by Kitty Berry
She tries to interrupt me, tries to convince me that her phone was acting up, but I silence her with a heated kiss to her mouth.
“No” I say as I break our kiss. “You were acting up. Being fresh, bratty. Not sure why or what it was about, but we’ll deal with that in the morning if we need to. Right now, you’ll count all fifteen smacks to this sweet ass.”
I smack her gently at first, the first three swipes of my hand barely touching her. She reluctantly counts, but that sly smirk on her face, tells me she loves every second of this and it earns her five fast and hard slaps. I watch as she jumps with each stroke and my cock thickens to the edge of painful by the time she’s counted to five. I lean over her and whisper in her ear. “The door to the bar just opened, someone is coming our way.”
Raina sucks in her breath and I finish with seven more spanks. Her ass is pink, if not red, and Raina is on the edge of a climax so strong she won’t be able to conceal it. When whoever has exited the bar walks by us, they see her in the throes of passion.
I smooth her skirt down her body quickly, turn her to face me and press myself against her. “Oh, Pete,” she moans when she feels my erection pressing into her stomach, aching to escape my pants and burrow deep inside her. “I want you right now. Don’t care who sees. Please” she begs.
I use the key fob to unlock the door and I push her inside as a couple walks by. I nod and smile at them. They think they know what’s going on, but if they ever knew the kinky details, they’d be shocked.
I climb in on top of Raina, already freeing myself from the confines of my jeans. Raina lifts her skirt, but before she can move aside her G-string, I tear it off her body.
“Now, Pete” she murmurs as she’s going under, sinking again into subspace.
“Stay with me, Raina. You can’t sink too far, baby. Not here” I warn her.
I enter her in one push, filling her with my excitement. Raina moans when she feels the pinch of her stretching flesh; she digs her nails into me to ease the pinch of pain. I lower my mouth and find hers. My tongue opens her lips and she lets me inside. Our tongues dance, licking at the others. My hands plunge into her hair and I pull just hard enough to heighten her arousal.
The air in the car is thick with the smell of sex and our merging energy. I tug her shirt over her head and pull her bra down, exposing her luscious breasts and erect nipples. My mouth moves to capture a hard nipple, making it grow harder still with a nip of my teeth. Her pussy flutters, clenches around me, and I growl. Unable to remain still any longer, I begin to thrust into her velvety softness. She tightens around me and her breathing increases.
“Give it up for me. Look in my eyes and come right now for me, Princess. Let it all go,” I demand. “All over my cock, baby. Fuck!”
Raina’s body obeys, and her wetness surrounds me. “Pete” she moans.
From the tugging on my cock during her orgasm, I need to pull out to regain control. Raina shutters at the emptiness I leave when I exit her body, but her face lights up as she watches me slide down her. “You’ll give me another,” I state as I drag my tongue up her pussy and clasp onto her clit. She tastes like her, rain and strawberries mixed with the muskiness of a women aroused. It’s a taste I can’t get enough of.
My eyes meet hers as I lift her legs. She bends her knees and I curl them into her chest. Her legs fall further apart; she opens herself up to me. I use my fingers to keep her exposed, to allow the direct stimulation to her sensitive flesh that she needs to go over the edge again so quickly. Before I suck her clit into my mouth one last time, I groan and plea, “Now, Rain. Please, baby, I need to taste your come.”
She bursts as soon as her clit enters my mouth. Her body arches off the seat of the car, and she cries out her release. This maneuver, that was supposed to help me compose myself, has had the opposite effect and I’m ready to go off any second. “Suck my dick. I wanna come in your mouth, too” I demand.
Raina scurries to the floor of the car and I sit on the seat. Her lips find me and wrap around my hardness as she cups my balls and gently squeezes them.
“I’m fucking there, baby. Gonna come soon” I admit.
Raina moans and continues to increase the pressure of her suction until she feels me harden even further in her mouth. I grab her hair and growl as an orgasm rips through me, my body heaving off the seat. My heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of the confines of my chest and I’m sweating from the exertion and the warmth of the car.
“Holy fuck, Princess. God, that was intense. You do that so fucking well and I love watching you suck me after I’ve been inside you. Gets me off so fast.”
“Mmm.”
“I know, Princess. Stay with me though, you can sink under further later at home. We need to head back inside, get you something to eat and drink now” I say as I pull up my pants and run a hand down my face, over my goatee. I run a hand through my hair then I tuck her breasts back into her bra and reach for her shirt. Raina smooths her skirt down and fixes her hair then takes her shirt from me and slides it over her head.
As I open the car door, she grabs my hand. “I love you, Pete. You know that’s what this is about, right? I mean, I know we’re not kids anymore, but the whole quick fuck in a car thing brings back memories.”
I stop her before she can finish, before her mind conjures up memories of me using her. Taking her someplace in my car and fucking her minutes after dropping off some random girl. Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach; it embarrasses me to think how stupid I was. I’ll spend every breathing second of my life making it up to her, making her believe how much in love I am with her now and how in love with her I was then. I didn’t know how to show it, was too afraid until it was too late when I was younger, but now I wouldn’t let anything come between us.
“Shh…no. Don’t let your head go there. I love you, too. This was…God, Raina. This was me not able to resist you. Needing to know you’re still mine. When you didn’t answer my texts, I got pissed. I don’t like not having control and this whole thing with Todd is just too much, you know? I…why didn’t you text me back?” I ask, just now remembering what got us out here having car sex in the first place.
“I didn’t know my phone was on silent. I forgot I silenced it after my agent called me a few times earlier this morning. I’m avoiding him for the time being. Then, when I saw how many texts you left, I knew you’d be pissed so I figured it would be better to just deal with you when I got here. I think how this ended was better than if I had called you and you yelled at me over the phone. You agree?”
“Yeah, baby. I do. Come on. Let’s go back inside. I want you to drink some water and have something to eat. Uh, by the way, I think you liked the idea of us getting caught. I might have an exhibitionist on my hands” I tease. I don’t tell her this is an area I’d love to explore under the right circumstances with her. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly don’t ever want some random dude looking at her in the throes of passion, but if the scene was being controlled by me, it’s an experience I know we can both get off on. Hard.
I take her hand, we lock the car, and head back inside.
Our friends are around the table laughing and smiling. For a minute I’m able to forget how this reunion of sorts is going to end. I see Todd with Amanda on his lap laughing into his neck. He throws his head back and laughs aloud like he’s always done when something strikes him as funny. His arms go around her middle and he kisses her behind her ear. Raina sees where my gaze is and she squeezes my hand. “You’re a good friend and a great guy, Pete. It’s going to be hard on you. I want you to talk to me, lean on me when it ends, okay? We’ll go away somewhere for a while. Heal together. Okay? Just promise you won’t shut me out.”
I pull her into my side. “Sure, Princess” I say then kiss her temple and lead her over to our table.
Never in a million years did I expect to see Lisa working as a waitress, our waitress. But that’s the scene Raina and I walk into. Lisa was my girlfriend for a short time senior year of
college. She was pretty, blonde, thin and tall, still is by the looks of her. Not my type at all then, and not now.
Looking back, it makes sense. If I think about the girls I went out with after meeting Raina, they were all her polar opposite. I didn’t want to like any of them. What I wanted was Raina. To this day I have no fucking idea what the hell I was thinking fucking all those girls when I had her.
“Pete Roman” I hear Lisa say as I feel Raina physically tense in my arms. She tries to pull away from me. Not going to happen. I hold her tighter to my side and plaster a smile on my face as I pull her with me closer to Lisa.
Lisa reaches out to hug me but it’s awkward as I won’t let go of Raina. In the end, Lisa decides to smile and stand in front of me, forgoing the embrace.
“I didn’t know you guys ended up together. The tabloids have you linked with every leading male you have, they’ve never mentioned you with the guy you pined for in college” Lisa says with venom in her voice.
“The tabloids are shit, they have no idea what Raina feels or who she’s with. Don’t believe everything you read, Lisa, and she’s not pining over me, never did. She’s never had to. She’s always had me, always will.”
“Yes, I remember, Pete. You don’t have to remind me. You remember the party when you were my boyfriend but were in the bathroom fucking her?” She turns to Raina. “Better you than me. He still fucking around on you?”
“That’s enough, Lisa. Maybe you’d better send over another waitress or, better yet, you know what? Fuck this. Let’s go. I don’t have to stand here and listen to this and she certainly doesn’t deserve you speaking to her like that. What I did years ago was not her fault. I was a complete asshole and a stupid little fuck. I’m not that same kid. I love her, I always have and I’m sorry if I hurt you along the way,” I turn to Raina. “Let’s go,” I say. “We’ll get a taxi and pick up food on the way home.”
December 2013
Raina
My friends and I take off for a girl’s day that includes holiday shopping at the nearby mall, mani/pedis, and a light lunch. This dangerously leaves the men on their own, which if past experience tells us anything, is a recipe for disaster. They head out in the Jeep with promises to see us later in the day.
I hide behind dark sunglasses, not wanting to deal with fans or cameras today. Little did I know, it would be Pete who I would get into trouble with for avoiding.
My agent starts hounding me soon after we pile into the car. I’m up for a huge part in a movie but it would mean returning to California then spending months on location on a secluded island. Things with Pete are still so up in the air, so new that I can’t deal with career decisions right now. The last time I did, I ran from him. I’m quickly realizing that may not have been the best decision. But at the same time, should I really base a career decision of this magnitude on a relationship that is just blooming? What if we crash and burn as soon as we leave this bubble we’ve created? What if all of this between us is just nostalgia for a past that didn’t get the closure it needed?
By the time we arrive at a cute breakfast place, my head is spinning, and I need to ground myself. The only way I know how to do that is to call Phoenix. I look at the time on my cell, thankfully it’s mid-afternoon in London, and he should be awake by now. The phone rings three times before I hear Nix’s sexy moan then a few soft grunts. “Hey love. Give me…fuck yeah. One more second. Ahhhh.”
“Ewww. Seriously? You answer the phone while you’re having sex? Who does that?”
“I only answer the phone when it’s you and I’m having sex,” I hear rustling then his muffled voice again, his hand clearly covering the phone. “Use the shower, clean up, then wait for me in position in the bathroom. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Phoenix Doyle is a sexual Dominant and a player. He doesn’t know what I’m about to tell him. I’m about to rock his world. “Ah, Nix. I need to talk to you about something. I need your help.”
“Yeah, love, hit me. But first, how’s Todd?”
I update him on Todd through tears and listen as this strong confident man quietly sheds tears on the other end of the line. I motion to the girls as they’re ushered to a table. I cover the phone’s mouthpiece and say, “Order me a coffee, no sugar.” then I return to the call.
Nix clears his throat trying to compose himself before he questions me. “What’s this all about, Raina?” he asks. “What do you need to chat about, love?”
“Pete Roman” I state with no fanfare.
“Ah, Pete. You guys rekindling things?” he asks.
“Yes, and I don’t need a lecture. What I really need from you right now is some guidance. He told me about his lifestyle, Nix. I know about the BDSM stuff. I know he’s a sexual Dominant and I need you to help me.”
“My pleasure, babe, but you know he’s going to be right pissed when he finds out you came to me instead of talking things out with him. He’s going to have you red, sore, and over his knee before you know what hits you.”
“Let me handle him. If I come there, will you help me, Nix? Teach me what I need to know for him?”
“I’ll wash my sheets for you.”
“Nix,” I warn, “I am not staying with you.”
“Can’t fault a guy for trying. I’ll get Todd’s flat ready for you. When do you think you’ll be here?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ll call you when I get a flight. Not right away though. Maybe a few weeks? I’ll call you as soon as I know. I gotta run now though, but thanks, Nix. You’re a great friend. Can’t wait to see you.”
I disconnect the call and realize that while I was on the line with Nix, Pete sent me a few texts…
Hey baby…miss u
Wish u were here
Want 2 run my tongue over ur entire body
When I return to my friends, they’re sitting at a table sipping their coffees and nibbling on fruit. They look lost in their own thoughts. Amanda looks wrecked. I know her mind must be on Todd. She looks sad and confused, like a lost soul. Her marriage is falling apart, the guy she loves is dying, and she can’t get pregnant. We all think our own problems are bad until we stop and think about someone else’s.
Tracey looks frazzled. I know from speaking with her that Chris’ work schedule at the hospital is really taking its toll on her. She feels lonely and abandoned but can’t tell him how she feels. She knows it’ll only upset him and right now he’s doing what he needs to do for his career. She knows it’ll ease up and get better in the future, but she doesn’t know what to do while she waits. As I said, the grass is never greener on the other side.
Then there’s Sofia. She tries to act like such a tough girl but we all know seeing Willie is breaking her heart. We all know she’s still in love with him and wants him back. It’s her stupid pride that’s keeping her from going to him. She’s afraid of rejection and rightfully blames herself for their break up.
We don’t stay long at breakfast; none of us really wants to chat about our troubles. We hit the mall next and forget about everything. The mall looks like someone threw up a holiday on it. There are flashing lights as far as the eye can see, trees with garland and ornaments, candles and snowman, gingerbread men and dancing Santas. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag, another few text from Pete…
Text me pic of u in dressing room with sexy panties on
Buy some so I can rip them off u later
I think about texting him back, but then something stops me. I know I’m being bratty but good! Let him stew a little, see how he likes it. What’s the worst that can happen? He’ll get pissed at me and spank me? Whatever, Pete Roman. I’ve been taking your shit for years, bring it on.
Just the thought of making him wait for me is exhilarating, powerful, and once I get a taste of that, I can’t get enough. I turn my phone on silence and never give it another thought. So there, take that, Pete!
We get our shopping done and head to the nail salon where I’m instantly recognized by a group of teenage girls who squeal and
hug each other like they just saw Jesus. I plaster my fake smile on my face and sign a few autographs for them. The owner of the salon even talks me into posing for a picture that she quickly prints out and makes me sign in nail polish. Before we leave, she has that baby framed and, on her wall, right near the door. I’m sure it’s also on every social media site, too. Not long before the vultures descend.
When we get in the car to head to find the guys I glance at my phone. Pete’s texts have continued and I can tell he’s getting progressively more upset.
Come find us I want to touch u…hate not being with u…need u
When u get here I am going to take you in the bathroom and fuck u till u come 4 me
Why r u not answering me?
Getting pissed now that u r not responding…looking 4 a spanking? Cuz u have earned 1 so get ready
R u trying 2 teach me a lesson? Cuz just so u know I’m the only 1 who does the teaching
Forget coming in the bathroom I’m going 2 give u a lesson on delayed gratification
I’m not gentle when I’m pissed…beware
WTF?
Raina is ur phone even fucking on?
I enter the restaurant and my eyes are immediately drawn across the room to Pete. It’s as if I could find him in a crowd of millions, my soul pulled to his. He must sense it too. He raises his gaze to find me. Our eyes lock and the space between us fills with sexual energy. I can’t take my eyes off him. All day, I was trying to be a tough girl, assert my independence, but now with him in my sights, all I want is to curl in his lap and feel his warmth run through my bones. Pete’s face softens and even though I know I’ll be paying for my earlier behavior, I also know the comfort of his touch awaits me just a few steps away.
Those few steps feel like an eternity, but when I finally reach him and curl in his lap, I sigh and nuzzle his neck. He grabs a handful of my hair and tilts my head back, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I feel the warm moisture of his tongue as he gently swipes it over my collarbone. A chill of pleasure and anticipation runs through me. He closes his mouth over mine and as our tongues find each other’s. I melt, become liquid in his arms. He tastes sweet and masculine, like Pete but with a hint of alcohol. I pull back and smile at him. A drunk Pete is always frisky.
