“Of course not. Do you really think I wouldn’t pay attention to you the whole ride home?” His free hand drifted between my legs. I settled back into the pleasure but it only lasted for a minute before I realised he had no intention of getting me off. He was just playing. Teasing me. A lazy stroke of my clitoris, his fingers dipping inside to work that spot that would release the tension I was holding. I bit my lip, feeling that pressure build, then his hand disappeared so he could change gear.
“You need a fucking automatic.”
“No, I don’t.” He grinned, he was enjoying this way too much.
His hand dipped back between my legs. “One day, I’m going to learn to tease you like this…fuck,” I hissed as he tapped my clitoris.
“You don’t have to touch me to tease me like this.”
It took us way too long to get home. He switched between driving and casually playing with my body, admonishing me every time I moved.
By the time we got back I was cursing his name. In seconds, he had me over the hood of his car, plunging inside me, ready for round two. He didn’t make me wait and had me crying my release in a moment.
I revelled in how dirty it made me feel. Should I feel like a whore having sex like this? I didn’t. I felt dirty but I felt loved. We were going to a deeper place together where he could push my limits and I felt safe every single second.
I was shocked to realise that I wanted more. More than just him in that place. I wanted himback thereagain.
“Wait…”
He stilled instantly. “What is it?”
I raised up, turning my face up to him as he stayed, rooted deep inside me. “I want…” I trailed off, embarrassed.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want."
“I want you to fuck me like you did the other night.”
Carefully, I slid him out of me and guided him to my other opening. “Are you sure? I haven’t plugged you. It’ll hurt.”
“You’ll make it feel good. Please?”
He frowned. “Safeword?”
“Harrington.”
He pushed me back down, laying me so my cheek rested on the cool metal. “Stay like that, I need to see your face.” He opened me with his fingers first. I tried to stay still, to stay brave. It was so vulnerable like this, so new, but I trusted him. I trusted him with my body now. Utterly and completely. When he decided I was ready, I cried out as he pressed himself inside. Just like before, he took his time, easing his way in until I could take him all the way.
It hurt but felt good and the way he groaned I knew he was enjoying himself. My nails scratched the paintwork. I reached between my legs, touching myself, participating in my own pleasure until I finally gushed all over the hood of his car, droplets splattered on the ground and ran down my legs. For the second time, I felt my man fill me up, claiming me as his in a way that made me feel so perfectly wanted, so perfectly owned.
“How do you feel?”
“Dirty. Good.” I mumbled. “Can we do that again?”
He laughed. “Later.” He fastened his trousers and I gasped as he scooped me up. “Come on. After care time.”
Twenty-Six
The next morning, Alfie had to work. I wasn’t sure what was going on but he seemed more distracted by business than usual.
My body ached, muscles worn out from the workout Alfie had given me the night before. I decided to go for a swim to clear my head and reset myself a little. Recently, each day seemed to bring new drama. I was feeling the need to hold onto the quiet moments, the pockets of time where Alfie and I got to just be Alfie and I. No noise. No drama.
Feeling restored, I returned to our rooms to shower. I was thinking how badly my hair was in need of a trim when my phone rang. I hopped out, threw on a towel and hurried to the bedroom to answer it.
I frowned, not recognising the number. I answered anyway. “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Lola O’Connell?” an elegant voice spoke. For a second I thought it sounded like Carolyn but she wouldn’t be so polite.
“Yes, who’s this?”
