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Jean planned what he had hoped to be a romantic evening at the lake. He packed his car with blankets and snacks, brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a selection of movies on his beaten up laptop—but in his excitement, was completely caught off guard by the rain.

The inconvenience emerged from an abrupt gray sky and soon the torrent fell hard on your picnic. You shrieked, surprised, and rushed up the hill to the parking lot, and into his backseat.

Jean slammed the door shut and joined you, soaked. He insisted on a makeshift set up in the car to keep the evening going, and gave you one of the blankets to dry off with.

“You have to admit it’s charming,” he huffed and pulled off his sweater, a faded band shirt underneath. The fabric rode up his stomach, revealing light hair trailing south until he pulled it back down.

“Um–charming how?” You blushed.

“Dunno, feels a little nostalgic, like we’re teenagers.” He gave you a cocky smile as he dried his hair, curling at the back of his neck, slightly darker with the wetness.

“I don’t think we would’ve been very compatible in high school,” you said, doubtful.

“Really? I know I’d be head over heels.” He tossed his sweater to the front. “Would’ve saved me some trouble, too,” he winked.

“Oh, I’ve seen your old pictures,” you shoved him playfully. “The whole bad boy thing, the tracksuits, are you joking? We were on different frequencies.”

”Woah, you think we’re too different?”

”Not necessarily… I just don’t think I was your type back then.”

“You’ve always been my type,” he protested, as if the suggestion offended him. “What, the slick back doesn’t do it for you?”

“Maybe,” you rolled your eyes. “Is your sweater dry? I’m freezing.”

“Turn up the heat. Here,” Jean tugged his shirt off by the back of the collar. It rode up his body, brushing his messy waves as it went over his head, and his scent wafted over to you.

“Oh, are you sure—”

“Of course. Just better to stay out of those wet clothes.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he were challenging you to point out the double meaning.

You were soon bathed in darkness and the colors of the laptop screen reflected lights and shapes in the windows. Rain poured on the roof of his car as you snuggled in the back seat under blankets. You buried your face in Jean’s chest, abandoning the thought of whatever film he’d put on.

You wanted to pay attention, but you couldn’t help yourself from admiring his broad shoulders, his pecs, the muscles outlined on his skin, covered in soft hair all across his body.

Jean had packed strawberries, the stems sliced off and the round edges covered in chocolate. He’d suck the juice lingering at his fingertips, and lift your chin whenever he brought one to your mouth—it made you shiver in the steamy car.

“You can’t still be cold,” he teased. He rubbed your shoulders as if to warm you up, and you almost moaned at his touch.

“I’m not,” you mumbled indignantly. Heat hummed in your veins, burned in your cheeks, and danced under his soft caress.

“Mm. You’re practically purring,” Jean chuckled.

“Oh, fuck off. I’m cozy.” You propped yourself up and kissed him on the cheek, lips grazing his soft stubble.

“Could be cozier.” He pulled you into his lap with little effort, grinning. “Much better. Were you actually watching? You’re not saying much about the production value.”

“Yeah,” you lied. The car suddenly felt small and stuffy, the rain pelting the roof in a thunderous symphony around you. Your cheeks were flushed, your palms pressed against his chest, petting the slightly damp hair gathered at the back of his head.

“Mhm.” Jean appraised you in the dark, pupils blown. He licked his bottom lip, the movement so subtle you almost missed it. “Thanks for coming out with me, even with the rain. I know it’s been a while since we’ve had some time together.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, entranced by his low voice and serene expression. He’d begun roaming your thighs under the blanket and tracing lines on your skin, repeating the motion over the most sensitive spots when your legs would shake.

“I’m– just sorry we missed the sunset.”

”There’ll be others,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I prefer having you all to myself anyway.” His breath fanned across your face, sweet and familiar. Fuck.

Your nose brushed against Jean’s as he closed the distance between you, his mouth crashing into yours, sparking the desire you’d been trying to delay. You bit his bottom lip, and he replied with a growl from the back of his throat. You remained intertwined, panting and kissing each other in the dark with desperate hands curling around flesh, your flimsy skirt providing little resistance against him.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled softly, half in disbelief and half in admiration.

You shuddered as he gripped your waist, and you shifted, your head brushing the roof of the car. Jean put his hand between your skull and the soft material, shielding you as he deepened the kiss and let you straddle his hips.

You were dizzy from the constant contact, finding yourself in a kiss that never seemed to end or lose momentum—and you didn’t want it to. You rocked back and forth in his lap, praying that nobody would come across you in the parking lot and take you away from the moment.

Jean drove you crazy, his fingers travelling slowly down, much further down, but not far enough.. He repressed a groan as you inched towards the stiff boner between his legs. You smiled against his lips as you ran your palm on his length—you wanted to stroke him and feel him fill your mouth, taste him on your tongue.

His hands were rough and calloused against you, and his fingers slipped under your shirt and slowly worked up your stomach. He lowered his nose to your collar bone, tracing the tip of it on your skin. You helped him undo your bra and he tore your shirt off swiftly. He groaned and ran his thumbs over your hardening peaks, cupping your tits.

You wondered how visible you were in the dark from the outside—in the heavy rain and dim moonlight, you were practically on your own planet. All you knew was the heat blasting from the vents, the low murmur of the movie playing between ragged breaths. You were intoxicated by the taste of Jean on your tongue as you ground yourself against him desperately.

Jean brought his lips to your nipples, teeth grazing them lightly, his eyes fixed on you. He adored your perfect frame, and your skirt rode up your waist.

“You’re so fuckin hot,” Jean grit his teeth as he palmed himself through his jeans.

You shivered as you felt his light stubble brush your cleavage, and you gripped his biceps, trying to anchor yourself. He hummed with pleasure as his tongue flicked over your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers and sucking them, enamored with your whimpers.

Jean ran the pad of his finger on your soft mound cloaked in damp cotton, coaxing your legs open and urging you towards a fiery peak. Your thighs pulsed with heat, slick against his touch as you melted in his arms.

He pulled out his aching cock, tip oozing precum, and rubbed you through your panties, teasing you as your fluids mingled. You became wetter from the contact, desperate to feel Jean inside you, yearning for friction.

You trailed kisses across his neck and cheeks and he did the same, unable to stop touching you as he touched himself. You gripped his shoulders, and pressed yourself up against him, too lost in the warmth that radiated from his bare chest, the light musk from the sweat that began to drip down his temple.

You couldn’t stand it, you needed him.

You pulled away from Jean, and for a moment his eyebrows were knit together in concern. You didn’t waver as you knelt beside him on the seat and leaned down. You licked your lips and wrapped them around his flushed tip, flicking your tongue around it before shoving his fat cock into your throat.

Jean groaned, shuddering at your enthusiasm and pleased with how tight your mouth felt as it wrapped around him. You opened wider, spit sliding down your tongue and dripping down your chin as Jean began to fuck your face in the backseat. He gripped your hair at the back of your neck and thrusted into your drooling mouth. You moaned with pleasure as he filled your cheeks, and ran your tongue along his shaft, yearning to please him.

Jean’s cock twitched at the look in your eyes, his hips moving at a steady pace. He was entranced by you, his hands roaming as you went down on him, reaching around to your lips peeking out from between your legs as you bobbed your head. You stroked it in your hands, savoring the feel of him so hard against you, swirling your tongue and unhinging your jaw to let him bottom out in your throat. He rubbed his large fingers at your entrance, teasing your soft skin and sensitive nerves with a simple motion, sending a thrill in your core with every movement.

“I have to fuck you,” Jean said, pulling you off by the hair, his voice strained in a half whisper.

“Please,” you pouted, lifting up your skirt to reveal your thighs and damp panties.

He tugged your skirt away as he pulled his jeans down his knees. You crawled eagerly into his lap, tossing your underwear aside.

”Shit—“ Jean hissed as he swiped his cock against your bare cunt, and you both looked down, watching his tip ease between your slippery folds. “I bet you feel so fuckin’ good, baby..” Jean’s words were sickly sweet, and he plunged into your warm sex.

Your cunt hugged him tightly as he began to bounce you in his lap, gripping you as he moved you up and down on his cock. You whined as he began to thrust harder, and you clung to his neck, cum dripping down your inner thighs as Jean claimed you in the dark.

“Fuck,” Jean growled and gave each of your breasts a light smack. He kissed them again, breathing hard through his nose. He gripped your waist, your knees bending as you desperately worked his stiff cock toward your sweetest, deepest spots. He cupped the back of your head to protect you, and held you close.

Your ass slapped against him, your cunt slick as you took his throbbing member, every vein making itself known as he jerked you on top of him.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered.

“So needy..” Jean said lazily. He peeked over your shoulder, watching your ass shake on him. “I love using this fuckin’ pussy..”

“Oh my—god, Jean,” you whined, stuttering around him, desperately missing him with every brief withdrawal.

You were obsessed with your boyfriend. His smell, his taste, the flush of color at the tip of his cock and the way his broad shoulders flexed under his back. You were so close, teetering on the edge as pleasure hummed at the tip of your tongue, buzzing around your sensitive nipples.

He stopped only for a moment to change position.

Jean laid you down, your back pressing into the seat and your legs bent as far as they could. Your pussy shone in the dark, slick with cum, calling to him. He gazed at your cunt and the pretty shape of your lips. He savored the sight, cradling you, spreading you open to ensure his prize was proudly on display, your swollen clit jutting out and tempting him to spend all night pleasing you.

Jean devoured you like he was starved, kissing between your legs as if his life depended on every gasp from your lips and every dribble down his chin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, lips wet.

Your eyes flickered to the window, steamy and offering no clear view of the outside world, though a flash of light in the distance made your stomach lurch. Maybe it was lightning, or worse, park security coming to ruin your fun.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jean said softly. “Just look at me.”

“O-okay,” your breath hitched as he continued, your sensitive bud aching, and his jaw flexed as he plunged his tongue into you.

You reached a shaky hand between your legs, but Jean only smiled and moved to tease your clit with his finger as he lapped your cunt. You were so sensitive, his touch felt electric and your hips bucked. You didn’t want him to stop, audience be damned.

Jean caught his breath and traced hearts on your clit with the tip of his finger, dragging the cum that oozed from your hole all across you before finally easing his middle finger inside. Your eyelids fluttered, heat coursing in your veins, building as you grew impossibly close. You were intoxicated by his gentle touch, expertly paired with the filthiest motions against your nerves that only Jean could do. He wanted to feel you shake, feel your pussy spasm around his tongue and your thighs clamp around his ears.

“F-fuck me—please,” your eyes rolled back as Jean licked a long stripe from your parted lips up to your clit, and down to tease your hole, any nerve that could bring you closer to ecstasy.

“Don’t know if you’re ready yet,” he panted. You whined as his digits hit your sweet spot and he quickened his pace. “You’re moaning like a fucking porn star, and it’s just my fingers. Bet you’d scream if you took my dick again right now… gonna get us caught.”

”I don’t care,” you gasped. “M-make me.”

Jean spit on your pussy and pulled away. His thumb was the only contact on your skin as he dragged it on your plush lips, achingly slow.

“Make you take it?” He laughed and watched you shudder under him, stroking his cock at the sight.

“Uh-huh,” you spread your legs wider, desperate.

Your cunt was coated in slick, perfectly welcoming to Jean’s pulsing member when he finally slid it inside you. It was too easy, too sweet, and his vision blurred as he pushed your legs far back, squeezing your thighs as he fucked you. He watched your features contort as you whined with every movement, and admired how your cunt swallowed his length eagerly.

“Good girl.. Fuckin’ champ, aren’t you?” Jean’s breathing was ragged.

He supported himself against the window and wrapped his free hand around your neck. You felt every inch of him as Jean pounded you in the backseat, primal moans and low rumbles escaping his throat as his hips stuttered.

“Give it to me,” you whimpered, wanting as much of him as you could get.

“Take my fucking cock, baby, come on—” He watched it move between your slippery lips, vanity and pride burning in his chest. You were so willing and sweet, so needy for him, he loved making you his. He kissed your forehead, the gentle motion paired with the sinful act bringing you closer and closer to bliss. ”You wanna have my kids, sweetheart?”

Your hips bucked at the thought.

“Get all filled up, hm? Y’know I’d do anything to make my girl smile..” He let go of your throat, and rubbed your leg as he propped your ankles onto his shoulders, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Y-yes!“ You were seeing stars. Your body jerked under him and you struggled to keep your eyes open. You begged, chanting his name and pleading shamelessly as Jean impaled you on his cock.

“You’re so tight,” he shuddered, his thumbs spreading your ass apart. He loved the full view of your body responding to how he fucked you. Cum ran down your thighs and met his cock, and Jean fucked it all back into you, thrilled just knowing that your spit from the earlier blowjob was reaching deeper inside you with every thrust. He gripped your ass and smacked it, each stinging and resounding in the space, urging him to give you more.

The windows were completely fogged up, the car impossibly hot and the rain muffling your pathetic screams to any passersby.

Jean withdrew his hand and grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head. You felt your knuckles brush the window and his thumb stroke your skin, as if he were comforting you while he ravished your insides.

Your hips stuttered as you pictured his cum in thick white ropes painting the curves of your ass, leaking from your cunt. You lost yourself in the sweet chase for more friction, surrendering yourself to his strength, his control.

“Give it to me—d-daddy,” you whined, creaming around his cock as it slid in and out of you, watching your cunt cling to him.

Jean’s cock twitched inside you at the nickname. It was like you were after his own heart, with your legs spread and eyebrows pinched, and declarations of devotion at both your lips. He cupped your stomach to feel his cock strain against your walls as he reached his peak.

“F-fuck…” Jean buried his cock inside you, emptying his seed deep into your womb.

You bit your lip, rubbing your cunt as his movements finally drove you to your own orgasm. He held you close as you thrashed, fucking you as you rode every wave and until his cock couldn’t take any more.

………

You collapsed in Jean’s arms and your thighs pulsed as you slowly tried to come down to Earth.

“You okay?” He murmured. You could feel his heart beating, racing at first, and slowing as you simmered in the peaceful moment. “You have fun?”

“I’m–you’re, perfect,” you said as you caught your breath. Your muscles ached, and you knew you’d regret the odd position in the backseat later, but it was worth it.

Jean’s skin was damp and you knew that disconnecting from him would be uncomfortable, but for now, you only wanted to stay, take in his smell and admire the sensation of fullness in your belly.

“So much for that movie,” you mumbled, and kissed a random spot on his chest, the nearest to your lips, your fingers curling around his biceps.

“Oh, I know… Another time, love.”