The engine roared like a beast under us, tearing through the dark Poitou backroads. Rain slicked the windshield, wipers slapping frantic. I was sprawled in the passenger seat, skirt hiked up, panties long gone. Jax’s hand gripped my thigh hard, fingers digging in as he floored it. In the back, Mia—barely 18, wild-eyed runaway like me—moaned low, her hand between her legs, rubbing circles over her soaked shorts.
« Fuck, Jax, slow down, » I gasped, but my hips bucked anyway. His thumb circled my clit, rough, insistent. The car swerved a bit—tires hissed on wet asphalt—and I clenched around nothing, heat pooling deep. Smelled like rain, his sweat, her arousal mixing with stale chips from the glovebox.
He smirked, eyes flicking to the rearview. « Can’t, babe. Those gang fucks are tailing us. Betrayed ’em good—took their cash, their stash. Now it’s you two, me, and the open road. »
That’s how it started, two nights ago. Me and Mia, 19 and stupid, ditched our shitty lives in Poitiers. Hitchhiking, soaked, when Jax pulled up in this beat-up Peugeot. Rough guy, tattoos snaking up his arms, stubble scratching when he grinned. « Hop in, runaways. I need company—gang’s on my ass. »
We did. Dumb, hot, thrilling. First stop, a dingy motel off the N10. Door barely shut, clothes flew. Jax shoved me against the wall, mouth crashing mine—tasted beer and smoke. His hands yanked my top off, nipples hardening in the cool air. Mia watched, biting her lip, then joined, kissing my neck, soft whimpers.
« Strip her, » Jax growled at Mia. She did, trembling fingers peeling my jeans down. I stepped out, naked, pussy throbbing. Jax’s cock sprang free—thick, veined, precum beading. « On your knees, both of ya. »
We knelt on the scratchy carpet. I licked first, flat tongue along the shaft, salty skin twitching. Mia sucked the head, slurping messy, drool dripping. Our lips met around him, tongues tangling over his tip. He groaned deep, fists in our hair. « Fuck yeah… good girls. »
He pulled me up, bent me over the bed. Thrust in hard—no condom, just raw heat stretching me. Slap of skin, wet squelch each pump. Mia under me, licking my clit, her tongue flicking fast. I came first—shaking, walls pulsing, squirting a little on her chin. Tasted my own juices when she kissed me after.
« Switch, » Jax panted. He flipped Mia onto all fours, ass up. I straddled her face reverse, grinding down as he pounded her. Her moans vibrated my pussy—muffled cries, « Harder… oh shit, Jax! » His balls slapped her, rhythm building. Sweat dripped off him onto her back, salty scent thick. I reached back, fondled his sack, feeling it tighten.
Road chase heated it more. Last night, headlights in the mirror—gang closing in. Jax swerved into fields, mud spraying. Parked in a barn, hearts hammering. Adrenaline surged. « Fuck ’em, » he said, yanking us out. Bent Mia over the hood, cold metal on her tits. Fucked her standing, legs shaking. I knelt, licked where they joined—his cock slick with her cream, tangy pussy taste.
Then me, against hay bales. Rough, animal. He lifted one leg, drove deep—hitting that spot, g-spot fireworks. Mia sucked my tits, pinching nipples till I yelped. Climax hit like a wave—screaming his name, body convulsing, juices running down thighs. He pulled out, exploded on our faces—hot ropes, bitter cum we licked off each other.
Now, highway again. Mia climbed front, straddling him while driving—dangerous, hot. Her ass bounced, tits jiggling. I fingered her from behind, thumb on her hole. He came grunting, filling her—cream pie leaking. We laughed, breathless, as dawn broke over vineyards.
We’re free. For now. God, the rush… still dripping.