She reached over the console and grabbed my cock through my jeans, massaging it with the palm of her hand. I could see the top of her lace bra as she leaned across, which only made me harder.
I scanned our surroundings, spotting a dark parking lot that wasfairly empty. “Pull in over there,” I said, pointing at my right. Lesley’s eyes flashed as she whipped the car into the lot and parked in the very back.
She’s done this a time or two.
I scooted my chair back and undid my belt, pushing my pants down to my ankles. I grabbed my cock and pumped it a little, looking at her while she licked her lips. I rolled the condom I had taken from my pocket down over myself.
“Just get on,” I said. There was no use in pretenses.
She kicked off her heels and pulled her dress up to her waist as she climbed over the console and squatted over me. She grabbed my cock and sat hard on it, slamming it into her.
She wants it rough? I’m more than happy to do that for her.
With her knees on either side of my hips, she bounced up and down, taking me in harder with each movement. I grabbed her hips and raised mine, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Her eyes widened as she looked at me, feeling what I had to give her. “Fuck, Cane!” she groaned, throwing her head back.
I took my left hand and wound it through her hair, tugging her head back roughly as she continued to slam herself onto me. She cried out as she came all over me and I thrust into her one final time before holding her down as hard as I could, feeling my load shoot against the back of her body. She ground her pussy over me, riding out her orgasm.
I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment of pleasure in my otherwise hellish life.
I need to fuck more.
I opened my eyes to see her brown eyes smiling back at me.
They should be green.
“That was so fucking good.”
“Not bad.” I lifted her off me and toward her seat.
“Not bad?” She looked surprised as she clamored across the console and sat down.
“That’s what I said.” I opened the door, tossed the condom out, and shut it hard.
She watched me pull up my pants in disbelief as she tugged her dress back down.
I did a quick assessment of the area and grabbed the door handle again. “I’m going to head over there for a drink.”
“What? Like, you aren’t riding home with me? Or you want me to wait? Or what?”
“I’ll call a cab or something. No worries.” I got out of the car and headed toward Mill. I heard her car start, and she sped past me, sticking her middle finger out the window.
I walked toward the lights. The smell of the city—hot, heavy, and impersonal—made me feel very alone for the first time in a long time.
Images of a brunette with gorgeous green eyes came to mind, her beautiful face contorted with anger.
At me.
What in the fuck am I doing?
I growled, frustrated by my own indecisiveness, the lights of the street getting closer. I pulled out my cell and scrolled through names, looking for one in particular, until the rational part of my brain took hold.
I did what I had to do. I would walk away from her eventually, and I’ve already taken the first step.
This is for the best.
Keep walking, Alexander. Keep walking.
