Chapter 15: Cock-Starvation
The engine’s metallic cough died instantly as Martin fumbled with the key. Before the silence could solidify, Ellie’s hand was on his thigh, fingers scrabbling urgently at his belt buckle. Her breath hitched, ragged and hot against his neck. "Wait," he started, his voice thick with exhaustion and the lingering horror of the parking lot.
She didn’t wait. Her trembling fingers found the zipper of his pants, yanking it down with surprising force. The rasp was loud in the confined space. Martin flinched as her cool hand pushed past the waistband of his boxers, closing around his flaccid cock. It was damp, sticky with the residue of Victoria and Ellie’s own tears and saliva. He choked back a protest.
Then her head dipped. Her warm, wet mouth sealed over him. Not tentative, not exploratory – but with a raw, hungry suction that made him gasp. His cock jumped against her tongue, thickening rapidly under the sudden, desperate heat. Her moan vibrated through him, deep and guttural, muffled by his flesh. Her other hand, frantic beneath the bunched fabric of her own skirt, worked furiously between her legs. The slick, rhythmic sound of her fingers plunging into her own wetness mingled with the wet noises her mouth made on him.
She pulled off for a second, gasping for air, her eyes wide and feverish in the dim dashboard light. Saliva slicked her chin. "Need to taste you," she panted, her voice hoarse, unfamiliar. "After… after watching her. Watching Victoria ride you." Her gaze burned into his, devoid of its usual anxiety, replaced by a dark, possessive intensity that was terrifying. "Taste her on you. Taste what she made you feel." Her head descended again, taking him deeper, her throat working to swallow him down.
Martin groaned, a sound ripped from deep inside, part agony, part electric shock. His hands flew to the steering wheel, gripping the cool leather as if it were a lifeline. Her assault was relentless, her tongue swirling around his head, then plunging down his shaft, her lips sealed tight. Each pull was an accusation, a demand. He could feel the ghost of Victoria’s tight heat, the echo of her taunts – "Show your pathetic wife what a real cock feels like!" – colliding violently with the reality of Ellie’s mouth, hot and demanding and utterly changed. Shame warred with a sick, clawing arousal. He hardened completely in her grasp, betraying him.
"Fuck, Ellie," he rasped, his knuckles white on the wheel. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing deeper into her throat. She choked slightly but didn’t pull away, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, a challenge in their depths. Her fingers worked faster between her legs, the wet squelching sound obscenely loud, her moans vibrating around his cock. She was close, writhing in her seat, her skirt hiked up around her waist, knees splayed.
"Want you inside," she gasped, releasing him with a lewd pop, saliva stringing from her lips to his glistening cock. Her hand never stopped its frantic pace on her clit. "Now, Martin. Fuck me. Right here. Fuck me better than you fucked her." Her voice was breathless, edged with a frantic jealousy he’d never heard before.
Before he could process the demand, she was moving. With surprising agility, she clambered over the center console, ignoring the awkward angle, the gearshift digging into her hip. Her skirt tangled around her legs. One knee planted on the passenger seat, the other swung over his lap, straddling him. The vinyl seat creaked under their combined weight. He could smell her – the musky scent of her arousal mixing with the stale sweat and sex from the parking lot, the lingering synthetic tang of Victoria’s perfume still clinging faintly to his skin. Ellie’s face was flushed, her short blonde hair sticking to her temples, her eyes wild. She grasped his cock, still slick from her mouth, and positioned him at her entrance. She was drenched, her wetness coating him instantly.
"No," she breathed, seeing him tense. Her free hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Don’t think. Just fuck me." She sank down hard, impaling herself on his length with a single, forceful movement.
"Fuck!" Martin cried out at the sudden, intense pressure. She was hot, incredibly tight, her inner walls clenching spasmodically around him. He could feel the tremors running through her, see the frantic pulse in her neck. She started riding him immediately, her hips rolling and grinding down onto his cock with a ferocity that stole his breath. The console pressed painfully into his side, the steering wheel dug into his back. It was awkward, cramped, the confines of the car amplifying every sound, every sensation. Her breasts bounced against his chest with each downward thrust.
"Harder!" she demanded, her voice cracking. Her nails scraped against his scalp as she pulled his head back, exposing his throat. "Like you did with her! Fuck me harder, Martin! Show me!" Her rhythm became punishing, slamming herself down onto him, her ass hitting his thighs with sharp smacks that echoed off the car windows. Her wetness flooded around his cock, easing the friction but intensifying the raw, carnal heat. She was a frenzy above him, lost in a storm of possessiveness and pent-up desire unleashed by the night’s brutal catalyst.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in hard, mirroring how he’d held Victoria. The memory sparked something dark and ugly. "Yeah?" he growled, his voice rough. He thrust upwards sharply, meeting her downward plunge, driving deeper. "This what you wanted, Ellie? To see me fuck her? To watch her scream?" He bucked again, harder, making her gasp and claw at his shoulders. "Get you this wet? Seeing your husband pounding another bitch?"
"Shut up!" she screamed, her eyes blazing, but her body betrayed her, clenching around him violently. "Just fuck me! Fuck your pathetic, dirty wife!" Her words were raw, ripped from a place of profound damage and desperate need. She leaned back slightly, using the steering wheel for leverage, changing the angle. Suddenly, his cock slammed against a spot deep inside her that made her entire body arch like a drawn bow. A high, keening wail tore from her throat, utterly unlike any sound he'd heard her make before. Pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
"God, yes! There! Right there!" she sobbed, grinding down onto him with frenzied precision, chasing that exquisite pressure. Her fingers abandoned his shoulders, diving back between her legs to rub furious circles on her clit. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna…!" Her words dissolved into incoherent gasps and shrieks. Her thighs clamped around his hips, her cunt gripping his cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves that felt like they were milking his soul out through his shaft. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream, body rigid as the orgasm slammed through her with seismic force.
Martin watched, transfixed and horrified. This wasn't his anxious, frumpy Ellie. This was a stranger convulsing in savage pleasure on his lap, her body a vessel overflowing with a darkness the parking lot had cracked open. He felt his own climax rising, an unstoppable tide fueled by her violent release, the tight, wet clutch of her spasming cunt, the sheer, mind-shattering wrongness of it all. He thrust upwards blindly, desperately, chasing the oblivion promised by the surge building at the base of his spine.
Ellie collapsed forward onto his chest, boneless, shuddering, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps against his neck. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat. She felt like she’d been unmade. Under her, Martin’s own release crested. He slammed deep one last time as his cock jerked, spilling into her while she trembled through the aftershocks. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by their harsh breathing and the faint hum of a distant streetlight. The air inside the car was heavy with the stench of sex, sweat, and the lingering ghosts of the asphalt arena just outside the windshield. Martin stared blankly over Ellie’s shoulder at the cracked vinyl of the passenger seat, his arms limp at his sides, the taste of copper and something hollow filling his mouth. The engine remained silent. The night pressed in.