“I don’t want to wait for your bed.” I sigh, raking my nails down his back. “But I suppose if I have to… ”
I can’t believe the sound of my own voice, all breathy and low and laced with want, and any other time I would probably be embarrassed, but not today. No, right now all I can focus on is how badly I want him, and I’m not about to let a little inconvenience like a bathroom closet stop me from getting mine.
He smirks down at me and I feel flutters in my chest and want pooling in my core, and I bite my lip up at him, silently begging him. Exactly what I’m begging for I’m not sure, but I’m willing to bet that he can figure it out; he managed to awaken a side of me that no one else ever has, so this should be easy for him.
“Come on.” He urges, a hand still in my hair, gently coaxing me to turn around towards the door. “Let’s go out to my car.”
Well, he certainly doesn’t have to ask me twice. I give him a silent nod and I smirk, following him out of the bathroom once he made sure the coast was clear. The last thing that either of them needed was to be seen coming out of hiding in the broom closet in the women’s bathroom.
He leads me outside and where he has his car parked, and I’ve got to be honest; I’m impressed. He saunters over to a deep charcoal grey Aston Martin, and I can’t help the way my eyes go wide and I smile. He looks back at me with a cocky grin and chuckles, brows raised as he takes my hand again.
“You like it? Aston Martin DB11.”
“Oh, I very much like.” I chuckle, cocking my brow. “Though I will say that it’s a bit cliché that you’ve got a James Bond car.”
He laughs with a smile that encompasses his face from ear to ear and it’s infectious, making me chortle right along with him.
“I’d argue that he’s got my car.” He says confidently, shrugging. “This one’s a custom build, and there’s no other one like it in the world.”
“Well aren’t you special.”
“One of a kind.”
He’s got a grin that makes me weak in the knees and I both love and hate it; I’m not used to being so enthralled with someone else, let alone a man. But I figure that maybe it’s a sign, and I go for it.
“Well, let’s say I wanted a one of a kind ride? What would you say then?”
I smiled and took his hand, pressing myself to his front as I gazed up at him, gasping when he suddenly spins me around and pins me to the car.
“You certainly aren’t afraid to ask for what you want, are you?”
His tone is firm but playful, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans in and takes me into a searing kiss, my body heating up all over. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s sparking to life and I can’t help the way my hips roll into his, my body acting on its own accord, chasing what it wants.
“Well,” I say breathlessly, draping my arms over his shoulders and knitting my hands into his hair, “I figure why wait? In fact…”
I giggle softly and drag my nails down his front again, stopping just below his belt to grope and paw at his clothed cock, sighing.
“I don’t want to wait. I want a one-of-a-kind ride.”
“Are we talking about me, or my car?” He asks playfully, placing his hand over mine and squeezing with a groan. “Because we can do both.”
“Both, please.”
“Well, since you used your manners.”
He winks at me and reaches into his pocket for his keys, the sound of the car unlocking with a beep sending a thrill through my veins, and he opens up the door, pulling me inside with him. I shut the door behind us and hear the second beep of it locking, and before I’ve got a chance to say anything more he’s undoing my dress and I start to unlatch his belt.
We waste no time and I let out a surprised gasp when he pulls me into his lap, his lips on mine again. I can feel him rock hard beneath me and I let out a quiet moan, grinding my hips down on him, my hands sliding into his hair again.
“Ashton.” I plead quietly, rocking against him. “Please. I don’t want to wait any more.”
He wraps an arm around me and lifts me up with ease, just enough so that he can take himself in hand. I feel him hard against me, then he groans and I sink down on his cock. I go slow, wanting to feel every perfectly thick inch of him as I do, and I can’t hold back any more. I let out a heady moan and bury my face into the crook of his neck, whimpering when I give my hips a teasing roll and feel just how full he makes me feel.
I feel one of his arms around me on my hip while the other hand roams up my chest to tease my nipple, pinching and rolling it gently between his fingers as he coaxes me into moving.
His hand on my hip moves and slides me along his length, and my head falls back with a moan while I rock my hips, feeling everything tightening and coiling inside of me as I chase release. To say that I’m wound a bit tight is a gross understatement, but I can’t help it; there’s this sort of tension between us that I haven’t felt in… well, ever.
“Emily.”
He groans out my name and it sets my blood on fire, want and need all coursing through my veins in a dangerously potent cocktail of lust. I start to really move then, grinding my hips as I hold onto his shoulders, moans and whimpers filling his car as the windows fog. He lets out a hungry growl that only further spurs my want and he meets every one of my hips’ rolls with one of his own, harder and harder each time.
My head is filled with nothing but him—and that’s not the only thing filled with him—and I can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed with it all. I can feel the hot sting of tears trying to make their way out of my eyes and I screw them shut with a sigh, burying my face into his neck again as I kiss and gasp against his skin.
I can feel my chest tightening and my head swirling with thoughts, though I try to hide it, not wanting to ruin the moment all because I can’t seem to keep my emotions in check.
I apparently don’t do a very good job of it though because within a moment he slows and cups my cheek, tilting my gaze to his as he looks at me, his brow furrowed with concern.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” He says softly, his hand on my hip stilling me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay, just…. just a bit overwhelmed is all. It’s… ugh, it’s just been a while. I’m sorry.”
He shushes me and presses a soft, gentle kiss to my lips, thumb brushing over my cheek as he shakes his head. His other hand dances tenderly up and down my back, and he nips softly at my lip before he pulls away.
“Don’t be sorry. We can slow things down, okay? Do you want to-”
“No.” I say with a smile, cutting him off. “I just… just keep going, please? I just needed a second, and now what I need is you.”
I give my hips a teasing roll and gasp, feeling the beginnings of orgasm creeping up on me, so I start to move again.
He curses under his breath and a heady moan falls from his lips as he starts moving with me, his grip on my waist tightening. He uses it as leverage to move me, and it doesn’t take long for me to meet my end, and I cry out his name.
A slew of curses and nonsense fall from my lips as I rock and grind against him, wave after wave of pleasure wracking through me as he continues to move. I cling onto him desperately and he groans against my lips, and then he lets out a hungry growl and tilts my head to the side, his words groaned into my skin.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. I think you’ve got one more in you, yeah?”
He snaps his hips up into me harder and I gasp, whimpering against him as he holds me to him and draws out every ounce of pleasure that he can.
I sure hope that there are no reporters in the parkade watching us, because that would be the last thing we needed. Though, perhaps it would make for a good distraction from the case.
My thoughts are torn from my mind when he throws me headlong into another orgasm, my mind unable to focus on anything other than the pure, primal bliss he has me feeling.
17
Ashton
My work with Emily is full of surprises, but
I never once expected to have her straddling me in the backseat of my car. I hold her-lingering a moment longer than I expected-as she comes down from her high. Emily was already winning my admiration as a co-worker, but now I was seeing her in a new light. Behind the well-constructed front she puts up at work is something far more soft and vulnerable. Something few people ever get to see, I’m sure. Something I was sure to see again if our night continued on this path.
She rolls her head back forward, breathing out a heavy sigh followed by a lilting laughter. Her hand rises to her forehead, pushing back a wave of curls. I let my hands fall away from her sides. She seems more present now as we deal with the aftermath of our tryst, untangling our limbs.
“How was that for a one of a kind ride?” I ask.
“It sure was something,” she replies.
I swear she’s responding on a physical level. The way she ducks her head and smiles that shy grin says everything for her. She busies herself with smoothing out her skirt, while I zip up my pants. Emily Dryer, left nearly speechless. I’ve outdone myself this time. I open the door to the car and exit, one hand still holding the door open for Emily. The other arm is folded in front of me as I bow a little to look back into the car. She’s gathered herself up nicely and has swung her feet back to the floor, hand on her door.
“Would you like to ride in the passenger seat or would you rather be chauffeured?”
“I think I’ll take the passenger seat, thanks,” she laughs, head shaking. She is rounding her own door to the passenger seat while I close mine and head for the driver’s seat. A single click of a button unlocks both of our doors. I use the touchscreen on my car’s dashboard, quickly navigating to my online radio app.
“We’ve got a drive ahead of us. What do you want to listen to?” My fingers hover above several stations I’ve premade, but I’m curious what her response will be.
“You can pick,” she says adjusting her hair in the car’s side mirror, “It’s your car.”
“Yes, it is,” I start, looking directly at her. “But I want to know what you want.”
She returns my stare, and lets out a sigh. She brushes my hand out of the way, fingers soft and warm. She quickly navigates away from the playlists. Her eyes narrow, looking for something specific.
“Just remember that you literally asked me to pick,” she says. “I don’t want to hear any complaining if you don’t like it.”
“Surprise me. You’ll find I like more than you think.” While I wait, I stretch out, my arm lazily draping behind the headrest of her seat. She’s leaning forward, just out of reach, focus completely on finding what she was looking for. The weekly episode of This American Life begins to play, and she leans back, satisfied with her selection. I scoff, and she returns the noise with a scowl.
“Didn’t I just say not to complain if you don’t like what I pick?” she asks.
“You absolutely did,” I say, retracting my arm.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“You picked a podcast.”
“And your point?” Her arms cross and now I find her eyes are narrowing on me. A scrutinizing glare, searching for any weakness in the argument to come. Some things never change. I sigh and retract my arm, turning on the car and luxuriating in the purr of its engine before I retort.
“I just thought you might relax for a moment. Picking something peaceful instead of piling more work on yourself. ”
“Oh yes, because you can accuse me of working too much.”
The tables have turned and I find myself unable to think of something to say. Was that how my words sounded to her? I break eye contact, and start to take us out of the parkade. The silence weighs heavy as I back out of the parking space. The humor has fallen flat for the moment, and that familiar tension is rising between us. Ira Glass’s voice drones in the background, but we are both too deep into our own worlds to hear it.
Something has to shatter the silence between us, or this is going to be an awkward night. I go to say something, and Emily’s voice cuts through the quiet and the tension. The sentences spill out of her in a rush.
“I didn’t mean to snap like that. For me, this is something relaxing to listen to. Jade and I listen to music a lot together while she cooks, but this is something that I do just for me,” she pauses and out of the corner of my eye I see her looking at me to say something, anything in response.
“It’s fine. I hadn’t considered that.” My voice trails off. You learn more everyday. She picks up the slack and continues the conversation.
“I love her with all my heart, but sometimes it’s nice to feel like I’m more than just a mom.” She brushes a stray curl behind her ear, and her hand comes to rest down on my thigh. The sudden touch sends a jolt through my body, and the argument fades into the background of my mind. I take my right hand off the steering wheel, and gently stroke the hand on my thigh. I let the touch reassure her while my eyes are on the road.
“The rest of the day you don’t need to worry about being a mom. I don’t know if you realize what we did but we just ended up blowing off work to fuck and indulge ourselves. You’re a hard worker, Emily. And I am too. I don’t do this often. But something about you makes me feel like this is the most appropriate thing in the world. So your job is to relax.”
I feel her her hand tighten on my thigh, and the tension between us rises again. Her hand begins to knead at the flesh on my leg, my fingers tracing lines on the back of her hand. It takes considerable effort to keep my eyes on the road as I think about the expression Emily’s probably wearing right now. Her hand moves to the inside of my leg, inching ever closer, and I release our escapades had just begun for the evening. I move my hand back to the wheel, taking the last turn before I get to my building.
When we arrive, I give Emily no time to admire the surroundings. I unlock the door and pass through the minimalist furniture with ease, heading directly towards my bedroom. My hand is firmly grasping hers, and she keeps pace, as eager as I am for what is to come. When we arrive in my bedroom, I close the door behind us, clicking the lock into place, dimming the lights.
Within moments we are in each other’s arms again, her hands under my jacket, sliding it off with ease. My hand on the back of her dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. My jacket lands beside it, wrinkles be damned. I can afford another. This moment was more important. She unbuttons my shirt with fervent dedication, as I undo my belt, dropping it on the growing pile of clothes. It isn’t long until we are both in our underwear.
She catches my mouth in a kiss and I lean down to deepen it, eager to meet her demand. Her hands roam my body. Her nails are on my back, then squeezing my ass before the come back around to the front. I groan into our kiss, feeling the pressure of her hand around my cock. Catching her wrists, I slowly bring her arms above her head. She nips playfully and my mouth as I break our kiss, shooting her a stern look. I step forward, causing her to step backward towards the bed.
“What did I tell you your job was tonight?”
Her eyes widen. It seems I’ve caught her by surprise. I look down at her and we take another step towards the bed, her matching my every stride. Though she looks concerned, I can see how she’s clenching her thighs together. She swallows hard before returning my look.
“Emily, I asked you a question.”
“I’m supposed to relax.”
“Exactly. I need you to lie down, and get comfortable.”
As she lays down in the center of my bed, I drink in the sight of her. Emily’s hair is fanned around her, her curves adorned in light, delicate lace that contrast beautifully with the deep tone of her skin. I kneel by her feet, taking one firmly in my hand and rubbing the sole with my thumb. I see her body sink a bit farther into the sheets, the stresses of the day melting away again. After a few minutes, my hands move to her calves, taking my time to loosen the tight muscles. Once I reach her thighs, I pepper in small kisses.
She starts to squirm beneath me, and I move my hands to her h
ips, steadying her as I continue my careful ministrations. I loop my fingers into the lace band as I suckle on the softness of her inner thigh. I feel her hands grasp my hair, gently pulling me upwards, closer and closer to that sweet lace. I’ve made her wait long enough, and I place a soft kiss right where she leads me.
Her breathing quickens again, and I feel her holding me there. I pull the lace down and bury my face in her soft curls. I move my arms beneath her thighs, and lap at the folds I find. One thumb finds her clit, circling it lightly. I dive deeper, thrusting my tongue inside and relishing the thrust of her hips. She continues to guide me to her sweetest spots, her hold on my hair getting tighter as she gets closer to her release. I feel her start to shake underneath me, and her thighs squeeze me tight, her hips bucking into me.
As her movement slows, she continues to use my hair as a lead, pulling me towards her. I grant her wish, and climb on top of her. Once our lips meet, she releases my hair, her tongue darting in my mouth. I pull back and look at her, she seems eager as ever, still shivering from the last waves of her orgasm.
“Are you ready for another, beautiful?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers so politely, and I’m all too ready to respond. I pull my underwear off, discarding them before I position myself between her thighs again. I pull her towards me, and watch her face as I give her what she asks for. My cock sinks into her and I give her a moment to get used to the sensation.
Once I’m sure she’s ready I start in earnest, pushing her thighs towards her and increasing the tempo. Her voice rises, and I take her breast in hand, gently kneading. I roll a nipple between my fingers and feel her tighten around me. I twitch in response, feeling so close I can hardly stand it. I keep thrusting until she grabs a hold of me, nails raking down my back. We both cry out in unison, and I find myself falling asleep with Emily in my arms.
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