Just a short one shot
He hears the sound of a loud exhaust coming up quick behind him and checks his rear view, headlights glaring through the darkened glass. A FRS pulls up to the red light on his left, purring like the kitten it is. Not bad, he thinks, the streetlamps illuminating the streamlined little car, kinda girly purple if he's seeing correctly, nothing that can keep up with his EVO, but he must admit it's got a nice paint job.
Just then the passenger window rolls down and surprise, surprise, based on the silhouette, it's a girl behind the wheel. He grins at the open road fronting them, an easy straight shot for a couple miles. He's never come across a girl with skills behind a wheel, Most of them with nice cars, it's all show, no action. 'Let's just see what this chick's got.'
He looks over, and now her overhead light is on, air catching in his throat for the girl smirking back at him is fucking gorgeous! Blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and big brown eyes, twinkling each time it catches the light of a passing motorist.
The light turns green and she winks stomping her gas. 'What the! Damn it!' The roar of her engine catches him off guard and he scream's in his head as her taillights pull ahead at an impressive clip. Gears whining, her shifting is so smooth he barely notices each transition. "Fucking racing clutch!" He had seriously under estimated her!
One hand gripped to his steering wheel, the other flying through the gears as quickly as his body and machine can react, there's no way this girls gonna school him! Yes! He chants in his head as he closes the gap, but he's so focused on winning he fails to realize the FRS is slowing down and as he pulls alongside it, she paces him, still grinning. What the hell is this chick up to?
She blows him a kiss and with the wave of her fingers, flips on her NOS. His eyes widen at the familiar sound but instead of anger, his heart skips a couple beats, Holy shit, this has gotta be his dream girl!
The taillights of her car rapidly shrinking from view, snaps the young man back to reality, he drops gear and hauls ass after her but shit, she's already so far ahead he can't see the car! If only it wasn't nighttime!
Natsu slows down, cursing internally at his stupid competitive side. Then again, he had so easily fallen into her trap and lost focus, but hell, what straight shooting male wouldn't have? Cursing, that's exactly what she had planned for, funny how that notion makes him chuckle, he'll never under estimate a girl again.
As he rounds a bend in the road, he squints, is that a mirage? Leaning against a car under a lamppost, the outline of a female with blonde hair blowing gently behind her slowly comes in to focus. He grins and mutters a quick thanks to his lucky stars.
He pulls in front of her to cut off any quick escape attempts and without even turning off his engine, hops out of his car to confront the racer. She makes no effort to move, simply props her back against her door and leans casually with her head tilted in pride. "Aww big boy," voice dripping with amusement at the stomping gait of his walk, "sore loser?"
"Tch!" In seconds he's chest to chest with the woman, hands planted on her cheeks, "just the opposite." Crashing his lips into hers, a startled shriek gives way to muffled groans from both parties. Lucy thinks she's going crazy, this guy just hauling off and kissing her! But such persuasive kisses, and the force driving it, damn if it doesn't just make her melt! Her fingers hesitate before weaving through his salmon hair, giving in to the immediate attraction.
That's his cue, he may not have won the race, but he's got her hooked now! Trailing his lips along her jaw, he moves his hands lower, daringly along the curve of her ass, will she bite? She shifts her hips allowing the weight of her pelvis to press against the thigh he had somehow snaked between her legs.
More groans as the blonde bares the taut crook of her neck to him, inviting his mouth to venture further, and he doesn't disappoint. He lifts one of her legs, guiding it up and by instinct it hooks around his thigh. His hand slides back slowly along her silky skin, to reach under and beneath her skirt once more.
She gasps lightly and looks to his face indignantly that he would go this far in public but all she's met with is the brazen flash of his canines when she feels his fingers slipping dangerously close to her thong. "Tsk, tsk," he nips her bottom lip, "you make it so easy for me Luce, and looky," running his finger over the thin, damp fabric, "it's like she's begging for it."
"N-Natsu, don't you…" too late, his finger slips into the entrance without any difficulty. Her knees buckle, and his other hand must focus on holding her up. "Natsu… you asshole!" But her whimpers and moans say otherwise so he continues, pumping one, then adding a second digit to the assault. So torn, she doesn't want him to stop and yet all the while the blonde silently prays the dark country road stays barren.
"Please… Natsu, not here…"
"Why not?" mumbling though the kisses, "It's kinda exciting."
"W-What if someone comes along… Can't we at least get off the main highway!"
Exhale, "Ugh fine!" he finally releases the frazzled girl, "like where?"
"Um," she nibbles her bottom lip while she smooths down her skirt, "I think there's a road about half a mile up on the right that's a dead end."
"You are killing me babe!" He opens her door, "Hurry up and let's go, before I get any bluer."
She giggles at that last comment but before he can retort simply gets into her car and fires up the engine burning rubber into the night. Natsu runs back to his own car and peels out behind her. Sure enough, a turn off to an unlit road comes up and he follows until they hit the dead end.
Turning off their cars they get out but this time it's the blonde who pins him to his car. "Okay resume," she teases.
"Ooh you little brat!"
"Your fault for spoiling me!"
Sigh, "Fuck if that ain't the truth."
He turns her around and puts her hands on the roof of his EVO. This is not the time for long dalliances, his cock is already throbbing and demands relief now. Undoing the button and zipper he shifts the offending fabric to ride his thighs then goes back to lining up her pelvis with his own.
But the blonde is already a step ahead, having slipped off her underwear before getting out of her car, she arches her back and fixes their lack of skin to skin contact. He grins and slips his cock through her slick folds until hilted deep within the channel. She groans, muscles stretching and relaxing to accommodate, and braces, fingers gripping to the door frame. "Eh, try not to scratch my car please."
"Tch, just focus on your job," but she purposely taps her nails on the paint.
"Oh, that's it Princess, you asked for it!" Lucy giggles even though he practically growled at her. It's just too easy to get him to do what she desires and right now, what her core requires is a good 'ole fucking.
Hard and rough he drives over and over deep though her walls with his nails dug into her waist or hip, wherever the hell it slips to along the sweat covered surface. Lucy locks her knees and braces her upper body from crashing into the car, or he would kill her. She bites down hard on her bottom lip to stifle screams, because as much as she'd love to just go all out, sound seems to travel in the wide-open darkness.
"Damn Luce, how the fuck is it always so tight?"
"Exercise," is all she mumbles
"That… makes no sense."
He groans when she looks over her shoulder and squeezes the inner muscles around his shaft, "You can exercise any muscle in the body."
"Shit," Natsu just rams her harder to wipe the grin off her face, "Not like I'm complaining…"
The glorious friction being generated between each thrust is turning her mind to mush and like a wind-up toy, wound too tight, pretty soon it's gonna spring back. But there's no stopping his impalements, she can tell, grunt for grunt he's just about nearing his limit.
Her body starts to shudder the closer she gets to her climax and he holds on tighter to keep her still. "N-Natsu…"
"Y-yeah I know…"
"Nat..." Lucy's body seizes as the tremors take over control. Her hands flying in front of her face in an effort to create a buffer between it and the metal but the screams she had worked so hard to stifle, now echo into the moonless night.
A barrage of uncontrolled spasms from the blonde, levy against Natsu and strangle his shaft into submission. He unloads, bucking through and fighting his weakening reserves, as garbled sounds more animalistic than human leach from his throat, ending only once he can give out no more.
The full weight of his body slumps against the blonde, knocking some of the wind out of her, and she struggles from collapsing under such a heavy load. "Fuck! Natsu, c-can't breathe!"
"Just… Just let me, catch… my breath woman! I just did all the work!"
