by Kylie Parker
Chris turned to her and held out his hand, which she took, and allowed him to help her stand. She wavered a little, still under the influence of her drinks.
“This way,” he said softly, placing her hand in the crook of his arm. She leaned upon him heavily as he led her back into the warehouse.
As they reentered the building, Michael convened with them. Stephanie stiffened as he took up a position on the other side of Chris, and they crossed the warehouse. People looked over at them, some scowling and all whispering, and Stephanie pressed closer to Chris.
“Just ignore them,” Chris counseled, patting her hand gently. “They are what we like to call sore losers.”
Stephanie laughed a little at his humorous words, and she relaxed. They were all quiet as they approached a table, which held nothing but a silver briefcase. Behind the table was the same man they had seen at the door. Stephanie tensed again.
“Senator,” the man said in a rumbling voice. “Your winnings.”
“Thank you,” Chris smiled at him pleasantly, taking up the briefcase. “We’ll be leaving now.”
“Very good,” the man said with a nod.
Chris turned and led Stephanie through the warehouse yet again, this time toward the door through which they had entered. Upon stepping out of the door, Stephanie immediately saw a car pull up to just in front of where they were standing. She instantly recognized it as Chris’s racing car.
A man got out of the driver’s seat and began to approach them. He wore a simple outfit of jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He also held a helmet under his arm.
“Smooth ride,” he said to Chris, handing over the keys as he did so.
“Thank you,” Chris smiled at the other man. “Thank you for driving.”
“My pleasure,” the man smiled in return.
“As promised, half the winnings,” Chris said, holding open the briefcase. Stephanie was in awe to see stacks of hundred dollar bills.
The driver reached in and withdrew half of the stacks, under the careful watch of Michael, who stood passively to the side for now, but would obviously not hesitate to take action if necessary. The driver did not do anything questionable, and simply put the money in a small backpack he was wearing.
“As always,” the driver said. “Call me anytime.”
“You know I will,” Chris smiled, and with that, the driver was off, presumably to his own vehicle in the lot.
Stephanie watched Chris hand off the keys to his Mercedes to Michael, who wordlessly set off toward where they had parked that car. Then, Chris stepped toward the Bugatti and held the door open for Stephanie to get in, a broad, proud smile on his face.
Stephanie stepped into the car and was immediately taken aback by the elegant simplicity of the car. She was not left long to dwell on it, though, as Chris got in the driver’s seat, and she was immediately made aware of the desire that had been building up within her since they had arrived.
Chris pulled out of the parking lot, and Stephanie could feel her heart pounding. One of Chris’s hands stayed on the wheel, and the other rested on the area between them. They were both quiet as the car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
“Have you ever been in a car like this one?” Chris asked her, his voice intense and playful. Stephanie felt his hand move to rest on her thigh, and she failed to suppress a small moan. Chris looked over at her, a mischievous smile on his face, and Stephanie blushed.
Suddenly, she felt the car accelerate. She felt a level of adrenaline kick in and mix with the sensations, serving to kick her sexual excitement to an even higher level. When Chris’s hand moved even further up the inside of her thigh, she released a soft whimper, and spread her legs, causing her dress to ride up and reveal even more of her leg. She saw Chris glance down at her exposed skin, and she felt another flare of desire shoot through her core.
“Are you always like this when you drink?” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Only for you,” Stephanie breathed and blushed hotly as soon as the words escaped her lips. She gasped as Chris tightened his grip on her thigh and the car sped up yet again.
“You delight in tormenting me,” Chris growled at her, his hand moving up even closer to her sex. It took all of Stephanie’s self-control to keep from arching up into his hand.
“Me?” she panted on a light laugh.
“Yes, you,” Chris growled out. Stephanie gasped and whimpered as he brushed the pads of his fingers against her sex over her panties.
“I haven’t done anything to you,” Stephanie protested weakly as he wreaked havoc on her sensitive nerve endings.
“The way you look at me,” he said. “You can’t expect me to leave you alone.”
As he spoke, he slid a finger past her panties, and into her depths. Stephanie couldn’t help but release a long, soft moan, and her head fell back against the headrest. She could no longer control her motions, and she arched her hips into his hand as he slowly fingered her.
It was about this time that they pulled into Chris’s driveway and up to the garage, which, as usual, opened for them. Once the car was no longer in motion, Chris withdrew his finger from her. Stephanie panted, and her body throbbed with hot desire as Chris got out of his side of the car and came around to open her door.
He did not, though, extend his hand to help her out of the car. Instead, he held his fingers in front of her face. Stephanie could smell her arousal on his fingers, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Open,” he commanded softly.
Stephanie swallowed dryly and took a shaking breath before doing what he said.
Without a word, Chris slid his slick fingers into her mouth, and Stephanie closed her lips over them. She moaned softly as he slid them in and out of her mouth. She felt her arousal build up as she imagined the thickness of his cock in her mouth instead. All too soon, he took his hand from her mouth, and she frowned in protest.
“I can’t let you drive in your state,” he said darkly. “You’ll have to spend the night here.”
Stephanie shivered at the ramifications of his statement, and she nodded. Chris held out his hand, and she took it.
Chapter Fourteen
Chris led her into his home and took her promptly to his bedroom. Stephanie could feel her breathing coming faster and faster as she anticipated the feeling of having his hands on her most intimate places. She looked down at his pants as he closed the door behind them, and saw the tent that had formed there.
Stephanie’s mouth watered. She dropped to her knees and slowly crawled toward him. Chris turned and saw her, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she approached him on hands and knees.
Stephanie’s heart pounded in her ears as she slowly advanced upon him. Once she was in front of him, she raised up on her knees and braced her hands against his thighs. She gently nuzzled her face against his hardness and inhaled the musk she could smell wafting off of him. She heard him hiss, and his hand came to gently cup her face.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said softly, his thumb gently stroking along her prominent cheekbones.
“I want to,” Stephanie whispered softly, and her hands moved to undo his belt.
Chris placed his hands on his hips as Stephanie unzipped his pants. She slid her finger beneath the waistband of his pants and his underwear, and then lowered them down his legs. She released a soft gasp and a small needy moan as his cock sprang free of its confines. It was long and thick, and her core throbbed at the very sight of it.
Stephanie ran her hands up his thighs and gently took hold of his base. He released a shaky breath as she gently stroked at him, and ran her thumb up and down his frenulum. She saw a drop of clear precum gather at his tip, and she licked it away with a flick of her tongue.
She continued to gently massage up and down his shaft, even as she dragged her tongue around the edge of his tip. She could feel his hips flexing, and heard his soft pants as she slowly worked him. Finally, she
wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and slowly lowered her mouth down onto him.
He released a growl, and she felt him rest one of his hands on the back of her head. She took that as encouragement and began to softly move up and down his length. She gradually increased in speed and sucked at him harder, making a circular motion with her hand. With her free hand, she gently cupped his balls. With a growl, his hands tightened in her hair, and he pulled her head off of him. He tilted her head up to look him in the eyes.
Stephanie cried out in pain as he suddenly yanked her to her feet and spun her around, then pressed her down so that she was leaning over the edge of the bed. Her heart pounded as she felt his hands at the hem of her dress, working it up so that it was gathered at her hips. He then slowly dragged her panties down her legs and off over her heels. She felt him move her long, slender legs so that they were spread. Stephanie shivered knowing that he had an unhindered view of her dripping slit.
Stephanie gripped the bedding beneath her as she felt Chris trace his fingers through her juices and swirl them over her aching clit. She moaned softly and rocked her hip into his hand, only to have him withdraw from her.
“Please, I want you…” she begged shamelessly, her voice breathless and needy.
Chris laughed lightly, and Stephanie whimpered, only for it to turn abruptly into a gasp as she felt the tip of his length teasing at her entrance. Her breathing hitched as she was overcome by excitement. Her core ached, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
“Please, please Chris…” she panted, squirming beneath him on the bed. “I can’t wait…”
Chris growled, and Stephanie released a scream of pleasure as he pressed into her. She felt absolutely stretched by his thickness, but she relished the fullness. He allowed her a moment to adjust but soon began a slow, deep rhythm. Stephanie felt her head spin, and her arousal shoot ever higher, dragging her closer and closer to her climax. She panted heavily, and her body shook.
She felt Chris grip her hips with his hand, and she sobbed aloud as he began a punishing rhythm. She felt her climax imminently, and she reached back to hold onto his wrists.
The world burst into colors, and she gasped raggedly as her climax washed over her. Chris pumped into her the whole time as she came, jerking on the bed. She felt him growl and knew he was close.
Just as she knew he was about to lose it, she felt him flip her over. In less than a second, he was kneeling in front of her face. He lifted her head of the bed and put his cock into her mouth. Stephanie eagerly bobbed her head on his length, loving their mingling tastes.
In less than a minute, Chris released a loud roar and released his hot load into her mouth. Stephanie swallowed every drop, and then allowed him to gently withdraw.
Both panting, they got onto the bed beside one another. Chris pulled her into his arms and pressed a tender kiss to her head. That was the last thing that Stephanie could recall as she fell into a blissful slumber, wrapped tightly in his arms.
Chapter Fifteen
Stephanie blinked groggily as she woke up, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her vision was fuzzy and she could feel her head throbbing. She sat up on the bed and rubbed at her eyes, and looked around, mildly alarmed to find that she was not in her own home. She nearly panicked as she remembered that it was Tuesday, but calmed upon checking the time. It was barely six o'clock, and she didn’t have to be at work until eight anyway.
She calmed as she remembered the night before, and she blushed as she remembered what had unfolded when they arrived at Chris’s home. She was slightly amused, realizing that it didn’t much matter how late she was if Chris wasn’t there either.
Stephanie looked over at him sprawled out on the bed beside her, and she felt a warmth pool in her heart and in the pit of her stomach. He was sprawled out on his stomach, with his arms tucked under his pillow and his head turned to the side to face her. He looked peaceful in his sleep, and Stephanie smiled to herself as she looked down at him. She ran her hands through his soft, blonde hair, and his eyes blinked open.
Chris released a soft moan, and he rolled over onto his back, squinting to look up at Stephanie.
“Well,” he grumbled as he blinked, his eyes getting accustomed to the light of the room. “You’re a fine sight to see.”
Stephanie scoffed and playfully swatted at his chest.
“I’m serious!” Chris exclaimed, and immediately lurched at her.
Stephanie squealed and laughed as Chris took hold of her and pinned her down to the bed beneath him. He began to rain kisses along her body, and she struggled playfully as he attacked her with his lips. Soon, though, his kisses became slower and more intent, and Stephanie’s laughed turned to soft moans. When she felt his lips lock around one of her nipples, she couldn’t help bit release a soft gasp.
Chris growled softly in response, and he lowered his hands from her waist to firmly grasp her supple hips. Stephanie whimpered as he began to suckle and nibble at her hard nipple, and then move over to the other one to repeat the process. Stephanie could feel her blood begin to race in her veins. She felt Chris begin to rub his thumbs along the edges of her pelvic bones, and she arched her back up into his touch.
Chris lifted his head up from her breasts, and she felt him drag his fingertips up her sides to cup her sensitive breasts. Stephanie released a loud moan, and Chris took the opportunity to cover her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. Stephanie raised her hand to dig her nails into his forearms. In an instant, Chris’s hand seized her wrists and had them pinned up over her head.
Stephanie briefly struggled in his hold, releasing soft whimpers as she tried to get free. It was all pointless, though. He was far stronger than she was, and she found that the helplessness she felt was only serving to increase her arousal. She felt goosebumps raise up a long her skin, and Chris must have seen them too, for a devilish smile curled the corners of his mouth.
Still keeping his hold on her wrists, Chris settled onto his side beside her. Stephanie eyed him with great anticipation, wondering what he intended to do with her.
She didn’t have to wait long for her answer. Chris slowly lowered his hand and gently ran his fingertips from her sternum to her navel and then back again. It was a simple touch, but it served to drive Stephanie’s arousal even higher. Her nipples hardened painfully, and she felt her clit harden as well. A throbbing pulse built up between her legs, and she could feel her head swimming from the force of her own need.
Stephanie panted and whimpered as Chris began to trace and circle along her breast, getting nearer and nearer to her nipple. Stephanie arched up into his touch, eager to feel his fingertips brush over her aching peak, but that touch never came, his hand instead moving over to her other breasts to begin the process on the other one.
Stephanie whimpered, and Chris chuckled.
“Don’t be impatient,” he scolded her lightly. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
Stephanie released another soft whine and squirmed beneath him. She tried again to free her hands, but to no avail. She pouted and looked up at Chris, wiggling her hips in hopes to entice him into touching her where she wanted him. Again, he merely chuckled at her.
“It’s no use,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her softly on the forehead. “You’re mine. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
As he spoke, his hand moved lower, and he began to trace his fingertip around her navel in a soft circle. Stephanie released a sigh and shuddered at the sensation, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the soft touch. She realized there was little point in continuing to struggle.
Chris continued to tease at her over-sensitized flesh with his fingertips. Stephanie did her best to keep still, bit as he moved over more and more sensitive areas, like her armpits and her ribs, she couldn’t help but squirm a little. With each pass of his hand, he got closer and closer to her erogenous zones, and she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. She bit her lip, and she felt her body tighten a
s he lightly tickled over her pubic mound.
Stephanie could feel wetness beginning to drip down along her folds and pool on the bed beneath her. She felt Chris lightly trace his fingertips along her skin, moving side to side, brushing against the tops of her thighs, and then dipping between them, but still not touching her where she ached for him. Stephanie panted, and she felt her muscles tighten at the anticipation of his touch.
Chris bent down and pressed his lips hard to hers in a deep kiss, and Stephanie, unable to stay still any longer, arched her hips off the bed into his hand. Stephanie felt his palm flatten against her stomach, and she felt him begin to move south.
Stephanie’s heart pounded in anticipation, but just before his fingers would have brushed against her folds, a high pitched ring sounded through the room. Stephanie looked up at Chris, and a feeling of dread coursed through her body as a devious smile passed over his face.
“I’d better get that,” he said simply, and with that, he withdrew his touch from her.
Stephanie nearly screamed in frustration as Chris moved away from her and rolled over to the other side of the bed, and then stood up. He scooped up his phone off the dresser and picked it up.
“Hello?” he said into the phone, and then made his way out of the room.
Stephanie’s mind whirled, and her body throbbed with the force of her need. Without hesitation, she picked up where Chris had left off. She traced her fingernails lightly over the tops of her thighs, and with a hard shudder, she dipped her hand between them and released a soft moan as she ran her fingertips through her wetness and then twirled her fingertip around her aching clit.
Stephanie sighed in relief as her aching arousal blossomed into a pleasure that was so acute it was almost painful. Almost in a frenzy, she circled the nub, arching up her hips into her own touch. With her other hand, she sunk two fingers into her slit and curled them up to barely brush against her g-spot.
Stephanie could feel her pleasure mounting, and she arched her back up in anticipation of the pleasure that she yearned to overtake her.
