by Lilly Atlas
“It’s fine. I’m in just as much of a hurry as you are,” she said from behind him.
The maître d’ held the door for them and shot Kristin a wink as they left the restaurant. If Derek wasn’t in such a frenzy to get her naked, he’d have stopped and let the man know just how much he appreciated another man flirting with her.
She barely seemed to notice though, keeping pace with him as they hurried into the parking garage one block down from the restaurant. The dark garage was quiet except for the rapid click-clack of her heels on the concrete. He kept his hand low on the bare skin of her back as he guided her toward the vehicle. That damn dress dipped in the back, exposing creamy skin, and he honestly couldn’t say whether he preferred the view from the front or the back. There was something about the smooth curves of a woman’s naked back that was sexy as fuck.
When they reached his black Escalade, he held the door open and she climbed into the back seat, giving him an up close and personal view of her stellar ass as she crawled across the seat. Thank God, the windows were tinted. He wasn’t sure he could have driven them anywhere in his state. As long as she didn’t scream the place down, none of the unsuspecting individuals searching for their cars would have a clue what was going on inside the vehicle.
As he slid into the back seat after the woman who was about to rock his world, his hands shook. Shit. He was nervous as hell. Not once in his life had he been nervous to be with a woman. Not even when he’d lost his virginity at fifteen to his homecoming date in her parents’ basement.
But now? Now he was trembling worse than a virgin bride on her wedding night.
Get it together, asshole.
Somehow, he managed to flick the dome light on without betraying how unsteady he was.
The moment he glanced at the woman waiting for him to make a move, all his doubts were replaced by intense desire. She’d kicked off the heels and rested with her back propped against the rear passenger door, both legs bent at the knee and braced on the leather seat giving him a view straight up her dress. The darkened swatch of fabric covering her pussy called to him like a siren’s song.
Forgetting all thoughts of guilt, neglect, or regrets, he closed the distance between them and knelt between her thighs.
“Give me your mouth.”
She obeyed his order without hesitation. No games and no more teasing. Just upturned lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her anticipation grew. He captured her lips in a kiss full of two years of pent-up hunger.
The flavor of wine lingered on her tongue, adding to her natural sweetness. He took command of the kiss, sliding a hand around the back of her neck and holding her just where he wanted her. She gave as good as she got, nipping at his lips and moaning into his mouth as she arched into him.
He groaned as she rubbed against him, her hot core burning into his leg. As he continued to kiss her like he’d die without it, he nudged his thick thigh tighter into the notch between her legs. She whimpered and ground herself against him.
After a few moments of making out and dry humping like teenagers, she began trembling and Derek smiled against her mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she lost control. He deepened the kiss, in full command of her body at that moment. Just how he liked it. He never put any labels on himself or the way he liked to fuck, but one thing was for sure, he craved being in control at all times.
Her shivers increased, and he eased his thigh back. She would come multiple times tonight, but the first would be around his cock. Squeezing him and holding him in her body while she lost herself.
“No, J-Jake, more.” She moaned and lifted herself against him, but he’d moved too far out of her reach.
With a chuckle, he ended the kiss and stared down at her. She panted beneath him, her eyes glazed and shining with lust. At the tips of her heaving breasts, her nipples beaded against the fabric of the snug dress.
“Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His language tended to deteriorate when his brain was flooded with high levels of testosterone. Not that it was very proper to begin with.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Guilt and regret scratched at the back of his neck, trying to worm their way into the car and between them. Try as he might, the feelings were too strong to ignore. How could he have— He shook his head. He’d been so stupid, taken so many things for granted.
“Hey.” She cupped his cheek in her small hand. “I sure hope you aren’t done with me yet. Because I got to tell you, I’ve played out this date in my head a hundred times over the past few days and none of those times did it end with a quick make-out session in the back of your car.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “How did it end?” Some of the invading gloom dissipated.
“Usually with you telling me what a sex goddess I am and how you’ve never come so hard in your life.” She winked.
This time his laugh was loud and genuine. She was exactly what he’d needed. The only thing he’d ever needed. He shoved away the last of the negative thoughts. They had no place between them. Not in that moment.
For him, the time was fast approaching. Time to let the thoughts in and deal with them even though he wanted to continue running from them. But where had running gotten him? It brought nothing but loneliness and lack of physical affection. Damn, he was a fool.
“What about me? Will you tell me I’m a sex god?”
A saucy grin lit her face. “Guess that remains to be seen.”
Chapter Three
Finally.
What he’d been denied—denying himself—for so long was right there in front of him. Soft, warm, vibrant. Making him laugh and remember that there was more to life than wallowing in self-pity. All he had to do was reach out and take it.
And he damn well planned to. Again, and again.
“Scoot down,” he said.
He shifted his weight back, and she shimmied down until she was lying flat on the bench seat of the Escalade’s back row.
“I need to see more of you.” Needed to gaze upon the body he’d only been privy to in his dreams and fantasies for two years. With unsteady hands, he tried to draw the straps of the dress down her shoulders, but he couldn’t maneuver it properly in the tight space of the car.
“Fuck it,” he said, making her giggle. A growl rose in his throat as he pulled the V of her dress wide, exposing her bare breasts. As in no bra. Just stiff nipples on display to his hungry gaze. Shit if he’d know that, he might have skipped the meal altogether. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.” There was no finesse to the way he manhandled the fabric to keep it out of the way.
As soon as she was exposed to him, he latched on to a nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She cried out and fisted his short hair in her hands, holding his head against her as though there was a chance in hell he’d stop what he was doing. With his tongue, he rhythmically pressed the taut bud to the roof of his mouth.
“Oh, D-Jake. That feels so good. It’s been so long. More, more.”
It was the understatement of the year, but he agreed with how fucking good it was. The taste of her flooded his system like a drug. He moved to the other breast, this time seizing her nipple between his teeth and giving a less than gentle nip.
She went wild beneath him, bucking and pulling his hair while nonsensical words flowed from her. “Jake! Inside me, now. I can’t wait. Now, now, now.”
God, he loved her like this. Wild, begging for him, desperate to feel him. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he fumbled with his belt and zipper.
“What?” Her lust-filled eyes grew confused. “Make what up to me?”
“I’m so fuckin’ close to the edge, this first time might only last five seconds. But I’ll make it up to you later. As much as you want.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m right there with you and even it if it’s only five seconds, they’ll be the best five seconds I’ve had in a really long time.” While she spoke, she hiked the skirt of her dress up and over her hips, bunching it a
Her words fueled him as much as any physical caress and he ripped the flimsy panties from her with one violent tug. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, making Derek’s head spin. He gripped her hips and tugged her closer. Fisting his cock in his hand, he brought it to her opening and pushed in with a slow steady stroke.
A long, low groan escaped her as he worked his way inside. She was tight and so fucking hot his eyes nearly crossed. Thank fuck she was soaked, or he would have worried about hurting her.
They both sighed when he sank as deep as he possibly could, but it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
That was all he needed to hear. He drew back then powered into her with a stroke that sent her sliding along the seat. “Yesss,” she cried as her hand flew above her head and braced against the door. “More like that. Again.”
In the next instant, he was slamming into her with two years’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration. His body completely took over, out of his control, no longer under his command. If he’d had any sense, he’d have gentled his hold on her hips, slowed the furious pace of his thrusts and made sure she was as close to exploding as he was, but his mind was blank to everything except the searing pleasure of her pussy.
Sure, the Escalade was roomy, but at six-two, he was a big man, and the back seat wasn’t exactly designed for sexual gymnastics. One of his knees dug into the floorboard while the other braced against the seat back.
As predicted, it didn’t take long for him to reach the point of no return. He buried himself in her as his surroundings faded away and the pleasure became its own kind of agony. In the distance, he registered the frantic sounds of his woman coming, her body jerking beneath him as she found her release.
He collapsed half on her, half hanging from the seat, in an awkward position, but he’d have lain on a bed of nails if it meant feeling her softness against him.
“Well,” she said around heaving breaths. “I think that was actually like twenty seconds. Four times more than you predicted, stud.”
He laughed, the jostling motion causing him to slip from her body. He wasn’t finished with her, not by a long shot. And if this night wasn’t going to end with them tucked away in bed, wrapped around each other while they slept—which he knew it wouldn’t—then he was going to get his fill of her before they left his car.
With a muttered curse, he lifted himself off her. Damn, he wasn’t a young man anymore. Who’d have thought that at thirty-eight he’d still be able to contort himself enough to fuck a woman to a screaming orgasm in the back of his car? Granted the car was certainly an upgrade from anything he had back in the day, but still. He’d be paying for this tomorrow.
With a huge fuckin’ grin on his face.
Kristin lay sprawled on the seat, eyes closed and a satiated smile on her flushed face. While she reveled in the afterglow, he slid two fingers into her soaked channel. Her eyes flew open and a loud gasp flew from her. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“No way in hell are we finished, babe.” She was completely drenched with the combination of their cum. He curled his fingers, pressing the spot that had her arching into his hand with a whimper. “And while I may need a minute to recover before I can slide back into you, you don’t. Keep your eyes open.”
“Oh, God.” She did as he asked and kept her gorgeous eyes on him.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes. No! I don’t know. Just don’t stop.”
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to be further connected to her as he drove her up again, but then he wouldn’t have the pleasure of watching her climb.
And it was a fuckin’ pleasure.
Chest and face glowing, she gripped the edge of the seat with one hand and the seatbelt with the other, as though she needed an anchor to reality. Her hips rocked, riding his hand and helping to create the perfect friction.
He loved that she wasn’t shy about taking what she wanted. Not like this. Not when it was just the two of them. Need for him outweighed her bashful nature. This was a woman who loved touch, loved physical intimacy, loved to come.
“I’m close,” she said on a gasp as he worked her with two fingers. Her hips jerked faster, and her eyelids fluttered closed as though she lost the battle to keep them open. He allowed it, too enraptured to care.
With his free hand, he lifted her leg off the seat and ran his tongue along the back of her knee. The unexpected sensation was enough to catapult her over the edge. Her back arched, breasts high and enticing, then she squeezed her eyes tight as she came on a wail.
There wasn’t anything in the world more beautiful than watching an orgasm rip through this woman. She gave herself to it fully, basking in every second. Even though it had only been a few minutes and he for damn sure wasn’t a man in his twenties, he was rock hard and ready to go again just from watching the show.
He scooped her up and positioned her over his lap, sliding into her with ease. Just inches from his, her eyes widened, and her mouth formed an adorable O shape.
“One more, baby,” he said.
“Shit,” she whispered, sounding sleepy and satisfied. “I’m not sure I have it in me.”
He snorted. She had at least that much in her; he’d put money on it. He slid his hand into the long locks of her hair and guided her mouth toward his. “I need you now,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now.” She nodded a fraction of a second before her lips parted and she accepted his kiss. At first, she rode him gently, the soft kiss matching the pace of their lovemaking. But quickly, the fire burned out of control once again. The kiss grew hungrier, tongues clashing, lips pressed together as though trying to permanently fuse and she ground against him with a renewed burst of energy.
She tore her mouth away, sucking in huge gulps of air. Giving in to the madness, she allowed her head to fall back. The end of her hair tickled his thighs and her breasts thrust toward him in an open invitation he’d never decline.
“So good, so good,” she chanted, again and again, riding him like he was a wild stallion and she a brave adventurer.
There was nothing better in this world than where he was and what he was doing in that moment. Lost in her wet heat, the softness of her plump breast filling his mouth, her cries of joy reaching his ears.
As he raced toward what would no doubt be a devastating orgasm, he was again struck by the magnitude of all he’d been missing out on.
Chapter Four
Hands on her hips, Alyssa stood on the plush zebra-print area rug in the center of the room. Since the day after Katie passed, the day she retrieved her daughter’s favorite dress for the burial, Alyssa hadn’t stepped foot in what used to be her favorite room of the house. Funny, considering she’d been dreading taking on nurseries and kids rooms when she started her small interior design business.
It took becoming a mother for her to find joy in creating a warm, playful, and comforting space for a little person. How many hours had she rocked her baby daughter in this very room? How many nights had she kissed Katie’s chubby cheeks and wished her sweet dreams? Not enough, that was for sure. But she’d loved every one of those moments.
Now, stepping into the room had been akin to a punch in the stomach. The safari animals painted on the walls mocked her with their toothy grins and large eyes. Toys that had once provided her daughter hours of fun looked sad and forlorn covered in a thick layer of dust. Neglected.
“What was I thinking? I can’t do this,” Alyssa muttered. She needed to get out of the room before the walls closed in and she suffocated in her grief.
One night. She’d had a one-night vacation from the sadness and despair. The fact that that one night came equipped with more than one mind-melting orgasm was a bonus. A fan-freaking-tastic bonus, but she’d have been almost as happy with just a few sorrow-free hours.
“Alyssa!” The voice, as familiar as her own, bellowed through the house. “Where the hell are you, chickie?”
Despite her morose mood, the sound of Roxanne’s searching yell brought a smile to her face. They were sisters in all but blood and if anyone stood a chance at yanking her out of her depression, it was Roxie.
“Oh, hell no! Do not tell me you are in this room all alone. I just knew you were going to do something stupid today.” Roxie appeared in the doorway with her fists on her hips and a severe scowl on her face. Her sleek A-line bob framed the look of disapproval on her face. Her hair was dyed a silver color with streaks of deep purple. It was funky and chic at the same time. Alyssa had always been envious of her friend’s easy sense of style and self-confidence. “You just had to tackle this today, huh? And alone? Why the hell didn’t you wait for your husband to get home from work?”
Because my husband and I don’t do things together anymore. A sharp pang of sadness and longing hit her.
“She would have been five today and a half today. I never paid attention to half birthdays until I met you. But since you always took her for ice cream, I remembered.” Alyssa picked up the stuffed elephant that had been Katie’s constant companion since before she’d turned one. The fur wasn’t as soft as it had once been due to countless trips through the washing machine. Sticky hands did quite a number on stuffed animals.
The ache in her heart came from a deep sadness that she couldn’t seem to overcome.
“I know, sweetie. That’s why I’m here. Why are you doing this today? The room’s not going anywhere. You do not have to clean it out today.” Roxie sank to her knees on the floor next to Alyssa. She bent forward and kissed the fuzzy pink elephant Alyssa still held. “Hi, Miss Fuzzy Trunk.”
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