by Kira Blakely
“Shhh. It’s okay. I had the last laugh, didn’t I? Look where I am right this minute. I’m being chauffeured around in a limo on my way to a charity gala with a beautiful woman. Life doesn’t get much better than this.”
He was shocked to realize that he was actually speaking the truth. Life didn’t get much better than this, and for the first time in his life, he had a woman to thank for that fact.
15
“COME ON NOW. Dry those beautiful eyes for me. No more crying, okay?” He used his thumb to wipe away an errant tear, and as she looked up at him with sad eyes, he found himself unable to resist and dipped his head slowly toward hers, giving her plenty of time to pull away before his lips claimed hers in a kiss that was both tender and genuinely caring.
Alexa wasn’t sure why she didn’t pull away. She’d been determined that nothing sexual was ever going to happen between them. But as she looked up at him and watched his mouth descend toward hers, she tilted her head and raised herself up slightly, letting him wordlessly know that she wanted him to kiss her.
Dawson paused for what felt like an interminable length of time until Alexa couldn’t stand the wait any longer. Her hand crept up around his neck and she gave a gentle tug, pulling his face even closer to hers until she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. A split second later, it was his lips against hers that she was feeling as they met in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate, and as erotic as it was tentative. They kissed in such a way that it was as though their mouths were learning from each other, and as his tongue came out to run lightly across her bottom lip, she couldn’t help the almost silent moan of lust that escaped her.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in closer, turning his own body so that he could get to her easier as the kiss deepened even further. Their tongues came together and they explored each other’s mouths as her hand tangled in his thick hair, and one of his hands gently stroked up and down her back, sending shivers of awareness trickling down her spine.
“We can stop at any time. You know that, right?” Dawson had pulled away just enough to utter the reassuring words, but Alexa was in no mood to stop now, and she pulled his head back down to hers for another kiss.
Dear God, he tastes wonderful, she thought to herself almost incoherently. It was a mixture of whiskey and something else that she couldn’t quite put her finger on – and she couldn’t get enough of it. She felt Dawson change his position again and he effortlessly lifted her and placed her on his lap so that her legs straddled him on the seat and her body was cradled in his arms. Their mouths remained locked together even as he moved her, and as she settled into his lap she could feel the distinct bulge of his arousal pressing into her bottom.
Dawson groaned at the contact her body made against his, and he had to fight the urge to rip her clothes off and ravish her. She’s not that kind of woman, so control yourself, he reminded himself, as she moved slightly and another groan was torn from him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away, especially when they were in the back of a moving vehicle and she had nowhere to run. He might have the reputation of being a total asshole, but he did have enough morals to instinctively know that Alexa was a lady and not just his usual type of lay. And you’d better remember that and treat her right, the inner voice of his conscience piped up.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Alexa’s voice was a breathless, husky whisper that sent another lightning bolt of lust to the ever-growing bulge between his legs. “I never do this. Not ever.” It was as though she was trying to reassure him that she wasn’t a slut and that she didn’t sleep around, but he already knew that about her on a deeper level than he’d ever experienced before. And the knowledge both thrilled and terrified him.
His lips grazed hers in another kiss before he raised his head to look at her. “Alexa, you only have to say the word and we can stop.” It would be a near impossible task, but he would make sure he did it. “I promise you that I won’t think badly of you either way.”
He’d been half expecting her to pull away from him and put a stop to whatever this was that was going on between them right now. So when she wrapped both arms around his neck and tugged on his hair to pull his face back down to hers, he was elated. Taking his cue from her, he whispered something unintelligible against her mouth, and then took control of the kiss from her.
It was a kiss that left Alexa’s head spinning as he nibbled and licked, using his tongue to thrust and invade her mouth until her body was shuddering and her bones were weak. With his arms supporting her, her head fell back against the seat as heat pulsated throughout her body. Between her thighs, a fire raged almost out of control. She could hear herself whimpering with need, but she was totally oblivious to their surroundings. She knew that she had never been kissed so thoroughly before, and she was in no rush for him to end it.
Dawson eventually relented, pulling back just a little and smiling as Alexa’s mouth immediately sought his again. He was eager to satisfy the need that they had for each other, and while he was enjoying kissing her more than he had ever enjoyed kissing a woman before, he knew that they both needed and craved more. He knew that she was relatively inexperienced and that he would have to make the next move, but he wanted her to feel as though she had the final say and control over how things went from here.
“Touch me, please.” The deep, husky timber of his voice as he spoke the request had her eyes opening wide as another bolt of desire shot through her. Even in the dim interior of the car, she could see the almost desperate need in his eyes and she knew that it mirrored her own expression. She hesitated as she looked at him, not sure if she had the guts to do as he’d asked, but wanting desperately to be brave enough. “Please, Alexa.”
Hearing the almost desperate plea in his voice was her undoing, and she slid a hand down between their bodies until her palm grazed across the steely hardness of his manhood. Dawson’s breath left his body in a hiss at the touch, and his own hand came down on top of hers, pressing down against the material of his jeans and leaving her in no doubt as to just how turned on he was.
“See what you do to me? Just kissing you has me on the brink of cumming, Alexa.”
She knew exactly what he meant, because she could feel the wetness between her own thighs and her body ached and throbbed with desire. She’d never felt this kind of desperate need before, and right at this moment in time she would have done absolutely anything he’d asked of her without giving a second thought.
“I feel the same way.” Her voice was a husky whisper – almost unrecognizable even to her. “I want…” Her voice trailed off in embarrassment as she realized what she’d been about to say.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He’d have given her the moon on a stick if that’s what she’d asked for.
She could feel herself blushing, and was once again grateful for how dark it was inside the limo. Oh my God! There were in a limo, with a driver! What if he could see what they were doing? She shot a nervous glance at the glass partition that separated them. Dawson interpreted the look and was quick to reassure her.
“It’s okay. He can’t see or hear anything back here. I promise.” He smiled at her sigh of relief. “Now, tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel you touching me.” She stammered just a little, but felt proud of herself for being able to get the words out.
Dawson’s cock gave another, almost painful twitch as he heard her say the words. “I want that, too. So very badly.” He moved her off his lap and lay her down on the longest seat of the limo, bending to plant another steamy kiss on her lips. She held her breath as his lips left her mouth, and he kissed along her jawline before moving his attention lower to her collarbone. He raised his head to look at her, wanting to gauge her reaction as he asked her once more if she was absolutely sure. When she nodded her head shyly in agreement, his fingers started to undo the small buttons of her blouse.
It was Alexa’s turn to watch him as he conce
ntrated on his task, and she was mesmerized by the intent expression on his ruggedly handsome face. As the last button was undone, he parted the cotton material, and she held her breath as he looked down at her exposed upper body. She had never been so grateful for having the foresight to wear a lacy, white bra and matching panties, rather than her normal, plain underwear. She heard him groan as he looked at her full breasts in their lace confines, her hardened nipples jutting at the delicate material almost as though they were begging to be released.
His hands came up to cup her tits and his thumbs grazed over her pebbled buds. “I want to go slowly with you and do things to you for hours that will leave you trembling and incoherent with pleasure.” His voice was a gruff whisper. “But I’m not sure that I have the patience or the willpower this first time, and the close confines of a car don’t leave me with much room to maneuver.”
Alexa shocked herself with the words that came out of her mouth. “I don’t want you to go slowly. I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you, Dawson.” As soon as the words left her mouth she wished that she could snatch them back and pretend she’d never said anything.
But Dawson had no intention of ignoring what she’d said, and he quickly unsnapped the front fastening of her bra and lowered his mouth to suck a throbbing nipple between his lips. As his tongue flicked over the top of her sensitized flesh, his thumb and forefinger of his other hand pinched and teased at her other nipple, making her gasp in pleasure. Without thinking about it, her hand tangled in his hair, holding his head to her breast as he suckled and tormented her delightfully.
“That feels so good.” She wasn’t sure if she’d said the words out loud, but as he gave an appreciative moan against her skin, she knew that he’d heard her. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, Dawson.”
He didn’t say anything as he moved away from her, just far enough so that he could undo his jeans and push them and his boxers down over his hips. She was in awe as she watched his massive cock spring free, and then he was reaching forward, pushing her skirt upwards as he took hold of her lace panties and pulled them down her legs and off her ankles.
“Sweetheart, this seat isn’t big enough for me to be on top of you, so I’m afraid that it’s going to have to be the other way around.”
“That sounds good to me.” The couple of times that she’d had sex in the past had never involved her being on top, and it had always been something that she’d wondered about.
Dawson didn’t need to be told twice, and in one swift movement, his arms wrapped around her body, and he lifted her up as he turned and sat down on the leather upholstery. Facing him with her legs straddling his, Alexa could feel his cock pressing against her entrance and, for the first time, she felt nervous at how large he felt.
There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me, she thought nervously. But as he reached down between their bodies and took hold of himself with one hand, her nerves disappeared. She knew that he wasn’t going to do anything that would hurt her, and he was obviously experienced enough to know what he was doing.
“Kiss me.” She bobbed her head forward and their mouths melded together, and as she got lost in the taste of his lips, he slowly slid his cock into her pussy. Alexa forgot to breathe as he slowly pushed upwards; his hands on her hips held her in place. He pulled out and then shoved upwards again, going in a little further as she lowered herself onto him until her warm wetness sheathed him completely. “You feel so tight.”
She knew that it was a compliment rather than an insult, and she smiled against his mouth as she pushed down even harder. She moaned as he filled her completely, his shaft touching every nerve ending inside her and making them both groan with passion. Alexa placed her hands on the back of the seat behind his head, and her own head was thrown back as she raised her body up his length and then slammed it down onto him again. For the very first time she knew what it meant when women talked about ‘riding a man.’ As her hips rotated and her body bounced on top of him, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to her.
Dawson’s fingers tightened and flexed on her hips as she let go of all her inhibitions and fucked him as though there was no tomorrow. He didn’t think that he had ever seen or felt anything as erotic as what was happening right now. He moved one of his hands from her hips up to her full breast, cupping it and holding it up to his mouth so that he could suckle at her as she fucked him.
Alexa moaned, and she ground her hips even harder into his as her inner muscles squeezed him unmercifully. She could feel the fire building between her legs, and her clit throbbed almost painfully as her body readied itself for the climax she craved. It was as though Dawson instinctively knew what she needed, and he let go of her tit and slid his hand down between them, rubbing his thumb over her aching nub as she continued to ride him.
She didn’t know what happened, but something inside her exploded and her head fell backwards as her mouth opened. She cried out as her body fell apart; wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Dawson! Oh my God, Dawson.” She called his name again and again as her body shook and trembled with ecstasy and her pussy pulsated around his shaft.
Dawson didn’t think that he had ever seen or heard anything as beautiful as her falling apart on top of him, and as he felt her squeezing his length as her juices coated him, his own climax hit him like a ton of bricks. He placed both hands back on her hips and bowed his head, resting it just above her breasts as his mouth opened and he made an animalistic sound of pleasure and greed. His balls tightened almost painfully. His cock jerked inside her, and he spewed hot, thick cum into her still quivering pussy.
They sat, still locked together, for what felt like a lifetime; gasping for breath as their sweat-soaked bodies chilled, and they slowly came back down to earth.
“Are you okay?” Dawson’s voice was soft and tentative, almost as though he was afraid of her answer.
“Better than okay.” Her voice was equally as soft, but that was probably because she felt suddenly and totally exhausted. She tried to stifle the yawn that escaped her by burying her face in his shoulder, but he either heard or felt it and he let out a quiet chuckle.
“Are you tired, baby?” She nodded her head into his shoulder, unable to find the energy to speak. She felt Dawson move and without quite knowing how, the next thing she knew, she was lying down on the seat once again with the pillow beneath her head and the cover over her body. “We still have quite a way to go yet, so get some rest.”
She turned onto her side and brought her knees up into the fetal position, tucking a hand beneath her cheek as her eyes started to close.
“You do know that this will probably never happen again, don’t you?” She was hardly even aware of what she was saying, and she wasn’t even sure that she’d said the words aloud.
Dawson placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and his hand brushed her hair away from her face. “We shall see, sweetheart. We shall see.”
16
SHE SLEPT FOR THE REMAINDER of the drive and only woke up when Dawson shook her gently to rouse her. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead. We’re here.”
As she became aware of her surroundings, she remembered what had happened just before she’d fallen asleep, and her face flamed with embarrassment. Thankfully, Dawson didn’t seem to notice and he handed her clothes to her and then turned around so that she could get dressed with some modicum of privacy. The chauffeur opened the door and they both exited the limo, stretching their backs and legs for the first time in hours and both giving a grateful sigh at being able to do so.
Alexa looked up at the luxury hotel in awe, hardly able to believe that she was actually going to be spending a few nights there. There was even a doorman standing outside the large, smoked-glass entryway, and as she watched, he beckoned to a porter to take their luggage from the chauffeur. She felt like royalty, but then she noticed a homeless man huddled against the wall and her happiness turned to sadness in the blink of an eye. She didn’t have much mo
ney on her, but she felt compelled to go to him and give him half of what she had in the hope that he would be able to get something to eat at the very least.
The porter carried their luggage into the hotel as the doorman touched his hand to his head in greeting. “Good to see you again, Mr. James, sir.”
“Thank you, Arthur. It’s good to be back.” Alexa shouldn’t have been surprised that he was on first name terms with the staff at one of the most prestigious hotels in the States, but she was. They both followed the porter inside where he was greeted by name by the receptionist who informed him that the penthouse suite was ready for him.
The porter started to make his way toward the bank of elevators, and Alexa started to follow him, but then she heard Dawson call to someone. She watched from a discreet distance as he exchanged a few words with a young woman before handing her what looked like a wad of money.
What on earth is that all about, she wondered suspiciously. She couldn’t quite help the bad thoughts that ran through her mind, and she couldn’t help but remember how some of the girls in the office had talked about how he liked to party and that some had heard rumors that he also liked to have fun with call-girls while he was away on business trips. She hoped that it wasn’t anything like that and that it had just been gossip-mongers at their worst, but the secretive way that Dawson and the woman seemed to be talking definitely made it look like nothing good was going on, and she felt her heart sink at the thoughts that raced through her mind.
The elevator ride up to the top floor was made in silence with Alexa not knowing what to say to him, and Dawson not knowing why her attitude toward him had cooled. Maybe she’s regretting what happened in the back of the limousine, he thought to himself as the porter opened the double doors to the penthouse suite.
He waited until they were on their own before questioning her about it. “What’s wrong, Alexa? And don’t tell me it’s nothing, because I’m almost getting hypothermia with how cold you are toward me right now.”
