"Sir," Tony handed the bottle of water when Alex wound down the glass.
"Thanks Anthony." Alex shot a killer stare at Tony for unconsciously picking the wrong timing.
Tony felt cold chills run through his veins, his boss seldom called him Anthony, except when he'd done something wrong. In this case, he knew what he'd done wrong. So he obediently when to the drivers seat, ignited the engine and kicked off on the road again.
None of them realized they were being spied upon by somebody sitting in a car parked a few metres from them. The person behind the wheel made a call as Alex and Lara hit the road.
"So where were we?" Alex asked in a deep voice when Lara was done drinking.
"I want to sleep."
And with that she made her self comfortable with her head resting on his lap.
Disappointment was evident on Alex's face. He looked down at her in disbelief, but he decided to repect her decision at his expense though.
Lara smiled internally, even though she still wanted him drilling her, she wanted to torture him a little. She felt his member grow beneath her.
She intentionally made sure her cheek rested on his hardness. She would shift from time to time, pretending like she was uncomfortable. With every movement, his length grew, even his breath increased. She could sense how much he was trying to put himself in order, to no avail. She liked that she had that kind of effect on him.
She ran her hand up and down his thighs, squeezing his lap lightly.
"Please stop doing that if you really value your sleep right now." He managed to say in a hoarse voice.
"Doing what?" She feigned ignorance.
"Lara Miles… don't tease me." He said sternly in a lust filled voice.
She went ahead and squeezed his thighs again, this time harder.
He grabbed her hand firmly.
"Hey…" she raised her head, used her free hand to slap off his hand from her other hand. " Am I not allowed to feel my boyfriend anymore? I bet you didn't slap Claire's hand when she did this."
She had no idea why she said that, she regretted it the moment she aired those words, but the deed had already been done.
"I smell jealousy." Alex called her out.
"I'm a woman, I have the right to be." Lara defended poorly. "Plus She's hot too." She grumbled, tugged her hair behind ear and laid back on his lap.
Alex felt a pinch of guilt for a second.
"You have every right to be jealous, but not because of a girl like Claire. You are everything She's not." He tried to make her feel better. He rubbed her arm lovingly before bending down to place a kiss on her head.
"Yeah, like hot and graceful and carefree and rich." Lara mumbled sadly.
"Did I ever tell you how hot you look even when you walk up to your door with all the tiredness and your disheveled hair." Alex turned her so that she was looking straight up at him.
She looked up at him softly.
"Did I mention how beautiful you look when you stare at me like this?" He spoke softly, brushing the back of his fingers on her cheeks.
She blushed.
"When I said 'I love you', I meant every word, and believe me or not, I've never said those three words to any othe woman, except my mom."
"Really?"
"Yes Lara. You are special in every way."
"You really surprised me every day, you know?" She smiled.
"I surprise you?" Alex asked, not sure exactly what she meant.
"Yeah, I never thought you could be this romantic and patient." She commented. She stretched her hands and brushed her fingers through his beard lovingly.
"I'm a very romantic guy, hold on, is that how low you think of me?" He asked in disbelief.
"Not low, but you were always like this badboy type of guy, and the bike too."
"What about the bike?" He pressed.
"I thought you were a member of a gang or something." She laughed at her own words.
"What?" Alex asked in astonishment.
A smile light up his face.
"Don't blame me."
"But I've got no tats." He defended.
"How was I to know, I never really saw you in short sleeves, talk less of being naked." She was still chuckling especially with how stunned he looked.
"Oh, you want me to take off my clothes?" Man of opportunity, he'll never miss a chance to take advantage of the moment.
She laughed hard. " I've seen you naked countless times, I already got my answers."
"One more time won't hurt."
"If you want to fuck me just say it rather than beating around the bush." She said bluntly.
"You know how much I want to fuck you every minute right?" He bent over and whispered in a strong deep masculine voice.
Anthony took that as the cue to raise the partition and turn up the music.
They both could not remember how and when they took off their clothes, but their naked bodies slapping hard against each other was a powerful detail not to forget.
Alex had her bent over for him with her legs well spread apart, he could clearly visualize her curves and her clearly exposed holes thanks to the hollow she created by dropping her back.
He fucked her doggy style with no mercy. Her screams filled the car as his hard rod pounded her.
He leaned over her, extended his hand and reach for her cunt, at the same time pulling her closer to him by her thighs. He rubbed her clits fervently while pounding her all together.
"Oh, shit! Yes! Yes… fuck!!" She screamed out loud as the build up in the pit of her tummy intensified.
Alex kept on panting and rocking her.
He worked his fingers on her spot and at the same time thrusting in and out of her rapidly, increasing his pace with each thrust.
He groaned in her ear.
She moaned in pleasure.
Both of their breathings became heavier and faster.
Lara moved her hips forward and backward, meeting Alex's thrust half way.
He felt her walls tighten around his length. He gritted his teeth together as he tried to hang on a little longer. He knew she too was close to her release.
"I'm gonna cum." He announced in a jagged voice.
"Yes…."
And with a few more hard uneven thrusts his body collapsed on hers as she convulsed in pleasure.
It was one of those rare moments when they both orgasmed together. All the same, it was as magical as if it weren't just a quickie.
He couldn't keep his hands off her pussy for the rest of the ride. He knew that she was sore, but he loved his fingers in her, the soft and rough walls of her tight vagina closing up on his fingers every time she would come, the way her body convulsed over and over in his arms.
The slurping produced by the movement of his fingers in and out of her wetness, the thought of stretching her more and more each time.
He meant it when he said he'll get her extremely sexauly exhausted before they arrived at Limesville.
He was pleased that she wasn't rejecting him either, she'll welcome his intrusion each time he made a move.
Even if she did not give him a blow job, but she made him cum too just by stroking his massiveness.