Part 5

Elena and Liam

The text came in just after nine the next morning.
Lunch today? Meet me at my job site at 12:15. Park near the trailer. Wear a dress. No panties.
My stomach flipped. After last night, I thought I’d need time to recover. Instead, heat pooled low in my belly just reading his words.

I spent extra time getting ready. I chose a sleek midi dress in deep charcoal gray — classy but casual, with a modest V-neck, subtle buttons down the front, and a soft fabric that skimmed my curves and fell just below my knees. Underneath I wore a sexy black lace bra that lifted and shaped my breasts beautifully. No panties. Every step reminded me of my bare pussy beneath the dress.

At 12:10 I pulled up to the construction site. Liam was waiting by his truck, still in his work clothes — high-vis vest, tight gray T-shirt, and dusty jeans. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me.
“Get in.”

I climbed into the passenger seat. The moment the door closed, his hand slid under the hem of my midi dress, palm gliding slowly up my thigh until his fingers brushed my naked, already-wet pussy.
“Fuck, Elena,” he growled, voice low and rough. “No panties, just like I asked. Good girl.”

He teased me with one slow circle around my clit, then pulled his hand away. “Not yet. I want you aching by the time we get there.”

He drove us ten minutes off-site to an older parking garage attached to a building still under renovation. It was quiet and dim on the upper level. He backed into a shadowed corner where no one could see us.
The second the truck was in park, Liam reclined my seat a little, pushed my midi dress up to my hips, and spread my thighs.

“Show me,” he said.

I opened wider for him, heart racing. His fingers returned immediately, sliding through my slick folds.
“So fucking wet already,” he murmured. Two fingers pushed deep inside me, stretching my tight walls as he curled them perfectly against that sensitive spot. His thumb pressed firm circles over my clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking me filled the cab.

“Look at you,” he said, eyes locked between my legs. “Sitting here in this classy little dress with nothing underneath, letting me play with your tight pussy in the middle of the day.”

He pumped his two fingers steadily, then faster, working that spot inside me with precision while his thumb never left my clit. My hips started rocking against his hand. The black lace bra felt tight against my hardening nipples as my breathing grew ragged.
“Liam… I’m close—”

“Come,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “Right now. Soak my hand.”

The first orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, thighs trembling as I clenched tightly around his two fingers, pulsing and gushing over his palm. He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting them deep and steady, curling relentlessly while his thumb worked my clit through every wave until I was gasping.

But he still wasn’t finished.

He slowed for just a moment, then started again — deeper, faster, his fingers relentless. “Give me another one,” he growled, leaning over to kiss my neck while his hand worked me mercilessly. “I want this seat wet when you’re done.”

The second orgasm crashed over me even stronger. I moaned louder, back arching, one hand gripping his wrist as my body shook and I came hard again, flooding his fingers and the leather beneath me.
Liam groaned in satisfaction, finally slowing his movements. He eased his two fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while watching me with dark, hungry eyes.

“We’ve got maybe ten minutes left,” he said, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. He slid his hand back between my thighs, gently stroking my oversensitive pussy. “Think you can handle one more before I have to get back to work?”

I was breathless, flushed, and still pulsing… but I spread my legs a little wider.

“Yes,” I whispered.