You shove the van door shut behind you and Eddie’s already got his hands on your hips, yanking you into his lap like he can’t wait another second. “Fuck, been thinking about this all day,” he growls against your mouth, voice low and rough. His tongue pushes past your lips, tasting like cigarettes and the cheap beer from the party you just left. You straddle him on the worn-out seat, knees digging into the ripped upholstery, and grind down on the hard bulge in his jeans. He groans, hips bucking up to meet you. “That’s it, rub that pussy on me. Get it wet for my cock.”
His fingers dig into your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. You reach between you, yank his zipper down, and pull his dick out. It’s thick, hot, already leaking at the tip. You wrap your hand around it and stroke once, twice, thumb smearing the pre-cum. Eddie hisses. “Suck it. Now.” You slide off his lap onto the floor of the van, knees on the dirty carpet, and take him in your mouth. He tastes salty, musky. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, bobbing your head while your hand works the base. Eddie’s fingers tangle in your hair, guiding you deeper until the head hits the back of your throat. “Yeah, choke on it. Good girl. Take every inch.”
Spit runs down your chin. He fucks your mouth in short thrusts, cursing under his breath. When he’s close, he pulls you off with a wet pop. “Not yet. Get up here and ride me.” You scramble back into his lap, shove your panties aside, and sink down on his cock in one smooth motion. The stretch burns in the best way. Eddie’s head thumps back against the seat. “Tight little cunt. So fucking wet for me.” You start moving, rolling your hips, bouncing on him. The van rocks with every thrust. Skin slaps skin. Your clit drags against his pubic bone on every downstroke and you moan loud, not caring who hears.
Eddie’s hands slide under your shirt, shove your bra up, and pinch your nipples. “Play with your tits while you fuck me,” he orders. You do it, squeezing them, rolling the hard peaks between your fingers. He watches, eyes dark, then reaches down to rub your clit with his thumb in fast circles. “Come on my dick. Soak it.” The orgasm hits fast and sharp. Your walls clench around him, pulsing, and you cry out his name. Eddie doesn’t stop. He grips your waist and pounds up into you from below, chasing his own release. “Gonna fill you up. Take it all.” He buries himself deep and comes with a guttural moan, hot spurts flooding inside you.
You stay there, panting, his cum leaking out around his softening cock. Eddie kisses your neck, softer now but still filthy. “Round two in five minutes. Turn around this time. I want that ass in the air.” You grin, already shifting to obey. The night’s just getting started.
