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[This chapter contains some mature scenes. If it makes you uncomfortable, please skip this chapter.]

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Noah was half kneeling in the legroom of the passenger seat where Jess was, feeling the frustration of not enough space in a sports car. But Jess' soft mew fueled his desires that the constricted space was the last thing in his mind.

In spite of Jess's protests, he nudged her legs to open wider and brought her right leg over his shoulder as he bent down to smell her sweet scent.

When he gingerly dipped his tongue to taste her essence, he found her core was wet and warm.

"No, Noah, I've been all over the place the whole day. I didn't even wash—yet." She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, but her legs and her butt were shaking in delirious anticipation.

"Baby, you smell so good," he mumbled as his mouth was full and his tongue was busy sliding up and down the wall of her wet pussy. He pressed the tiny nub of thousands of pleasure with his thumb, gave it a gentle massage as his tongue darted in and out of her wet opening.

Jess forgot her protest when Noah pressed his nose between her legs and inhaled her womanly scent. She forgot the fact that they were in a parking lot of her work building, that security cameras were on all the time, as she whimpered and buckled her naked ass off the leather seat of his sports car with her hand gripping the back of his head, pressing him to her heated core.

"Noah, please," she moaned, begging. She was shamelessly begging for more because she could feel the need inside her building up and was about to burst like a balloon pricked by a needle— at any given moment. It just needed one more push and she would shatter.

Noah heeded the need she was seeking, he quickened his licking of those throbbing walls of hers, and when Jess groaned, grabbing a clump of his hair and cursed loudly inside the small space of his sports car, Noah inserted his finger inside her wet opening. One finger slid it smoothly and easily for she was so wet, he got so excited he sucked her clit.

Jess's curses echoed inside the car, and then, her cursing abruptly changed into begging, and calling the god's name as Noah put one more finger in, while he slurped her wet pussy like a cat that hasn't fed for days!

Jess whimpered and squealed as she buckled her ass and pushed the back of Noah's head to the middle of her thighs as she trembled, moaning, and panting as she was hit by her delirious orgasm.

"Noah—aghhh," she screamed. Her whole body shook with the intensity of her release and her body went limp. She was so out of herself that when Noah lifted half of his body, from the floor of the sports car, to hover over her, she was like a drowning person; she quickly grabbed Noah's shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Noah was unprepared from the sudden movement from Jess, his whole weight fell down on her, yet she didn't complain, just groaned and cupped his jawline to kiss his mouth where she tasted her own musky scent from his mouth.

The sports car was filled with their soft muffled groans and moans, alternating with some loud thud and curses from both of them. The frustration of not being able to move just added to the thrill that when Jess's hands clumsily grabbed the zipper of Noah's pants, he chuckled because Jess cursed so loudly, he never expected such words to come out of her mouth.

Within a few tries, a lot of shifting of body weight, and trying the best way to get comfortable, Jess finally was able to take out Noah's hard cock.

Noah tried to wiggle to have his pants down before he positioned the head of his cock, glistening with pre-cum, right in front of Jess opening, and without preamble, he pushed and grunted when he felt the wetness of Jess engulfed his shaft.

Hee thrust and pulled, knee slightly bent on the edge of the passenger seat. He has Jess's legs folded in half, her knees drawn closer to her chest, and Noah, despite the cramped space, hit Jess's special place that made her groan and gasp for air, begging for more.

Noah moved in forcefully, rocking the sports car that if someone would pass by and saw the car—they wouldn't need an explanation to know what was happening inside.

And yet, both of them were far down below with their primal needs, none of them think of the possibility of being seen or caught —or maybe they do, just that they don't care anymore.

The soft panting became hurried and ragged and before they knew it, both of them were screaming each other's name. Noah swiftly pulled out because his shaft was undressed and unprotected.

His car no longer has a condom stash for he was no longer a teenager that was always thinking of an opportunity to get laid, besides, car sex was only fun and thrilling in one's imagination, but in real life, it is uncomfortable and a pain in the ass —that was what he thought, until tonight.

Jess drove him insane. His animal instinct overtook the rational part of his brain. And car sex has never been this fantastic from his previous experience.

Given the narrow space they had, he helped Jess up as he rolled to his side, gently making sure Jess lay comfortably on top of him.

Jess, still panting, buried her face on the crook of his neck. He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss on her temple as he whispered, "Fuck, Miss Zimmerman, you're incredible."

Jess pressed a kiss on his neck and giggled like a child, "I never thought car sex could be this fun."

Noah scoffed, "Don't tell me you are developing a kink?"

"Are you complaining? It would be your fault if I do get a kick out of having sex in public places."

A peal of laughter escaped his chest, he tightened his arms around her back. "Hey, is it your first?" he asked, teasing.

"Is that a bad thing?"

Hearing the hesitation in Jess' voice, his hands caressed her back, "Hell, no, baby! You are awesome and I'm glad I lived up to your expectations."

"Hm-mmm," she murmured against his damp skin. "I'm so sleepy now."

Noah pressed a button on the side of the seat, to raise it into an upright position. "Let's take you home, then," he muttered under his breath, kissing Jess' still flushed cheeks.

"Can you move a little? I need to change seats."

"Is it too bad of me, if I don't want to move right now?" she murmured, nuzzling the base of his neck."

"Baby, it would be the best thing ever. But, if I don't move now, there is no way for me to drive us home."

"Five minutes," she pouted and tightened her arms around Noah's neck, refusing to let him go.

Noah chuckled, amused by Jess's antics. 'His minx was just so adorable.'

He didn't move from the passenger seat, hugging Jess who was relishing the afterglow of her orgasm, refusing to move, acting like a child. He wasn't complaining though. It felt so good to have Jess in his arms.

He's going to miss this the moment she stepped away from him. He wondered how he would survive with Jess away from his touch and sight for weeks!

With her, plastered on his body, just thinking of her going away, he's already missing her.

'Noah, you're screwed. Miss Tiefenbacher had you putty over her hands.' He grinned with the thoughts on his head. He wasn't worried about being screwed since it is Jess. He would love to get screwed over and over by Jess.

After five minutes or so, Jess lifted her face from his neck and stared at his face. "Let's go home."

Noah's heart was enfolded with warmth with what Jess said. They will go home now. Together. The two of them. Noah never felt so happy and fulfilled in his life other than now and the day he first held Lucille in his arms.

He drew Jess closer to his chest, he felt like asking for a five minutes extension too. The only reason why he didn't was, he knew Jess was exhausted since she worked long hours today.

Another reason was, he wanted to bring her home and savor longer hours of them, cuddling together in the comfort of his king-sized bed than the cramped passenger seat of his sports car.

"Yes, baby. Let's go home," he cupped her face and pressed a gentle kiss on top of her cupid bow.

With Jess writhing on top of him, he felt like he had to fix the half-hard shaft he was sporting in between his legs.