Chapter 6: Getting caught

"You like candy, don't you?"

She smirked as he spoke, shaking the extra large bag of Skittles as she shifted on the passenger's seat.

"Yeah."

"You know who else likes candy?" he asked, after she aimed a red Skittle at his open mouth and missed, as usual.

"You?"

"Ants," he replied. "Emma, it will be hell to get rid of the bugs with all the sugar you're throwing around."

"I only missed it twice."

"You missed it way more than twice."

A green Skittle hit him right on the nose.

"I mean, are you even trying?" he chuckled. "Maybe it's time to get you some new glasses..."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious..."

"Maybe if you stopped moving I'd get it right."

"You have one more chance."

She took the bag of Skittles from his hands and kneeled on her seat, a smile curling the corners of her lips.

"Close your eyes," she whispered, and when he had followed her instruction, she placed a piece of candy between her teeth and lowered her lips to his, pushing it into his mouth with her tongue.

"Better now?" she whispered, as he smiled against her lips.

"Much better..."

She felt his hand go up her neck until it was cupping her head, pulling her closer for another kiss. When they broke for air, she put another Skittle between her lips, but this time, when they repeated the procedure, he pulled away quickly, choking and gasping for air.

"If you don't know how to play..." she said, moving back to her seat as she stifled a chuckle, "then just don't."

"Hey, it was your idea!"

"Yeah but I didn't choke."

"I can think of something that would make you choke..." he whispered, wiping away the tears as he caught his breath.

She raised her eyebrows, mouth gaping slightly as she stared at him.

"Pervert..." she whispered, trying to ignore the gentle tingle between her legs.

And then, she let out a sigh, looking out of the window as she put the bag of candy away. Either it was an awfully hot day, or her body was playing a trick on her.

Who was she fooling, anyway? She knew exactly why she felt she was on fire.

She bit her lip when Neal shifted on the seat by her side.

"Sorry," he said, scrunching up his face. "That sounded way less dirty in my mind..."

When she turned to look at him, he was giving her his trademark apologetic look, but the smirk on his lips left no room for doubts.

He was thinking about the same thing she was.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, leaning closer to him with a mischievous smile. "What else is on your mind?"

"You better not know..."

"Tell me..." she purred into his ear, her hand sliding down the front of his T-shirt until her fingers were grasping the fly of his jeans. "Show me what would make me choke..."

"Emma, people can see us."

She glanced at his face and couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes were darting around in concern, and she couldn't blame him, really. Making out inside a car on broad daylight, in front of the city's busiest park on a Friday afternoon... They were asking to get caught.

"They can't see me," she replied, resting her head on his lap as she shifted on the seat so that she was lying on her back, knees bent over the passenger's seat.

"They can see your legs," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-Huh."

"Can they see I'm not wearing panties?"

She looked up at him to see his reaction. It was not as if she needed much visual confirmation, though, given how fast he was getting hard under her touch.

"Jesus, Emma..."

He bit his lip, chest heaving up and down as one of his hands left the steering wheel and made its way to one of her knees. She realized he was trying to look cool and relaxed, as if nothing was really going on as his fingers slid under her dress and over her inner thigh, in case someone was watching. And indeed, it was rather remarkable that he was managing to keep a straight face while she rubbed him over his pants.

When his fingertips finally reached their slick, warm destination, though, he couldn't hold back a moan, and his face gave him away.

"Holy fuck, Emma..."

She saw him bite his lip and the expression of pleasure on his face was probably mirroring hers as his fingers gently slid in and out of her.

"Neal..."

With closed eyes, she raised her hips from the seat to meet his hand, legs quivering in response to his caresses.

For a moment, his eyes darted around again, and after a brief scan of their whereabouts, he unbuttoned his jeans to release a very solid erection from inside his underwear.

"Yeah, baby..." she whispered, fingers wrapping around the throbbing flesh as soon as it came into view. "Gimme that Champ..."

"That what?" he muttered, knuckles white as he clutched the steering wheel for dear life, trying not to let pleasure overpower him as he insisted on looking like just another regular, decent citizen that had gone for a ride in his old VW.

"Champ."

"Champ?" he asked, licking his lips as he looked at her face. "You gave my dick a name?"

"Yeah..." she replied, before letting her tongue slide across his length, flicking it against the slit playfully. "Got a problem with that?"

She saw his eyes had rolled back into his head, and his fingers were now wrapped around her ponytail.

So much for looking life a decent citizen.

"Hmmm?" she insisted, taking the head into her mouth as her eyes searched for his. "Do you?"

"Give it as many names as you want..." he muttered, inhaling deeply as he slowly thrust his hips upwards so that more of his throbbing cock would go past her lips. "Oh shit..."

When she looked up again, there was panic written all over his face.

"There's an old lady looking at me."

She couldn't help but chuckle against his groin.

"It's not funny!" he replied.

"Yeah, it is."

"What should I do?"

"Just smile."

As she spoke, she kept her eyes on his face, eager to see what he could come up with as her hand went up and down his shaft.

"She's still looking..." he said, between gritted teeth.

She took that line as her clue to make his life even harder, and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking it fiercely as she lavished it with her saliva.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, his face slightly contorted in pleasure as his hands curled into fists. "Emma!"

"Is she still looking?"

"Yeah... Wait, I think she's leaving."

"Wave goodbye, then."

"Ha, you're hysterical," he muttered. "Why are you doing this to me?"

She smiled before taking all of his cock into her mouth, making him throw his head backwards as he moaned.

"Excuse me?"

A voice next to them made him jump, and she froze on the spot, with her eyes wide open and fingers wrapped around his fully engorged shaft.

"Sir, can you help us?"

She did not dare to look up to see what was happening, even because his hand was forcing her head down so fiercely she wouldn't be able to move even if she wanted to.

"S-Sure," she heard him stutter.

"Can you tell us where the Children's Museum is? We're from Michigan and we're completely lost!"

Emma had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter rattling inside her chest.

"T-The...The... The Children Museum?" he stuttered again, trying to push her hand away as she stroked him even harder while he spoke. "No, madam... I'm... I'm afraid I'm not. I mean, I don't. I can't."

She could only imagine the woman's face as he staggered on his response.

"I can't because... I'm not from here."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Thanks anyway."

"Alright."

She saw him raise a shaky hand to wave the other car goodbye, and then his eyes were on her.

"Emma, this is-"

Before he could finish his sentence, though, she was back into the game. In one shift move, she tilted her head in a way that all his length slid inside her mouth, and towards her throat. From that angle, she realized they were lucky that the ignition was not on - if it were, the way his foot had just pushed the gas pedal to the floor, they would have flown into the city park.

"God…"

She kept her mouth in place and felt the muscles of his thighs clench as she sucked him harder, completely unaware of what was going on around them as he thrust into her mouth.

Since Neal was just as oblivious to their surroundings as she was, neither of them noticed the IKEA delivery truck that stopped next to them at the traffic light, nor the school bus that drove slowly past as children glanced at the park from behind the windows, a few curious eyes dropping to the yellow car right below and eliciting concerned instructions from what sounded an awful lot like a grown-up.

"Kids! I want you all away from the windows right now!"

"But why is that girl-"

"Katie, I said… away.. from.. the window!"

When Emma finally emerged from his lap, the bus had already left, and Neal still had his eyes closed as he cursed quietly.

"Still not choking…" she whispered into his ear, before nibbling at his earlobe.

His eyes were hungry when he looked at her and helped her steady herself as she prepared to climb onto his lap. At that point, he didn't really look that concerned about the possibility of being caught having sex in the middle of one of the main roads of Portland.

"Are we out of condoms?" he panted, as she straddled him on the driver's seat.

"Yes," she replied, pressing kisses all over his face. "No. I don't know?"

"Can you reach the glove compartment?"

She stretched her arm in a hurry and fumbled with all sorts of papers and packages before finding what she was looking for.

"Let me put it on you…"

He brought her mouth to his and they kissed as she rolled the condom down his shaft, eliciting hoarse moans from him as she panted into his mouth, the corners of her mouth curling up in a smile as she held his cock and lowered her dripping wet sex onto it.

"Oh, baby…"

She cupped the back of his head as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, sighing.

"This is crazy…" he whispered, although by now not really bothering to scan their whereabouts. A yellow bug rocking the way it probably was would give them away no matter how decent he tried to look, so why even try?

"I know…" she whispered back, as sweat trickled down her forehead.

"Oh God, we're gonna be arrested…"

"Then be fast, baby…"

"No…"

"Yeah…"

"No… I wanna see you come," he panted.

She gave him a searing kiss as she led one of his hands to the spot where their bodies were connected.

"Touch me."

"Like this?" he asked quietly, as he tickled her clit with a timid gesture.

"Harder."

"Better?"

"Harder, Neal!"

"Oh God…"

She squealed when he followed her instructions and gave her inner lips a firm squeeze.

"Yeah… Yeah, Neal, don't stop…"

Her pulse was racing. By now, she really didn't care if the cops had already been called after some mortified family pressed charges for their public indecency.

"Neal…"

She was riding him as hard as she could, feeling a tidal wave of pleasure boiling up in her lower stomach.

"Neal."

He was kissing her neck, his heavy breathing making her shudder as she reached her peak.

"Neal! Oh my God…"

"Mom?"

"What?"

"Mom?"

Her eyes shot open when she finally recognized her son's voice.

She, however, did not find the courage to turn to look at him, not after he had just walked into.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, kid… How… How long have you been here?" she said, pulling the covers up to her nose.

"I woke up when you started screaming."

Oh dearest mother of God. She felt her face was turning purple with embarrassment, so she simply sat up and covered her eyes in an attempt to hide her pink cheeks from the boy in pajamas standing by her side.

"Were you dreaming of dad?"

"What?"

She finally turned to look at him, and saw him look back at her with a frown.

"You were calling his name. Was he hurting you?"

"Uh… No, no… He wasn't… hurting me," she said, blushing fiercely as she remembered what he was actually doing.

One day, she would have that talk with her son, but definitely not that day.

Not when she realized, with a great amount of concern, that even though it was Henry's father's name she was calling in her dream, the face that actually flashed before her eyes was that of the same stranger that had been in her dream the night before.