Me: What are you thinking about?
Saint: That time you came all over yourself while you were eating me out.
Christ.
Me: Which time?
Memories of grinding my dick into the mattress while I rubbed my tongue against her pussy come flooding back, and my chest instantly tightens. My fingers itch with the need to touch her, so I reach for the mug in front of me. I’m desperate for a taste of her again, and though hints of her still linger on the rim, it doesn't quell the ache coursing through me.She probably doesn’t respond because she’s focused on coming.
Me: So fucking glad I decided to rent a car because I can’t make it to the hotel before I need to be inside you.
I hear the sound of the door opening, and Saint steps out looking very sated with a sexy grin on her face that makes me want to shove my dick through her lips in front of everyone in first class. I shake my head at her, and she gives me a flirty smile as she slides back into her seat.
“Much better,” she says before turning back to her phone and not looking in my direction. For the remainder of the flight, she was engrossed in her phone, almost as if she was ignoring me on purpose. By the time we land, I am as hard as stone, and I can't wait another second to be inside her.
We pull up in the familiar parking lot, and I’m transported back to a time when we frequented this area. I look up at the office building that’s closed due to the weekend, and I’m instantly flooded with feelings of nostalgia. We used to come here all the time because it was far enough from our house that no one would accidentally stumble on Wild’s car, but close enough that we could get back to the house quickly if Sara figured out what we were doing. While we had to mix it up sometimes, this was our favorite place to come. The parking lot was in the back of the building, hidden from the road, and it also faced a wooded area, so we rarely worried about anyone coming up behind us when we were in the back seat.
“It’s been so long since we’ve been here.” I cast a shy glance at him, suddenly feeling like I’m sixteen years old again.
“Do you wanna get in the back?” he asks, reminiscent of the first time he asked me that in this very parking lot.
I look in the back before turning my head to meet his gaze. “I don’t know,” I tell him. “I think I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like that.”
“We only have to do what you’re comfortable with. You know I would never hurt you,” he says, repeating those exact words he said to me all those years ago.
I turn around briefly to the back seat of the SUV he’d rented before I climb between the seats. Wild follows suit, getting outof the car and climbing into the back seat with me. It isn’t long before our mouths are attached. His hands are in my hair. Mine are playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as our tongues dance wildly with each other.
“Fucking hate it when I can’t touch you when I want,” he growls between kisses.He pulls me onto his lap to straddle him, and his dick rises beneath me. I grind down on him, and a moan escapes my lips just as a groan leaves his.
I remember one of the first times we did this, me in his lap, both of us clothed, grinding against each other like we were desperate to be naked but not ready for that step. He raises his hips just as I grind down again, and we find a perfect rhythm. But this isn’t like the first time we did this, when things were new and slightly uncoordinated. Now, Wild manages to hit my clit with every upward thrust.
I press my lips to his neck and let my tongue drag upward toward his ear, knowing that’s one of his favorite spots. “Shit, Saint, you know I love that.”
“I loveyou,” I whisper in his ear, and he pulls back, sliding his hands up my body to my face and staring deep into my eyes. He cups my cheeks, dragging his thumb along the apples of them.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I shake my head even though I knew then and I know now, but I loved hearing him profess his love for me so explicitly. “I will never love another woman… Another person, the way that I love you.” He hesitates before continuing, “Can I show you something?”
I look at him curiously before nodding. He lets his hands drop before lifting me onto my knees, so I’m not resting directly on top of him, and he can lower his sweatpants. His thigh tattoo sits right below the hem of his boxers, and I wonder if he’s pretending to show it to me for the first time.
“For Saint only,” I whisper as I drag my finger along the ink.
He holds my face, forcing me to look at him before swiping his nose gently against mine. “It means my lap is always reserved for you and you only.” Arousal dances beneath my skin and pools between my legs instantly. I lower myself back onto his lap and press my lips to his, continuing our kiss with even more passion than before. “Let me see your pussy,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can’t take another second without knowing what it looks like.”
A surge of lust moves through me at the thought of this specific role-play we’ve done. We don’t do it often, but every once in a while, we revert to those nights when all of this was fresh and new and scary and sexy and exciting. I think being back in our hometown, specifically in one of the spots we used to frequent to have sex, is stirring up some familiar feelings. I slide down my joggers, leaving me in silky red underwear. “Do you wanna move it yourself?” I ask, referring to the tiny piece of fabric separating my sex from his gaze. I gently grab his hand and guide it toward the edge of my underwear, and I shudder when the coarseness of his fingertip drags over my inner thigh.
“Saint,” he whispers, “can I?”
“Please,” I beg him. “Touch me, I've been dying to know what your hands feel like on me.”
“Fuck,” he says, and that one word slithers across my skin like a promise of what’s to come, and then his fingers are wrapped around the silk, and he’s moving the fabric to the side, revealing my bare pussy to him.
I look up at him as he stares down at my pussy with a look that is filled with lust and shock, and excitement. “So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”His fingers stroke my lips gently, and I notice that he doesn’t part my lips yet. He just pets the skin gently, relishing in the softness of my bare pussy.
He is breathing heavier now, but his breaths are shaky. “I’ve thought about your pussy so many times. Sometimes I lie awakeat night and fuck my hand thinking about you in one room over. I know it’s wrong, but I just… can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Can I sit on your lap now?” I ask, and his nostrils flare, knowing what I plan to do.
“Fuck yeah, you never have to ask. You can whenever you want.”
