The sky was still pale when Celeste stepped out of the house with her bag. Dew clung to the grass, and the early air was cool against her skin. Her parents stood by the door—her mother with arms crossed loosely, her father holding a tumbler of coffee.
Ash was already waiting by the car, double-checking the trunk. He gave her a small smile when she approached.
"You good?" he asked.
Celeste nodded.
"Yup!"
She turned to her parents. No speeches. No drawn-out goodbyes. Just a few words exchanged quietly.
Her mom told her to text once they arrived.
Her dad patted Ash on the shoulder,
"Drive safe."
And that was it.
Ash opened the passenger door for her. She climbed in without looking back.
The road out of the province was calm. Rows of trees lined both sides, and the occasional motorbike zipped past. The farther they drove, the more the town faded into hills and scattered fields.
Celeste sat with her elbow propped on the window, chin resting on her hand, hair tousled by the wind.
Ash was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other fiddling with the radio. The road between their homes was quiet, peaceful—until they'd reach the city.
They were leaving Celeste's hometown behind.
No tears. No drama. Just the slow fading of mountains and familiar trees as the landscape changed.
Ash glanced at her.
"You okay?"
Celeste yawned.
"Yeah. Just conserving energy before we meet your chaos."
He smiled.
"Fair."
On their way through the quiet roads lined with trees, Celeste suddenly groaned.
Ash glanced at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, voice soft.
Celeste pouted.
"You… me… we never fuck."
Ash's hands twitched on the steering wheel.
He blushed instantly.
"H-Hey…" he stammered, eyes flicking back to the road. "Where did that come from?"
"Can we do it? Right here, right now? As in right now?" she blurted, irritated and impatient.
Ash tried to stay composed, but his breathing grew uneven. His ears turned red.
"Cel… we're still on the road."
"Yuh yuh," Celeste muttered, turning her head to the window, clearly frustrated but understanding.
Ash sighed.
"I…" he hesitated, then admitted, "I also want to do it."
Celeste shifted in her seat a little.
"B-But we couldn't because we were at your parents' house," Ash continued. "I wanted to. Badly. Just as much as you."
Celeste slowly turned to look at him. A small smile tugged at her lips.
"Mmm…" she teased, eyes scanning their surroundings. The road was quiet—no other cars in sight, only trees all around. Private. Secluded.
Without warning, she started unbuttoning her long-sleeved shirt.
"W-What—C-Cel—N-Not now!" Ash fluttered, voice cracking as he glanced over.
But it was too late—Celeste had already slipped off her bra.
Ash snapped.
He turned the steering wheel sharply, pulling the car to the side of the road. Gravel crunched under the tires as he steered into a hidden spot off the main path, surrounded by trees.
The car stopped.
Celeste gulped, but then smirked.
"Whoops," she said innocently, clearly not sorry at all.
Ash stared at her, breath shallow, heart pounding. Slowly, he took off his eyeglasses and set them on the dashboard.
"You really wanna do this here?" he asked, voice low and a little breathless.
Celeste leaned in, her eyes glittering with heat and mischief.
"We've been here," she whispered.
.
.
.
On the backseat, Celeste lay bare, her body flushed and breathless. Her underwear clung loosely around one ankle, forgotten. Ash hovered above her—still clothed, save for his shirt now unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. The fabric of his dark slacks brushed against her thighs as he shifted closer.
His lips were on her chest, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses, tongue flicking against sensitive skin as he devoured every inch with quiet hunger. Celeste's back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her.
"Mmh—Ash…"
His hand moved lower, fingers slipping between her thighs. Two fingers slid inside her womanhood, slow at first, drawing out the warmth already building deep within her.
"A-Ah—"
Ash pressed deeper, curling his fingers slightly, searching for the spot that made her tremble. He found it.
Her legs tightened around him, hips rising to meet his hand. He moved faster, fingers slick and sure, teasing her from the inside as his thumb circled gently outside.
Celeste's breathing grew ragged, fingers clawing at the seat beneath her.
"M-More—" she whispered.
Ash obeyed, his movements urgent now—rhythmic, intense, coaxing every sound, every shiver from her body.
Then, without warning, Ash slid in a third finger, stretching her more, filling her deeper.
Celeste gasped, her body tensing, then shuddering as the new sensation hit her all at once.
"Ah—Ash…" she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.
He watched her face carefully, eyes burning with something between desire and concern. But when she didn't pull away—only gripped the seat tighter and moaned louder—he kept going.
His hand moved again, faster now, fingers plunging deep inside her womanhood in smooth, steady motions. The wet sounds filled the backseat, mixing with the hum of the AC and the rise of Celeste's breathing.
Ash leaned closer, his mouth still trailing kisses on her collarbone, and his other hand gently holding her thigh open.
"You're… driving me crazy," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and uneven.
Celeste trembled, legs trembling from the rhythm of his hand, body arching again as pressure built higher and higher. Her head tilted back against the window.
"Ash—I'm… I'm close—"
But Ash paused, his fingers stilling.
"Don't," he whispered, voice husky. "Not yet, Cel."
He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. His breath tickled her skin—warm, trembling with restraint.
"When it happens… let's be together," he whispered. "All the way. Every part of you with me."
Celeste looked up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes, her lips parted, cheeks flushed.
Ash sat back just enough to slide down his pants and underwear, just low enough to free himself. His hands were steady, but his breathing wasn't.
He guided himself to her, his tip brushing against her warmth—slick and ready for him.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
Celeste nodded, her hands finding his waist.
Ash eased himself inside her womanhood, slow and careful, inch by inch. The tightness stole his breath. Celeste let out a soft cry, clinging to his arms as he sank fully into her.
Once he was fully sheathed, he stilled—just for a moment—pressing his forehead to hers.
Then, he began to move.
Slow at first. Deep. Deliberate. Each thrust was a promise—each motion, a quiet confession of everything he felt but never said.
Ash's movements grew rougher, harder—so intense that even the car began to rock with the rhythm of his thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly beneath their breathless moans.
Celeste clung to him, her legs trembling around his waist, her nails lightly digging into his back.
"I-It's too rough—ah—" she gasped, her voice breaking.
But Ash didn't stop. His breath was ragged, his face flushed with heat and focus. He moved faster—deeper—like he couldn't get close enough, like he needed to pour every bit of restraint he'd ever held into this one moment.
"Hah—Cel—!"
"Ah—ah—hah—!"
Celeste's head was spinning, overwhelmed by sensation, by pleasure, by him.
"A-Ash—hah—I'm—c-coming—ugh—!"
"Not yet—" he growled under his breath, jaw tight, sweat beading on his brow.
He moved like a man consumed—again and again, pushing her to the edge but holding her there, until neither of them could take it anymore.
Celeste arched beneath him, a cry escaping her lips as her womanhood clenched tightly around him.
Ash pulled out just in time, groaning as he spilled his release outside, his manhood twitching with the force of it.
After a few moments of breathless stillness, Ash lay atop her, chest rising and falling against hers.
"Wait, Ash…" Celeste murmured, lightly pushing him back just enough to sit up. Her flushed cheeks and pink ears betrayed her embarrassment, but her eyes still burned with desire.
"You moved like there's no tomorrow," she whispered, half-scolding, half-teasing.
Ash looked away, flustered.
Celeste reached out and cupped his face gently. She leaned in and kissed him—slowly at first, then deeper. Her lips moved against his with growing hunger, her tongue slipping in to explore his mouth, curling and teasing in rhythm with the passion in her chest.
As the kiss deepened, her eyes briefly flicked downward. She caught sight of his manhood—still hard, still twitching slightly.
Her hand moved without hesitation, wrapping around it carefully.
Ash gasped into the kiss.
"You're hard again," she murmured with a smirk before pulling him back into another kiss—this one messier, fueled by the growing tension between them.
His soft groans melted into her mouth.
"Ha—"
"Ngh—Cel…"
Her lips trailed to his jaw, then lower to his neck. She hovered over his adam's apple, her breath warm as if considering a bite… but after a second, she pulled back with a devilish glint in her eyes.
"I won't leave a mark… not yet," she said, her voice low.
Ash opened his mouth to respond, but Celeste silenced him with a gentle peck.
Then she lowered herself—head disappearing beneath the curve of his torso.
"C-Cel—wai—ugh—" he choked out, but the words dissolved in his throat.
He clutched at her hair as waves of sensation overtook him, his eyes fluttering shut.
Her movements were deliberate, slow, and then suddenly quicker—devouring his self-control as completely as her lips did his manhood.
Her hands explored, one holding him steady, the other moving lower, fingers teasing. She kissed the inside of his thigh gently… then nipped at the skin, hard enough to make him flinch.
"Ah—!"
When she returned to his manhood, Ash could only fall back and gasp, barely holding on.
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