Jasper couldn't resist smacking Jules's ass as she climbed over the seat. It was firm and pert and perfect, and her asscheeks fit right in his palms in the best way when he was fucking her from behind. Sweet Jesus, he'd needed this today. It was fate that had put her in his path, an apology from the cosmos for his shitty morning. He'd smoked plenty to be as mindless as possible all day long, but only sex really turned his brain off. "Goddamn," Jasper muttered in appreciation. He shrugged out of his jacket and stripped his shirt off, then followed Jules into the backseat.
Jasper started pulling at Jules's clothes as soon as he got back there, one knee on the seat and his foot braced on the floorboard. He wanted her naked and on her back so he could do what he'd promised and get his face in her crotch. His cock was aching for more attention, but Jasper had mostly learned the pleasures of delayed gratification by now. Besides, the more he did for Jules, the more she would do for him. Jasper wasn't too gentle as he tugged her pants and underwear off, dipping his head in to kiss and nibble and suck at the side of her neck. His fingers found her pussy again, and he rubbed at her folds, groaning against her skin at how wet she already was.
A moment later he moved again, pulling away to start to lie down on the big bench seat. "C'mere," he murmured. "Sit on my face."