Jamie bit down hard on her lip and forced herself to be still for a moment. The sensation of being filled so completely by Kevin’s rock-hard shaft bordered on pain, but there was a darkly burgeoning pleasure there too. Facing away from him, without the connection of eye contact, forced her to focus entirely on what was happening between her legs and she found that the responsiveness of her body was almost too intense to bear.
She had purposely chosen this position to avoid looking into those gorgeous tawny eyes of his. There was a lot more depth and emotion there than she was entirely comfortable with, so she had hoped to put some distance between them by avoiding his gaze. She wanted this to be about sex, not about some ill-fated connection that seemed to be bubbling to the surface between them. Warm kisses and long, lingering glances had no place in this particular transaction.
What she hadn’t been counting on was how this disturbing lack of distraction made it impossible to ignore everything else about him. She tried to focus on the sound of the rain or the way the windows were completely fogged in around them or even the reflection of her own glazed eyes in the rear-view mirror, but her attention kept straying back to Kevin and his ability to effortlessly drive her wild.
She could feel the crisp hair on his thickly muscled legs brushing the inside of her thighs and the silky glide of one of his callused hands on her hips, steadying her but not forcing her to follow any particular rhythm.
His other hand was buried beneath her skirt. His fingers felt like heaven as they leisurely brushed her clit, smoothed over her folds and then circled the widely stretched entrance to her body, spreading her body’s silky moisture everywhere, making her more slick and slippery with every single touch.
And his scent. Good Lord. It was driving her mad. Her nostrils flared as she took in the sweet smell of rain mixed with the ocean, leather and his own evocative aroma - warm, aroused flesh and the faint trace of some spicy cologne that made her want to turn her face into his neck, inhale that scent and hold it in her lungs forever.
Even the sound of his breathing aroused her - harsh and loud in the close confines of the car, his excitement obvious without him uttering even a single word.
But most of all she was aware of the perfect way his cock filled her. It wasn’t just a matter of size. He was truly one of those men who knew what to do with his equipment. He didn’t thrust mindlessly, impatient to find his own pleasure, or pull her down to be impaled entirely on his impressive length. He flexed gently beneath her, not forcing more penetration than she wanted, but still stimulating her cleft with the occasional unexpected pulse of friction.
All while his big blunt fingers played with her like he had all the time in the world rather than a few stolen moments.
She felt like her senses were on overload. Almost too much was happening. She could barely focus on one sensation at a time. It was the oddest form of no strings sex and yet she felt herself responding to his gentleness with an overwhelming need to kiss his mouth in gratitude.
But she resisted that impulse. This was about two bodies coming together to scratch an itch. Not gentle, intimate love making. To remind herself of that she grasped the seat in front of her and pulled her body forward until her pussy nearly released its hold on his big cock. Then she slammed herself downward in a fast, hard rush of movement. He now filled her completely again and she couldn’t help herself from squeezing her inner muscles tightly around his thick length.
Behind her, she heard Kevin grunt. “Jesus. Angel. What are you doing to me?” He sounded excited, surprised and just a tad bewildered.
“I’m taking you. Just the way I want. Do you want me to stop?” She asked coyly, freezing in place.
His fingers between her legs also stopped moving and he slid his hand back to grasp her other hip. There was a brief pause before he responded, his voice low and raspy. “Never. I could stay right here inside you forever. Just like this. You feel so good.” Holding her steady, he pushed his hips up off the seat just once. His powerful thrust lifted her up on her knees slightly and he plunged so far within her that she actually gasped.
“You’re so wet and tight around me. Perfect.” He grunted.
Jamie smiled to herself, pleased that she still possessed the ability to give pleasure despite her lack of practice lately. Still, she found herself unable to help from analyzing his words. He knew just what to say. His dirty talk was a little coarse without sounding like he was auditioning for a low-budget porno. How did he know exactly what she wanted? Exactly what she wanted to hear? A nasty little imp of jealousy spoke in her ear, wondering how many times he had said the identical thing to any number of women. Other women he called ‘Angel’ to avoid saying the wrong name in the heat of passion, she’d bet.
That unwelcome thought was the perfect anecdote to her warm and cuddly feelings towards him. He was a man-whore and she would treat him like one. Just like the countless women he’d used before her.
With renewed anger, she took control of the situation again. Bracing her hands on the seat she began sliding herself up and then ramming herself down his long shaft. She wasn’t slow or gentle, drawing out the pleasure. Instead she was like a machine, her movements mechanical and wooden, riding him with a single-minded need to drive herself towards a quick and joyless climax.
Behind her, Kevin watched Jamie bounce on his cock like it was completely detached from a living, feeling person. He wasn’t complaining. It still felt incredible. Her rounded bottom flexed with every downward thrust and her hair flew around her shoulders in a cloud of flaming silk. She was gorgeous. Everything about her body drove him insane with desire, but whatever personal connection had existed between them had suddenly dispersed, leaving him feeling like a human dildo. What had changed? Just moments before he had felt like they were equal participants in what had been a very passionate encounter with the potential for much, much more.
He was torn. He’d promised to give her exactly what she wanted, but was this is it? She wanted to objectify him? Take her pleasure and move on? Reduce him to a convenient erection and nothing more? He wasn’t sure why this bothered him exactly. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a woman had taken what he had to offer and then discarded him. But this time was different. He wanted more. He wanted all of her, present and aware that she was with him, not some nameless, faceless stud with a big cock and no soul. That wasn’t him. At least not anymore.
Wrapping his arms around Jamie’s furiously bucking hips, he pulled her back against him until she was forced to still her movements. “Hey. Let’s slow this down for a second, okay?” He said, crossing his arms across her chest and pressing his lips against her shoulder.
“What?” She gasped, squirming in his grasp until her face was visible to him and she could glare at him properly. Her cheeks were flushed with her exertion and she looked completely shocked that he would ask her to stop in the middle of her performance. “I thought you said I could have exactly what I wanted.”
He kissed her shoulder again and then smoothed his hands over her breasts. Her nipples grew even harder and he gave one of them a small tweak. “Angel. Give me five minutes to play and if you don’t like it we can go back to your pogo-stick style of sex, okay?”
“Pogo-stick?” She gasped, squirming in earnest now to get away. She nearly succeeded in dislodging his penis from her body, but he was somehow able to keep her in place. She stopped moving when she realized she was trapped. “You didn’t like it?” She asked, her voice tremulous.
He hugged her to him, oddly touched that she sounded so unsure of herself. How could she doubt herself? It didn’t compute. She was something else. Raging one moment and then showing him her vulnerability the next. He adored her wildness and unpredictability. If she was his woman he’d never be bored again. But she didn’t belong to him and never would. All he had was right now and he was determined to make the most of it.
He smoothed her hair away from her neck and pressed his lips below her ear. She shuddered in response
and he felt her inner muscles tighten around his cock. He nearly groaned at the unbelievable pleasure rippling along his shaft, but fought the distraction. He needed to both reassure the incredible woman in his arms and convince her to give him more than she was willing to give. A daunting task, to say the least. But more than worth it if he could pull it off.
“Jamie. It was great. Even pogo-stick sex with you is unbelievable. But give me the chance to make it better. I need more from you. Don’t give me this cold, clinical version of what sex with you can be like. I want everything. Just this once. So, don’t hold back. Okay?”
She paused and then her body stopped straining away from him. “Five minutes? I think I’ve heard this before.”
“Just five. This time I’ll stick to it, I promise.”
“Okay, what do you want?” She asked suspiciously.
“Let me show you.” He said huskily, running his hands up and down her body in a gesture that was supposed to be both soothing and arousing. He cupped both of her breasts and pinched her sweet little nipples as he breathed hot puffs of air against the nape of her neck.
Despite her determination to remain unmoved by Kevin’s skills, Jamie felt herself responding as one of his warm hands drifted downward to cup her between her legs. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his penis was still buried deep within her pussy as he concentrated on strumming his fingers against her clit.
“Do you like that, baby?” He asked as he began rolling his hips gently against her, making his hard cock rub along the walls of her sheath, hitting every nerve ending buried deep within her, creating the most delicious friction she’d ever experienced.
She didn’t answer, just bit down hard on her lip and ground down on him, trying to take back some measure of control.
“Stop,” he whispered, “just let me love you.”
Unable to fight her own desire anymore she gave in and allowed herself to respond to the desperate plea in his voice. She could enjoy a few minutes with him without worrying about the consequences or what the future held. She didn’t need to purposely sabotage her own pleasure just to punish him for his past. She could enjoy him fully and then move on. She almost believed it.
“Okay,” she sighed and let go of the death grip she had on the front seat and slowly curled back until she was draped over him like a blanket. She turned her face to the side and brought one hand up to cup his jaw. Then she kissed his lips, softly and sweetly.
Kevin groaned and pulled her tight against his body, holding her fiercely as their mouth and tongues met and played for long moments until the need for more overwhelmed them both.
Then Kevin began to move. He began rocking his hips up and down in a slow gliding roll that made Jamie sigh and break their kiss. She couldn’t concentrate on his lips and that exquisite rocking between her thighs at the same time. It was too much. So she gripped the seat in front of them again and began moving in counter rhythm to his slow gyrations. She circled her hips and was rewarded by his rasping curse of delight behind her.
Soon their slow, sensual movements became frenzied and out of control. His grunts of pleasure echoed through the interior of the car as she rode him hard and fast in time with his upward thrusts.
Despite the chilly interior of the car, sweat broke out on both their bodies and they slid against each other, their flesh slapping together faster and faster.
“God, I know the five minutes are up, but don’t stop.” Kevin said, twisting his hips from one side to the other to adjust the angle of his thrusts.
Jamie just shook her head in reply. He felt so good. Even that small adjustment was all it took and she felt her body starting to gather and reach for what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Leaning all the way forward until her the tips of her breasts brushed his thighs she ground down on him and felt her hips take over in small jerky thrusts she had no control over. Then it happened. A massive wave of heat and bliss broke over her and she squeezed her inner muscles around his hard cock, trying to hold onto the pleasure as long as possible. She made a keening sound as her climax rocked through her core and ripples of ecstasy flowed throughout her entire body.
Behind her, she heard his answering roar of satisfaction and then he was thrusting hard and fast, holding her in place with his big hands as he drove himself up into her convulsing sheath. She felt him shudder and then he went completely still.
Jamie slowly forced her muscles to unclench around him but didn’t move off his lap. Instead she threw her head back and stretched sensuously, reaching upward towards the ceiling of the car. She was surprised to feel his hands tenderly smoothing up her back. He didn’t seem the cuddly type and yet he was drawing her back against him once again. She thought about resisting, but his warmth was too tempting. She allowed him to hold her and nearly purred with satisfaction as his huge hands settled possessively on her open thighs.
“You okay?” He asked, pressing a sweet kiss against her ear.
“Incredible,” she said, before she could think about it. She ran her hands down his forearms, idly playing with the silky golden hair for a long moment until she reached his watch. Then reality swept in.
“Shit,” she said, looking at the face of his chunky platinum Rolex. “It’s past one. I’ve got to get out of here.” Without much grace, she began trying to scramble off his lap.
“Whoah. Not much for the afterglow, are you?” Kevin said chuckling while holding her effortlessly in place. “Isn’t this the part where we cuddle and reflect on what just happened? And possibly discuss when it can happen again? Like as soon as possible, I hope.”
Was he serious? Cuddling? Reflecting? What happened to the man-whore? “Look Kev. This was great. It really was. I forgot how amazing it can be, so thank you.” She turned slightly and kissed him above the eyebrow in a conciliatory gesture. “Now, I really have to get to an appointment. So, can you kindly let me up?”
Kevin was silent as he took care of the condom and helped her off his lap. He watched her intently as she gathered her clothes and began pulling them on haphazardly.
“So, that’s it?” He finally asked as he jerked up his jeans and tucked himself away.
Jamie sighed as she hurriedly buttoned up her cardigan. “Kevin. We said ‘no strings’ remember? Two consenting, horny adults in a public place, right?”
“Yeah, right.” He said evenly as he looked out the window at where the rain had slowed to a trickle. “At least let me drive you where you need to go. Is it close?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be faster if I just walk.” Jamie said, so intent on making herself presentable she didn’t even notice that Kevin looked like he’d just been slapped.
“Alright,” he said softly.
“Now. Get dressed before you catch cold. Okay?” She said as she shrugged back into her coat and tucked her wild hair into her beret.
He nodded but didn’t move towards his clothing.
“Kevin. Please don’t be like this.” She touched his arm and tried to catch his eyes, but he was staring out the window with a completely blank expression on his handsome face. He didn’t look angry exactly. Or confused. Or hurt. Just void of emotion. Very unlike the usual animated Kevin she had come to know recently.
She couldn’t help but take a few moments to study and admire him. His hair was tousled like mad from the rain and being rubbed against the back seat but he didn’t look ridiculous. He looked incredible. His bare chest rippled with so much muscle he looked like he belonged in a beefcake calendar. For one brief moment she wondered what she was doing. Why would she leave this gorgeous creature? For what? To make an appointment she didn’t want to face anyway?
But the longer she stayed the harder it was going to be to leave. And she really didn’t want to hurt him more than she had already. Getting away from him was the kindest thing she could do. For either of them. Because every second she was with him more feelings bubbled to the surface. Feelings that had no place between them.
Impulsively, she placed her fin
gers on his cool cheek and turned his face towards her. “I like you. I really do, but you know there can’t be anything more than this, right?” Her voice sounded surprisingly self-assured to her own ears, but the words seemed hollow, like she was speaking a line. She hoped he didn’t notice.
“Why?” He gripped her hand where it rested on his cheek and gave her an intense look. All blankness disappeared from his expression and she could see everything there in his eyes. He looked desperate and in pain. She hated what she had done to him but didn’t see what other choice she had. A clean break was best.
Jamie couldn’t look at him so she rolled her eyes heavenward, trying to recapture their light banter from before. “You know why. Mr. Promiscuous.”
He didn’t smile at her teasing tone. His lips actually thinned and a vein she’d never noticed before seemed to pulse at his temple. Yet when he finally spoke his tone was a sexy growling purr that made her icy nipples stand up and take notice. “No, I don’t know,” he rasped. “We make each other laugh and we just had astronomical sex. Plus, we share an appreciation for fine lingerie. Seems like an excellent basis for something more. Don’t you think?”
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