"The car park was deserted, shadowy. They crossed to the left-hand corner, not speaking, not touching. Tamar unbuttoned her coat as they walked and let it hang open as she unfastened her jeans. As she unlocked the door, she heard a rustle behind her, but didn’t turn round. That would be Reed retrieving a condom.
Opening the rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,” Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of her thighs, already wet, and toyed with her soft folds.
Reed groaned, his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust. Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking close—tingling, aching, needing, yes—
“Oh!” Reed gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position. Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor - and swiftly re-fasten his jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as another stab of pain wracked her body. Reed’s ritual had done her back no favours."