toes, reaching up to her knees, hips, stomach, chest, and finally to her neck and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. The pleasure was just too much and her breathing hitched with every exhale. It was right there, that immeasurable feeling that nothing could compare. Release, sweet, sweet release hedged around her vision and she knew she didn't have long left. She threw her head back, hair all drenched, and stretched her mouth open as if signing to the gods.

"I'm...going to... come!" She exhaled and squeezed her eyes shut.

He growled his agreement and she pushed herself off of the edge. White lights flashed behind her eyes as her orgasm rocked her body. Her knees jerked and her hips bucked while she let out a silent scream that eventually turned into a strangled moan. Her fingertips still gripped Ian's knees and she knew she had broken a nail or two in the process of holding on to before coming down. One leg shook with the intensity of her orgasm while her body ached from the tension it just endured. She was still grinding him, albeit slowly, to ride out the rest of her long awaited orgasm, her knees grazing the leather backing of the seat.

Ian reached out an arm and tangled his fingers into her hair to bring her mouth to his. She let out a small cry against his lips, body still jerking and her walls contracted him. He swallowed her tongue and moaned as he dug his fingers into her hips, no doubt creating bruises, and shuddered with his own release. She felt his cock pulse and something hot splashed against her womb. They continued to kiss for a moment, letting their bodies relax after their session. His arms came up around her to keep her close and they both sighed their content.

After a few minutes, Morgan realized what she had done and hopped up off of Ian's lap, hitting her head on the roof of his vehicle, and scrambled to grab her clothing. While her body was finally satisfied, her heart however, knew she just fucked up. "Oh my God," she mumbled while hastily pulling on her clothes.

Ian grabbed her hand to ease her troubled mind. "What is it?"

"I fucked up," she groaned while tugging her shirt over her head. "I can't believe... I'm sorry. I have to go."

She looked over at him and he was still sitting in the back seat. Though he zipped himself up he was contemplating her as if what they had just done was perfectly A-Okay in his book. "Do you regret what we just did?"

Morgan paused for a moment and crossed her brows. "Well, no but it shouldn't have happened. I don't know what I was thinking."

He still watched her, choosing his next words wisely. "Then why did you do it?"

Shit. She'd forgotten he was a lawyer. "Just please. I- I really need to go."

She stepped out of the Hummer and rushed over to her car. She tossed in her jacket, not caring if she was freezing or not and grabbed for her phone. One missed call. And it wasn't from Drake. He had given up texting her and the last one she received was from twenty minutes that told her he was heading out.

"What. The. Fuck?" Here she was, feeling like complete shit for fucking another man and her boyfriend of two years was going out?! When she could be in a ditch with her face stuffed with rags and dirt and her body damaged. Or, or she could be on the side of the road, fucking somebody because her scumbag boyfriend didn't want to help her out.

Well, fuck him.

Warmth encased her back and she jumped when Ian spoke up from behind her. "What's going on?" His deep voice rumbled and her body reacted instantaneously at his proximity.

She jumped and turned, heart racing both from surprise and want. "My boyfriend. He's decided to go...out."

Morgan showed him her phone and the lack of caring from Drake. "Hmm. Do you still feel bad? I don't think what we did was wrong," he breathed, his breath a mixture of spice and mint.

She inhaled him in, taking note of his scent for the first time. It was a clean smell, like he'd just stepped out of the shower. Her mind instantly went to them showering together and her cheeks heated. Plus she was beginning to freeze from not having her jacket on.

She rubbed her thighs together when she felt him leaking down and turned away. Her eyes looked out over the roof of her car and she felt him press into her from behind, ready to go again. She gulped when he placed his hands on the edge of the hood beside her head, and she reached behind him unconsciously for his cock. God, she wanted him again so badly. Shaking her head, she whispered, "No," and his lips clamped down her neck, just below her right ear. She lost it.

One hand was already tugging her jeans down and lifting her up once they were around her knees. He impaled her on his waiting cock while still continuing to kiss her slim neck. She clenched his forearm as he thrust into her, nails clawing at his warm skin. The slickness of his sperm and her wetness caused him to slip easily in and out, making a suction sound that echoed through the night.

Ian's lips found her lobe and she lost it, coming hard on his dick, moaning his name so loud, she was sure the house a mile down heard her. He still pressed into her, hips slapping against her bare bottom, grunting sexily in her ear. She reached up behind him to grab fistfuls of his silky hair while another orgasm was on the brink.

Her body was tired already from the many she'd experienced but again, she never wanted this to end. Her breaths were shallow and her feet were slowly being lifted off of the ground, thighs being supported by a forearm. She forced his head around so their lips could meet and their tongues found one another like long lost lovers having been reunited. She moaned into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it. His other hand found a breast and began massaging it through her bra and shirt.

She released his mouth to gasp, her lips becoming sore and bruised from the intensity of his mouth, and cried out into the night. He picked up his pace and she moaned with each thrust of his hips. He slapped her ass once, twice, before ramming into her with all he had. He grunted in her ear and she knew he was close. As was she, again.

"Make me come," he demanded.

Morgan tensed her body, willing that orgasm to rear its head when her body violently shuddered and her hips jerked with incredible force upward and back down, clenching around his cock. He inhaled a sharp breath when he felt her walls grip him and the telltale sign of his ejaculation spurted in her again. She could get used to that feeling.

Ian rested his forehead in the crook of her neck and shoulder. "God that was the best I've ever had," he said in between harsh breaths. His cock was still embedded inside her and it pulsed with each breath he took.

She nodded in agreement. "I concur."

He laughed and set her down, gently. Morgan knew she would be sore for the next week and thanked him silently for the care he was taking. Their breathing finally slowed down to a little faster than normal and she slid her jeans back on. She heard him zip himself up and rustle around in his jacket for a moment before the click of a ballpoint pen snapped her to attention. "Here," he held over her shoulder. "That's my office on the front. My cell's on the back. In case you still want to buy me that dinner."

She chuckled and took the card quietly. She tucked it into her pocket, hoping she wouldn't forget it and wash her jeans. She turned to find him with his eyes closed and smile on his face. She fought the urge to kiss his Adam's apple as it bobbed with his instinctual swallowing. "Umm, I should get going."

She escaped from the confines of his arm cage. She walked over to the driver's side as he shut her passenger door. "Call me sometime. I'm always in town," he flashed a half smile. Oh man, she wanted to so badly but she still fucked up.

"Sure," she lied. "Thanks," she saluted and he saluted back.

"No problem," a dimple appeared on his left cheek. "I'm serious. Maybe we can meet up and...well, you know," he winked.

Nodding, she slipped into the cold seat, and cranked her battered car. She sat for a moment, waiting for Ian to walk to his vehicle, and after he walked to his driver door, she took off. He was still opening the door when she last looked back.

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Morgan arrived at her apartment about half an hour later.

She sat in the parking lot, feeling Ian leak out of her, and thought about going back. On the way, she contemplated turning her car around and having one last fuck with him but her moral side won out. She fingered his card in her pocket and decided to leave it in her car for fear of Drake finding out. But first, she saved his number to her phone and even sent a text to him so he could have hers.

And after that, she didn't see what he responded with, if he did at all, and shut off her phone and walked up to her third floor apartment. Once there, she greeted her dog and got ready for bed. All the while, the sex she recently had with Ian still fresh on her mind. She didn't know the man that well yet, he was haunting her brain already.

She crawled into bed, tears brimming her eyes, her pup curled up beside her, and drifted off to sleep. She dreamt of a blue eyed and blond haired man with his dreamy smile. Even when her drunk boyfriend showed up three hours later, trying to fuck her, she still had her mind on Ian and did not once regret what she had done.

After calming Drake down, she drifted off to dream of Ian again with a smile on her face.