“Are you going to get in, or are we not going to fuck as you asked me?”
I feel the heat kiss my cheeks, and I gape at Stephen. Did he truly just say that out loud? Loud enough for the driver to hear and anyone standing close enough to us on the street? I hear someone behind us clear his throat, and I turn to see the bouncer trying to hide a grin.
I purse my lips. So he heard. I lift my chin, not willing to let him know I’m hoping the earth will open up and swallow me whole right about now. “Of course. I was just ensuring the carwas clean, which it is, so that’s fine.” I inwardly groan at my absurd excuse for hesitating and climb into the back of the car, shuffling to the other side before the creak of leather tells me that Stephen has followed. “64thSt, Lenox Hill, please,” I advise the driver.
The door shuts, and the interior light turns off. I swallow as the sound of the city is muted, and all I’m left with is the sound of my heart beating in my ears. I can feel Stephen’s heat beside me, his strength, and his scent,Oud of Godsif I’m not incorrect, smells delicious.
Outside the window, neon signs streak into colored blurs, giving the whole moment a dreamlike edge. The car pulls easily out into traffic, and for several heartbeats, I think he won’t say anything. Shouldn’t we talk some more? Get to know each other?
The feel of his hand slipping onto my leg startles me at first, but in for a penny, in for a pound—I don’t remove his hand. Instead, I pretend to be someone I’m not. I turn to look at him and fight not to sigh in pleasure when I find him watching me with an intensity that leaves the hairs on the back of my neck prickling.
He’s so intense, so goddamn good-looking I ache at the very sight of him. His hand squeezes my thigh and slips closer toward where my panties are. Boldly, I open my legs. How I have the ovaries to do such a thing, I have no idea. This isn’t me. I don’t do these kinds of things. I’m a good girl. I do as I’m told and what I’m asked, and that’s the end of my life.
But here and now, tonight, I don’t want to be a good girl. I want this man to make me a woman. I want to feel what it’s like to be taken, to be owned by a man.
I want to feel everything.
“Naughty girl… You surprise me, Pumpkin.”
I surprise myself. “Do I?” I say instead, wanting to sound as confident as my body is portraying me to be. “What else can I do for you other than surprise?”
Stephen reaches for the door and presses a button, and a screen that shields us from the driver goes up, leaving us cocooned in the backseat. He raises his brows and moves to face me. His hand slips up the last of my thigh, tickling my skin before his fingers skim ever so lightly over my mons. I suck in a startled breath. I’ve touched myself, of course. I’ve orgasmed from my own fingers, but this… This is far more intense and intimate.
I’m allowing a stranger access to my most private of places and spreading my legs to let him know he can have me.
“So wet already.” He wrenches my panties aside and slips his fingers into me.
I reach for him, needing to ground myself in some way lest I lose control of where and who I am. “Stephen.” His name is a moan on my lips, but I can’t hold it back. His fingers stretch me, tease me as he works them in and out.
“That feels so good.” I spread my legs wider just as his thumb circles my clit while he fucks me with his fingers. I groan and throw my head back. I stare at the car's roof, the city lights from the skyscrapers illuminate the vehicle.
His mouth nuzzles my throat, and I clasp the nape of his neck, holding him against me. I’m lost in a sea of lights and enlightenment, and I couldn’t want him more than I do right at this moment.
Sex has always scared me. The thought of it is probably one of the reasons why I’ve waited so long, but with Stephen, the way my body reacts to the very sight of him tells me that it’s time.
Stephen slips onto his knees. He throws me a wicked smirk that leaves me achingly wet before he spreads my legs andreaches up my short dress to rip off my panties. He lifts them to his face, takes a deep breath, and groans.
“You smell as sweet as you’ll taste.” He slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking the digits that just a moment before were inside me. I know I’m gaping. I probably look like some stunned deer in headlights at everything he’s doing, but I can’t help myself.
This is all new to me.
“Put your legs on my shoulders, Pumpkin.”
I take a deep breath, having read of the position but never having imagined I would get my turn to try it.
I lift my legs and slip them over his shoulders. He clasps my ass and wrenches me down farther on the seat. My dress falls to my waist, and I can see that from the waist down, I’m open and exposed to him. My legs spread, my pussy his to observe in all its glory.
Well, I hope he’s thinking of it in such a way…
“Beautiful.” He dips his head, and the feel of his tongue as it slides up between my wet folds makes me buck. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s everything and more, all rolled into one.
His tongue teases me, flicks my clit before sucking hard.
“Stephen.” I gasp his name, press myself against him like some wanton hussy. But oh, this is the sweetest torture that I never want to end.
“Fuck you taste good. I’m going to eat your fucking cunt before I fuck the shit out of you.”
“Yes.” I want him so much. I feel a rush of liquid, and he groans, pressing two of his fingers into me again before adding a third.
