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The group of six stumbled out of the concert venue, laughter spilling into the night as the traces of high-energy music, alcohol and weed lingered in their system. Raven was the punchline of the moment, her earlier accident of throwing up on the girl she was about to hook up with now a source of constant jokes.
“You should’ve seen her face! I wish I’d recorded it,” Zane cackled.
“Fuck off, dude,” Raven groaned, her hand pressed to her temple. “It’s bad enough my head’s spinning… Ugh , and my ears too.”
The group roamed toward the parking lot, where Wasteland leaned casually against his signature car—his pride and joy, and possibly his true love, given how much time he spent with it compared to his girlfriend, Erika.
“So, here’s the plan,” Wasteland declared, his keys jingling as he unlocked the car. “We’re hitting McDonald’s. Get to the highway; it’ll be faster.”
“Sure thing,” Duncan, one of the guys replied back, following the group with a casual shrug.
Wasteland’s attention shifted to him, the newest addition to their crew. “So, man, what do you think? Did the music flow through you?”
“It was fine. Just wish the singer wasn’t so wasted. Guy was practically swallowing the mic.”
“Yeah, but that’s part of the charm,” Wasteland chuckled. “If you want clean vocals, stick to the CD.”
“Sure,” Duncan muttered, keeping his real thoughts to himself.
Industrial new wave wasn’t exactly his scene. The music had its moments, but most of it felt like background noise for people looking to get high and lose themselves in it. He wasn’t against intensifying the vibe, but if the band needed its audience to be wasted just to enjoy their set? Nah, pass.
“Hey,” a voice broke through his thoughts. Gwen, the goth girl walking beside him, jabbed his arm lightly. “Don’t let him get to you. Wasteland’s alright, but he goes full-on fanboy for his favorite band, defending them like his life depends on it.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Duncan replied, glancing at Wasteland. “Guy’s dressed like a roadie. Bet he’d join them on stage if they asked.”
The girl laughed, her steps slightly unsteady as they reached his car. Duncan unlocked the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, while Gwen settled into the passenger side.
The other two in their group, Raven and Zane—a couple practically glued together—climbed into the backseat with barely a word.
“This is a nice car,” she remarked, her eyes trailing over the interior with some curiosity. “Where’d you get it?”
“Borrowed,” Duncan replied with a smirk, gripping the steering wheel. “Someone owed me a favor.”
“Hm, as long as it’s not stolen,” she teased, her tone light but edged with awful past experiences.
“Not this time,” Duncan muttered under his breath, starting the engine with a casual shrug. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the couple in the back. They were already entangled, unaware of the world around them. “Is this your usual scene?” he asked, steering onto the road.
“Hm?” Gwen turned her head toward him, pulled from her thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I’m usually the odd one out. You’ve got Tweedledum and Tweedledee back there doing… whatever that is, and then there’s the constant back-and-forth drama between Erika and Wasteland.” She offered a small shrug. “But hey, at least I’m not stuck watching bands alone.”
“Fair enough,” Duncan said, his lips growing into a faint smile.
“What about you? How’d you end up with us?”
“I’m usually the weed guy at concerts I don’t care about. Wasteland wouldn’t let up until I agreed to join this time,” he explained with a slight roll of his eyes.
“Hm, careful,” she said with a chuckle. “He might be angling for a discount on the goods.”
“Believe me, I’ve had a few freeloaders try,” Duncan replied dryly, shaking his head. “But nah, I didn’t have anything better to do tonight. And you guys seem… alright. Except for these two, they’re starting to pissed me off.” He threw a pointed look over his shoulder, cringing at the exaggerated wet noises coming from the back seat. “ Tsk , feels like I’ll need to take this car in for a deep clean after tonight.”
Gwen snickered, following his gaze. “Typical Friday for me.”
The convoy of cars rolled into the McDonald’s drive-thru, their headlights brightening through the dim night. Duncan glanced sideways at Gwen. “What’re you having?”
“Combo three, with a Diet Coke. Thanks.” she said casually, leaning back into her seat.
“Got it.” He shifted his focus to the backseat. “What about you two lovebirds? Anything off the menu?”
The only response was the muffled sounds of the couple’s ongoing make-out session. Gwen stifled a laugh, glancing at Duncan. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re not ordering.”
“They’ve already had their snacks,” he shot back, smirking as they both burst into quiet laughter.
Minutes later, with their food in hand, Wasteland’s and Duncan’s cars parked side by side in the lot. The rich aroma of fast food filled the air as they ate up their meals.
“This shit’s still good,” Duncan muttered through a mouthful, clearly savoring every bite.
“Haven’t had a burger in a while?” Gwen asked, her tone curious.
“I’m not usually the one who pays for it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oops, sorry, did I ruin your streak?”
“Nah, I don’t mind breaking it to buy a hot girl dinner,” he said casually, watching as a faint smile grew across her face.
As they finished their burgers, Duncan’s attention shifted to the backseat. The couple behind them had become progressively louder, their boldness growing by the second. Finally, his patience snapped.
“Hey!” he barked, twisting around. “If you two are fucking, take it somewhere else.”
One of them finally spoke up from the backseat. “Come on, don’t be such a do—”
“My car, my rules.” Duncan cut them off sharply, his tone firm.
The couple groaned but reluctantly slipped out, slipping toward either the cold concrete bench or the shadowy woods nearby to continue their mating.
“And here,” Duncan added, tossing the crumpled wrappers and empty cups toward them. “Make yourselves useful. Throw this out while you’re at it.”
After this, he probably wouldn’t be invited back—but judging by the night so far, he wasn’t losing much. Except for the pretty girl in the passenger seat, she seemed cool enough to make it worth sticking around. Maybe he’d shoot his shot in a few minutes.
“Gee, I’ve never seen anyone handle them so easily. They’re usually a total pain,” Gwen chuckled, watching her friends make the slow, awkward walk of shame toward the trash can.
Duncan scoffed, sounding low and amused. “You get used to dealing with people like that.”
The two left in the car slipped into an easy rhythm, their banter flown naturally as the radio crackled to life. They debated about their favorite bands, throwing playful jabs back and forth about each other’s taste in music.
As the chatter faded, Duncan reached for his stash, pulling out a premium-quality blunt. Lighting it with practiced ease, he took a deep drag before offering it to her. Gwen hesitated but eventually accepted, the cabin quickly filling with a hazy cloud.
The conversation picked up again, and Duncan casually dropped the fact that he played in a band, his tone cocky but undeniably proud. Gwen tried to play it cool, but something about the way he said it—and the grin he wore—sent a thrill through her.
“So, you play guitar?” she asked, her curiosity piqued, her gaze openly scanning him now.
“Yeah, from time to time,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. But he caught her aroused glances, it made the corners of his lips curve into a knowing smirk. “When the band’s in the zone, we move crowds.”
“Hm,” Gwen mused, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes flicked to Wasteland’s car parked beside them, its rhythmic rocking and fogged-up windows leaving little doubt about what was happening inside.
The absurdity of the situation made her grin as an idea formed in her head.
Turning back to Duncan, she raised an eyebrow, her voice teasing. “So… do you wanna do it?”
Duncan arched an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Wow. I mention I play guitar, and you’re ready to jump me? Knew all the girls were secretly groupies.”
“Okay, screw you ,” Gwen shot back, crossing her arms with mock offense. But the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.
He laughed, the sound infectious and easy. “Relax, I’m kidding. But hey, I get it. I’m hard to resist.”
“Whatever,” She scoffed, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. Maybe it was the alcohol or the weed, but she found herself more willing to play with the wolf. ‘Why not? He’s hot.’
She bit her lip, a playful smirk forming as her eyes locked onto his. There was a spark of mischief there, daring him to take the leap.
Their eyes met, and neither of them needed to say a word. Their lips met in a firm movement as if this kiss had been inevitable.
Duncan took his time with Gwen, his lips moving slowly against hers while his hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. The move sent a rush through her, twisting her stomach in the best way. Their muffled grunts and the wet sound of their kisses filled the car, mixing with their ragged breaths. Every little noise cranked up the heat between them.
Gwen’s hand found his chest, clutching for balance as she let herself fall into his rhythm. He was definitely in control, and honestly? She didn’t mind one bit.
When he finally pulled back, giving her a second to breathe, he didn’t stop there. His lips teased hers, biting and tugging like he was winding her up for round two.
And round two came fast. His hand moved to her waist, bold and rough, sending sparks through her even through the tight corset she wore. Her heart was racing, her body reacting before her mind could even catch up—she was already planning to straddle him.
Maybe it was the weed, maybe just him, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the moment, caught up in a high only he could deliver.
A soft moan slipped out as his lips trailed down her neck, his hand roaming from her waist to her thighs, grabbing and squeezing everything in its path.
“Fuck, you’re good,” she breathed out, the words spilling from her lips before she could think twice. He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending a fresh wave of shivers through her.
She grabbed his hand, guiding it higher. No hesitation. Her skirt was shoved up to her waist, stockings framing the edge of purple lace. His fingers traced the elastic, pausing.
“You’ve got another pair, right?” he teased, voice sharp and wicked.
“Ahm—” she started, but the answer never came. He tore through the stocking fabric with a sudden force, nearly toppling her in the process.
“Shit!” she gasped as his hand slid firmly against her bare skin. Rough, deliberate. His palm traveled up her thigh to her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her arch into him. Breathless, they locked eyes, the tension crackling in the space between them.
“Come on,” he said, his voice steady as he leaned back, effortlessly adjusting the seat until it was practically flat. He sprawled out, one hand outstretched, daring her to join him.
The corset—what a terrible choice for this. It was far more complicated than a bra and not exactly designed for spontaneity. Then again, Gwen hadn’t planned on connecting this well with a stranger.
Duncan didn’t seem fazed by her outfit. If anything, he was determined to turn it to his advantage. His fingers found the laces at her back, tugging just enough to pull her closer, guiding her with deliberate control. Gwen settled on his lap, rolling her hips playfully.
A groan ripped from his throat. “ Damn , that felt good,” he muttered, voice thick with pleasure.
“It’d feel better without all these clothes in the way,”
He chuckled. “Alright, fair. I’ve had my fun—your turn.” His hands shifted to her waist, giving her control.
Her lip caught between her teeth as she rolled her hips again, savoring the way his breath hitched. His grip tightened, matching her rhythm, and their shared moans filled the air. Gwen’s hands wandered over his chest, fingers tracing every contour until they found the hem of his shirt. She pushed it up, exposing the lean muscle beneath, the sight stealing her breath for a moment.
“See something you like?” Duncan rasped, catching her gaze.
“Yeah… but I need a better view.” She tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, nails dragging across his bare chest, leaving red lines in her path.
His groan was immediate, low and gravelly. “So, you’re into that?” she teased, snapping him out of his haze.
“Fuck, yeah. Only an idiot wouldn’t be.” His smirk was cocky, but his voice gave him away.
Gwen’s grin turned wicked. “Good. Let’s take this up a notch.” She leaned in, lips finding his neck, trailing kisses until she reached a sweet spot. Her teeth sank in gently but firmly, leaving a vivid mark behind.
“There,” she whispered against his skin. “So you’ll remember me later.”
Duncan scoffed, shaking his head with a grin. “Shit, you’re a lot less innocent than I thought.”
Gwen leaned back slightly, quirking a brow. “ Oh, really? I kinda thought you’d be rougher.”
His smirk disappeared, replaced with a growl. “Do not fucking test me, sweetheart.”
Before Gwen could say anything, Duncan’s hand was in her hair, gripping tight as he pulled her into a deep, forceful kiss. It was all heat and urgency, leaving zero room for second thoughts.
Things escalated fast—restraint went out the window after that first kiss. Their hands were everywhere, greedy and unapologetic, exploring like they couldn’t get enough. The car suddenly felt way too small, but neither of them cared. Nothing else mattered but each other.
Duncan’s fingers brushed over her soaked folds through the thin fabric, and Gwen jumped forward, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. She hadn’t realized how wet she’d gotten from all the teasing, but the sensation was electric.
“What?” he whispered, feigning innocence as his fingers moved in slow, torturous circles. His other hand gripped her waist, holding her steady.
Gwen was already burning, but as he worked her with his fingers, the car filled with her cries and moans. Her body trembled, every spasm threatening to pull her away, but his grip kept her locked in place. Each deliberate motion over her sensitive spot sent her mind spiraling, lost to the intensity of his touch.
“Wait, wait,” she managed to gasp. “If you keep going, I’m going to finish.”
“And? You can’t cum twice?” he teased, his tone smug.
“No, dummy. But the rest of them aren’t going to wait for us.”
“Well, they can watch, right?”
“No!”
“Okay, okay, I’m joking,” Duncan said, though his tone was thick with desperation. Just being this close to her was driving him insane. “C’mon, baby, I’m so hard I’m about to explode,” he groaned, the mental image making her laugh despite herself.
Still gripping her waist, he reached down to unzip his pants, freeing himself quickly. In his rush, he forgot about her underwear still in the way. “Shit, sorry—hang on,” he muttered, sliding it aside in one swift move.
“Slow, please,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady.
“Yeah, yeah. You take over,” he said, barely holding it together.
Gwen smirked at how hard he was trying to behave. She grabbed him, lining his member up before sinking down inch by inch.
“Shit,” she whispered, the stretch making her shiver.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Duncan groaned, his hands gripping her hips to pull her lower. “You’ve gotta be the best car sex I’ve ever had.”
She snorted. “But we’re just getting started.”
“I don’t know, baby,” he started, his voice shaky. She rolled her hips, and his head fell back with a choked, “Holy fuck—please, don’t stop.”
His grip on her tightened as he pushed her to move faster. Gwen braced herself on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his rhythm. The car shook with every movement, their pace speeding up as the heat between them burned hotter. They were caught in the moment, lost in each other, and neither was willing to let go.
Gwen braced herself against the fogged-up windows, her shaky hands smearing the condensation as Duncan’s relentless rhythm wrecked her. The pace he kept was pushing her over the edge, and he knew it—her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the way her body melted under him gave everything away. Every gasp, every moan made him dig deeper, pulling more of those addictive sounds from her.
“God—yes—I’m so close,” she squeaked, her voice breathless and desperate.
Just as she was about to tip over, he switched it up. The hard, pounding thrusts shifted to slow, teasing circles that sent shockwaves through her. Gwen’s back arched as the new sensation hit, her eyes rolling back as unrestrained pleasure ripped through her.
“Oh, fuck—" she cried, trembling. He was in complete control, guiding her pace with astonishing precision.
“Do you want to cum?” Duncan growled.
She nodded frantically, unable to form words.
“ Say it ,” he demanded, his tone teasing but firm. “Come on, tell me .”
“Please,” she whimpered, desperation lacing her voice. “Please—let me come.”
“Put your hands on my chest,” he instructed.
Gwen obeyed without hesitation, pressing her palms to his chest to steady herself as he adjusted. His grip on her hips tightened, and he started moving with a rhythm so intense it stole her breath. She couldn’t even make a sound, her lips parting as silent ecstasy took over and her body shook.
Then it hit her—a tidal wave of pleasure that ripped through her, overwhelming and impossible to fight. Her body spasmed as muted cries slipped out, her hands clutching him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. The waves crashed over her, leaving her undone, trembling in his grasp.
“Ooh, f-fuck,” Gwen muttered, barely able to hear Duncan’s deep grunts in the small, heated space. His slower thrusts drew out every last second of their shared high, the tension unraveling into something softer, sweeter.
“D-damn, that was so fucking good,” Duncan exhaled, still catching his breath as he leaned back against the seat.
“Wait, don’t move yet,” Gwen murmured, pressing a shaky hand to his chest as she tried to steady herself. She shifted slightly, her body still humming with aftershocks. The cabin fell into a quiet calm, their ragged breathing the only sound as they came back down together.
“Baby, we’re definitely gonna need to do that again,” Duncan chuckled, his voice low and satisfied, his eyes still closed.
Gwen let out a soft laugh in response but pushed herself off him with a newfound sense of calm. She slid back into her seat, feeling the warm afterglow settle over her.
As she glanced out the window, she noticed Raven and Zane sitting on the sidewalk, arms crossed and clearly annoyed at having been made to wait. Gwen couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, but next time, let’s skip the audience, okay?”
“I don’t know,” Duncan teased, leaning back with a smug grin. “It added flavor, you know?”
She shot him a sharp look before slapping his leg. “Okay, alright—no extras, got it,” he conceded with a laugh.
They shared a quiet smile as they began to fix their clothes. Duncan grabbed his discarded shirt, pulling it over his head, and zipped his jeans. Gwen adjusted her skirt but frowned at her shredded stockings, the result of Duncan’s earlier enthusiasm. She tried to play it off, but there was no hiding the damage.
Duncan noticed and smirked, his expression far too pleased with himself. “Hey, don’t sweat it. I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“Yeah?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he replied, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “So I can rip them off again and again.” His whisper sent shivers down her spine as he followed up with a few more teasing kisses.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Gwen said, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her. She pushed him back reluctantly, glancing out the window again. Raven and Zane’s sour expressions bore into her like lasers. “There are people waiting on us, remember?”
Duncan turned to look at the disgruntled couple, then smirked smugly. “That’s payback, baby.”