by Hazel Kelly
“Even if you could in that condition,” she said, dropping her gaze to my aching bulge. “I’d still want at least a peek at your new whip after all this talk.”
“You’re right,” I said, smiling. “It would be wrong to deprive you of the tour now, seeing as how you’ve gotten so excited about it.”
“Very excited.”
I felt out of my mind as I pressed the button on my keys, my heart skipping a beat as the rear lights blinked up ahead. “What would you like to see first?”
“Definitely the backseat.”
I opened the back door of my Range Rover and extended a palm towards the interior. “Your chariot awaits, madam.”
She put one foot on the step and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “It’s the charioteer I’m interested in, sir, with all due respect.”
“Leave your respect at the door. You won’t need it on this ride.”
She stepped inside and my head swelled with excitement.
I followed and closed the door behind me. “What do you think?”
“It’s lovely,” she said, running her hand along the top of the backseat. “But how does it handle curves?”
“You tell me.” I slid towards her and cradled her cheek in my hand.
Her eyes bounced between mine.
“Is this crazy or what?”
“Completely,” she said. “But it’s so us.”
I kissed her hard, clenching her hair in my fist as I inhaled her.
She slid her leg from the high slit in her dress and straddled my lap, holding my face as she kissed me back and scooted her hips towards my cock.
I explored her body with my hands, squeezing every sexy curve I could find.
She fumbled at my buttons, growing breathless as she parted my shirt and splayed her delicate hands over my chest. “You have abs,” she said, smiling against my lips.
“You say that like I didn’t always.”
She laughed.
“Never laugh at a man when he’s getting undressed.”
“I’m not laughing at you,” she said, pushing my shirt off my shoulders. “I’m laughing at the fact that you think you’ve always had abs.”
My mouth fell open, but having her hands on me made it impossible to object. “I can’t remember getting any complaints from you before.”
“That’s ’cause I thought you were perfect.”
“Where the hell is the zipper on this thing?” I asked, grabbing blindly at the back of her dress.
She lifted an arm, and I found the slight red zipper immediately.
“‘Thought’ as in past tense?” I asked.
“No,” she said, leaning back to look at me as I slid the zipper down her torso. “Not past tense.”
“How far does this go,” I asked as the zipper curved towards her thigh.
“Keep going,” she said, watching as I approached the top of the slit.
When I reached the end, her whole dress came away in one piece. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” My eyes roamed her body from her strapless bra to her skimpy thong to the familiar piercing in her belly button. “And I thought I liked the dress before.”
S E V E N T E E N
- Lily -
I was no stranger to being admired, but knowing Sebastian’s feelings for me ran more than skin deep felt amazing.
“Are you okay?” I asked when he finally lifted his eyes to mine.
He slid his heavy hands up my smooth thighs. “If I didn’t want you so bad, I swear to God I’d go buy a lottery ticket right now.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, tugging his shirt from his pants. “I promise you’ll feel like a winner when we’re done.”
“No no. Your treat, remember? You said it yourself.” He laid me down on the backseat, careful not to knock my head on the door, and moved over me, his chiseled abs pulsing with his breath.
I reached for his belt, and his eyes searched my face as I undid the clasp, the button, and the zipper before wrestling his pants down over his hips.
He took over from there and pushed his pants to the floor, his boxers giving off a tangible heat without making even the slightest dent in his toned waistline.
I relished the weight of his body as he lowered himself over me, groping my breasts as he kissed my décolletage. He used to do that, used to taste my body all over and joke that he didn’t want any part of me to be jealous of any other.
It killed me now to think there had been times I’d hurried him as a teenager. If only I’d known how good I had it. If only I’d known how hard it was to find a man who would celebrate my every inch with equal enthusiasm.
Never again would I make such an awful mistake. Never again would I take this for granted.
I exhaled as he found the hook on the back of my bra and flung it to the floor, replacing the smooth band of silk with his lips and tongue.
My nipples ached as they rose to meet his warm mouth.
“Sebastian,” I whispered, closing my eyes so I could focus on the heat of his hands as they roamed my curves, his every tender touch soaking my panties a little more.
He kissed his way down my stomach, tightening his grip on my breasts until I couldn’t tell who was more turned on.
“Do you remember when you got this?” he asked, flicking my small diamond belly button ring.
“I remember how diligent you were about checking to make sure it was healing properly.”
He laughed. “I took my bedside manner very seriously.”
I bit my lip as he curled his fingers in the top of my underwear.
“I still do,” he said, scooting back and taking my panties with him.
I propped myself up on my elbows and scooted towards the door on my side to give him more room.
“You changed your hair,” he said, pushing my legs apart.
I blushed, embarrassed to be studied so closely by a man who once knew me so well, a man who once loved me so well. It was different than when I was studied as an object, as a doll.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and lowered his mouth between my legs.
I whimpered at the first stroke of his tongue, and at the second, warm tingles spread through my body.
His dark lashes looked thick against his cheeks as he licked me in the spot where I was most sensitive, taking breaks in between laps of his tongue to gently nibble my swollen bud.
I shoved a hand in his thick hair and moaned as he slid his lips along my slit, thrusting his tongue inside me to scoop out my warm silk. Before long, I began to buzz again and waves of heat rolled across the back of my neck.
“Sebastian,” I said, scooting away from his relentless tongue.
He lifted his face and licked his wet lips.
“I want to drive for a while.”
His thick brows furrowed.
I nodded towards his boxers, and he pushed them down, revealing a dick that was so swollen it looked purple in the dim light.
He raised himself into a sitting position, and I leaned forward, taking his cock in my hand before leaning in for a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips and tongue as he surged against my palm.
His kisses were playful and wet, and I reached between my legs with my free hand, scooping some wet silk onto my fingers. Then I leaned back to spread myself on his dick, coating my palm as I tightened my grip around him.
He clenched his jaw, and I stared at his handsome face while I stroked his solid length.
“There’s a condom,” he said, barely able to speak through the pleasure I was inflicting. “In my glove compartment.”
I ignored him and lowered my head to lick the precum off his dick. Then I swirled my tongue around the rim of his head and sank him to the back of my throat.
He put one hand on the back of my head and smoothed the other over my ass.
I squeezed my lips around him and bobbed on his cock slowly at first, speeding up when I heard his breath grow shallow.
“Fuck, Lily. That feels too good.”
/> I moaned as I worked him, letting vibrations pass through my lips and down his shaft to his firm balls, all the while getting off on what a pleasure it was to suck him, to feel his smooth hardness in my mouth.
He held me still for a second, and I swallowed, my throat closing around his throbbing head.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he said. “Get a condom.”
I wanted to tell him I was on the pill, wanted to let him fuck me raw and spill his seed inside me. But at the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t who I was pretending to be. I wasn’t the pure, innocent girl who loved him all those years ago. I was something else. Something dangerous that he deserved to be protected from.
I sucked my way up his shaft slowly, French kissing his head before I leaned up.
He lifted his chin towards the front seat, his chiseled expression full of desire.
I leaned past the passenger seat and reached for the glove box, biting my lip when I felt his hand smooth over my ass. “God help me, Lily. The things you make me want to do.”
Before I could even lower myself down on the seat again, he grabbed the foil packet from my hand, tore it open, and slid the ring over his throbbing cock.
“Come here,” he said, draping his arms across the top of the backseat. “Show me how you drive stick.”
E I G H T E E N
- Sebastian -
She was fucking gorgeous, and the scent of her sex mixed with that new car smell was making testosterone pump through me like a bull.
She pressed her lips together, straddled my lap, and took a deep breath. Then she grabbed my dick, and it surged in her hand.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked. “I said sit on it.”
She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth as she rose up on her knees.
I brought my hands to her hips and braced myself when I felt her press my head against her warm seam.
She dropped her forehead against mine as she lowered herself, her panting breath hot against my face. “Oh God,” she whispered, sinking further.
She was so tight it only took moments for my heartbeat to sync with the pulsing of her pussy.
“You feel too good,” I breathed against her lips.
“So do you,” she said, squeezing my shoulders as she sank to the base of my shaft. Then she lifted her eyes and looked at me with parted lips.
I pushed her hair out of her face and held her cheek, thinking a million romantic things that it was too soon to say.
She rocked her hips forward, her entire face furrowing when I hit a new depth.
I bucked my hips to urge her on, and her head fell back, exposing the delicate flesh of her neck.
“You’re too beautiful when you fuck me,” I said, massaging her breasts.
Her head rolled to the side and her hair fell with it.
I clenched my jaw as I pinched her nipples, and a sinful warmth melted my legs and chest, causing me to slouch down against the seat so I could hit her even deeper.
Her hips danced in a seductive, rhythmic circle, and the memory of the way she liked to crush her clit against the base of my shaft came back to me like a waking dream.
It wasn’t like that the first time she rode me, though. The first time, she was self-conscious, hesitant, and unsure of how to move her body. But there was no hint of that shy woman now. She was long gone, replaced by a woman who knew exactly what she was doing to both of us.
Lily reached behind her ass and dragged her nails across my balls, making every hair on my body stand up.
“Don’t do that,” I said, already unsettled at the lack of control I was feeling.
“What?” she asked, doing it again. “This?”
“Yeah, that.” I grabbed her ass and slid her up and down my length.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked, shoving her tits in my face as she did it once more.
“A little too much,” I said, grabbing her forearms and pulling her forward.
Her breasts crushed against my chest, and I draped her arms over the seatback behind me.
She moved her hands to the back of my neck and kept rocking her hips. “I’m going to come,” she said, her hair falling around my face.
I glanced at her lips. “Do it.”
“Come with me,” she said.
“With pleasure.” I grabbed her, flipped her onto her back, and thrust my dick inside her until I was buried in her tight warmth.
She pressed her splayed fingertips against the door and moaned when I found her clit, crying out as I fucked her harder.
I realized I was close when she squeezed her eyes shut and let her mouth fall open, releasing a silent scream.
I could feel my balls slapping in the silk dripping from her hot pussy, and when she grabbed her own tits and curled towards me, I came hard and fast, my eyes sweeping her flushed body as I burst.
When we finally stopped shaking, I pulled out of her and fell forward, dropping a cheek between her heaving breasts.
She trailed her fingers through my hair as I listened to her heartbeat, my eyes exhausted from taking in so much beauty.
A few minutes later, we sat up, and I pulled her legs across my lap and put my arm around her.
“What did you think of your test drive?” I asked.
She laughed.
“I thought you did a great job hugging the road.”
She rolled her eyes.
I turned my face towards hers and dragged the back of my fingers along her jawline. “You make me feel young again.”
“You are young,” she said, pushing my chest. “Young and crazy.”
“Crazy about you.”
She scoffed.
“Just a couple of crazy kids doing it in the car on a Friday night.”
“As if any kids have access to a car this nice?”
“So you like it?”
She twisted her mouth. “It’s probably my favorite car of all time.”
I exhaled. “Well, that’s a relief. The last thing I want to hear is that you enjoyed someone else’s ride more.”
“Don’t be stupid,” she said, pointing at me. “And don’t dig for compliments.”
“What’s the difference between digging and asking? It’s not like I was trying to be subtle.”
She swung her legs behind her and leaned across my lap. “I still think you’re perfect.”
I smiled.
“How’s that for a compliment?”
“Coming from you? It’s enough to make me forget about that lottery ticket.”
Her mouth twitched.
“We’ve still got it, Lil.”
A shy smile bent her lips.
“You and me. We’ve still got it.”
She cast her eyes down at my chest.
“Did you see the flowers up front, by the way?”
She turned around and peeked between the seats. “Yep.”
“They’re for you.”
She furrowed her brow. “Why didn’t you bring them to the restaurant? Did you plan to bring me here all along?”
“Of course not.”
She squinted at me.
“I didn’t bring them to the restaurant because I had mad butterflies and forgot.”
She dropped her chin to her chest. “You had mad butterflies?”
I nodded.
“Why?”
’Cause it’s not every day a man gets a second chance with the love of his life. “I don’t know. Because I still can’t believe I found you again. Because I was worried I dreamt our taco date.”
Her eyes sprang into soft crescents.
And then her phone rang.
She reached towards the ringing sound, pushing the clothes on the floor aside until she found her purse. “Hello.” She covered her free ear so she could hear better and glanced at me. Her face dropped a moment later. “I’ll be right there.”
“Is everything okay?” I asked, knowing the answer before I’d even asked the question.
“I have to go,” she s
aid, putting her underwear on like it was a race. “I’m so sorry. I’ve had such an amazing night.”
“What’s going on? Is there something I can do?”
“No.” She grabbed her dress off the floor. “It’s nothing you can help with.”
“Can I at least give you a ride somewhere?”
She wrapped her gown around her and zipped it up with none of the allure with which I’d unzipped it.
“Lily, talk to me.” My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with my brother about her being a runner, about the fact that she might do it again. I grabbed her shoulders. “Let me help.”
She looked up at me for a second, the whites of her eyes bright in the dim car. Then she pushed me away and slipped her shoes on as she slid out of the car. “I’ll explain later.”
I glanced at my clothes on the floor but couldn’t think straight enough to reach for anything. “Lily.”
“Thank you for a wonderful night,” she said, gripping the edge of the car door as she looked back at me. “It was…perfect.”
“When can I see you again?” I asked, torn between looking for my boxers and keeping my eyes on her. “How about lunch Tuesday?”
“I visit Paige on Tuesdays,” she said. “It’ll have to be another day. I don’t know. I’ll call you.” She slammed the door in my face.
“What the fuck?!” I asked, running my hands through my hair. What the fuck just happened? I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees, and shook my head. Then I lifted my clothes onto the seat, wondering what the hell I was supposed to think.
And to top it all off, she forgot her flowers.
F L A S H B A C K
- Lily -
I could’ve stared into that boy’s eyes forever.
“What?” Sebastian asked, his smile crushing his cheek against the pillow.
“I can’t decide if we’re spending too much time smiling at each other.”
He slid his hand over the edge of my frayed jean shorts and pulled my leg over his hip. “Impossible.”
I trailed a finger down the front of his Strokes shirt.
“You’re the last person in the world who should feel bad about smiling right now.”
