By the time they made it to the car, Helen was getting antsy again. She opened her mouth and turned to face Nikola but he was too quick, silencing her with a fiery kiss to which she responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around him as he pushed her against the car.

"Helen," he moaned against her lips, "can we go home now?"

She chuckled but continued to kiss him feverishly, pleased when, despite his request, he returned her kisses. Leaning against her more heavily, Nikola began to grind the bulge in his tailored pants against her, eliciting a few choice curse words from Helen.

"And where exactly did you learn those words?" Nikola said with mock horror, pulling back. Although he was trying to seem like he was in control, Helen could see the passion and lust burning in his eyes.

"Nikola, please," she breathed, arching against him before pulling his lips back down to hers.

His lips moved against hers greedily for a few moments before he pulled back again, lips slightly swollen from their kisses.

"Home," he ordered. "We are not having sex in the parking lot in broad daylight."

A little shocked, Helen looked around to find that yes, they were in fact still in the car park. Somehow she'd managed to over look that tiny detail. Groaning, she pushed him away roughly before stalking to the other side of the car and sliding in. Crossing her arms and legs, Helen couldn't help the pout that was developing. She needed him and she needed him now but it was a 20 minute drive back to her place AND it was late enough in the afternoon for the school rush AND it just so happened that they'd have to drive through no less than three school areas. She almost screamed with frustration, not risking a glance over at Nikola as he slid into the car.

"We'll be home soon," he promised soothingly, reaching out to stroke her knee as he started the car. Even that tiny bit of skin on skin contact was enough to drive Helen up the wall and she let out a soft whimper as her head fell back. Nikola, seeing her discomfort, removed his hand and focused on driving.

Like their trip to the restaurant, their trip home started off silent only this time, the silence was tense and uncomfortable. Helen kept squirming in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to resist the urge to reach over and pull Nikola into another kiss. Biting her lip, she shifted in her seat, turning to look out the window, hoping for a distraction.

"Would you like me to put the radio on?" Nikola asked and she was pleased to hear the husky note in his voice that meant he was just as keyed up as her.

"Please."

He reached over and fiddled with the dial until the car was filled with some terribly cheesy pop song. Out of the corner of her eye, Helen caught Nikola's look of disgust at the music but she was content with the choice. After all, hating the music meant she had something other than what Nikola was going to do to her when they got home, to think about.

"And that was True to Your Heart by 98 degrees with Stevie Wonder!" the cheesy DJ crooned as the music came to a close. "And up next, we've got a little something for those of you having a hard time getting through the day..."

Helen chuckled weakly at the words. They had no idea... As the first beats of the next song floated through the air, Helen felt a prickle of recognition but it wasn't until the voice began to chant 'horny' that she recognized the song.

"You got me horny in the morning and you kno-o-ow. I try to call you but I can't find the telephone. I sent a message through the internet but it rejected. I wrote a letter and I sent it with the po-o-ost."

"You've got to be kidding me," Helen moaned, hitting her head on the headrest.

"Don't you like the song, my dear?" Nikola asked with a chuckle and Helen groaned.

"Hurry up and get me home now," she ordered.

"Or what?"

"Don't test me, Nikola," she warned, squeezing her legs together.

"Or what?" he repeated slowly, grinning smugly.

Growling at him, Helen sat up in her seat, twisted to face him and, before he could even think to defend himself, her hands were working on his belt, quickly moving past it to the button on his pants.

"Helen," he cried in alarm, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Shut up," she hissed as she yanked open his fly and thrust a hand into his boxers. Nikola moaned as she found him already half hard and Helen smiled as she began to stroke him quickly.

"Helen, stop, please," he whimpered, biting his lip as he tried to keep his eyes open.

"Or what?" she asked mockingly as she drew his length out of his pants, allowing her to use both her hands.

"Oh fuck," he breathed and the car suddenly swerved but, instead of dislodging her hands, Helen held onto him tighter, making him hiss.

Her hands began to move faster and faster on him and more curse words slipped through his clenched jaw.

Suddenly, they swerved off the main road and down smaller one, pulling into a deserted car park. Nikola parked in the furthest corner, killing the engine and plunging them into silence. Finally relinquishing his cock, Helen moved back to undo her seat belt as Nikola used the lever to send his chair as far back as the small sports car would allow. In a manoeuvre that she never expected to actually work, she launched herself from her seat, over the divider, and into his lap. She hit her head, banged her knee and slammed her hip into the door but it didn't matter because not one second later he was pushing aside her panties and she was sliding down onto him, a cry wrenched from her throat. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady as they both adjusted to the sensations.

She stayed still for as long as she could but just having Nikola's nails digging into her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, she was on edge. Frantically she began to move in what little space they had but the friction was there and it was delicious. Nikola began thrusting up into her, making her arch her back and hit her head on the low roof.

"Sorry," he grunted as he continued to thrust.

"It's fine," she replied breathlessly before kissing him. Nikola moaned against her lips as she began to grind her hips against his. Tangling her hands in his hair, she deepened the kiss just as his clever fingers reached between them, rubbing her clit through the silk of her panties. All it took were a few well placed strokes and Helen was flying over the edge, calling out his name as her movements became erratic. Her head was hitting the roof and the steering wheel was occasionally digging into her lower back but, as Nikola began to whisper sweet things in her ear it didn't matter. Sparks flew behind her eyelids and her mouth latched on to his neck, muffling her cry as they came together, Nikola's arms coming around her to pull her close.

They stayed that way for a few moments, letting their breathing get back to normal before Helen began to laugh quietly.

"I'm afraid we may have ruined your seats," she said breathlessly with a goofy smile, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"It was worth it," he replied seriously, reaching up to caress her cheek. At the tender gesture Helen's smile faltered and was replaced by something else entirely. She opened her mouth to tell him how much she cared about him, about how much he meant to her but when he smiled softly at her, she could do nothing except smile back.

"Perhaps," he suggested softly, raising a hand to brush her bangs from her eyes, "we ought to head home."

"That sounds like a good idea," Helen agreed before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was soft and sweet and, as she pulled away, shifting awkwardly until she plopped back into her seat with an unceremonious grunt, she felt a kind of completeness that had nothing to do with her earlier orgasm.

"Thank you," she said suddenly, turning in her seat to face him as she pulled her skirt back into place while he straightened up too.

"Any time," he said with a smirk before smoothing down his shirt. She smiled at his attitude, reaching over to smooth down the hair she'd managed to make even more haphazard during their tryst.

"Home?" he asked softly, a mischievous glint in his eye. Crossing her legs to try and stem the fresh blossom of arousal, she nodded vigorously, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. Nikola smirked at her obvious discomfort and reached out to pat her knee condescendingly. "We'll be home soon," he promised with a wink, making her head drop back as a groan slipped through her teeth.

"Turn on the car, Nikola," she warned. He chuckled darkly at her but did as he was told and soon than she expected, they were turning down her street. She could have laughed at the fact they'd just had to pull over not 5 minutes from her house if she wasn't already so keyed up for round two. Only this time, she was hoping for a bit more head room.

Reaching over, Helen placed a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. Nikola snuck a quick glance at her, smiling slightly but he kept his hands very firmly on the steering wheel. She chuckled at him, pleased to see how hard this was for him too but her laughter died as they turned into her driveway.

This is for insufferablyteslen because her foot is sore and elevated above her heart. Feel better soon :)

xx