“You’re gonna get us arrested,” he says with a grin, then slides his seat back, giving me more room between him and the steering wheel. “I’d gladly have a night in a cell if it means I get to fuck you.” His voice is rough and strained, like he’s barely holding himself together.
Sultry late-night music plays through the stereo, barely audible with the rain beating against the roof. Headlights blur through the rain-streaked window. The world outside fades, leaving just the two of us and the crackle of electricity between us.
“Thank you for today.” I take his face in my hands, his short beard soft beneath my palms, his breath warm and ragged as it falls onto my lips.
“You don’t have to thank me for doing something nice for my own son.” His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
“But I want to.” My lips brush against his. Our noses kiss. Every touch sparks against my skin and ignites something deep inside me. “I want you.” I press my lips to his mouth briefly, then pull away to read his expression.
His eyes darken, his hold on me tightens as if I might change my mind. “Kiss me again,” he says with desperation in his voice, as if he’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.
I lean down, this time, my lips linger against his, soft as I probe with my tongue. My body quivers on his lap, tingles fire off in my centre and it’s everything I’ve craved, but not allowed myself to admit. I let my fingers roam through his hair, closing my fist and tugging on the short strands, not wanting to let him go. My tongue slips farther into his mouth, tangling with his. This is more than lust, more than just need. It’s home.
D’Angelo deepens thekiss, his tongue dominating now. His hands are all over me, tangling in my hair, sliding up my dress, we’re a frenzy of teeth, hands and tongue as I try to take over the kiss, but he’s not letting up as his fist scrunches my hair at the back of my head, keeping my face planted against his and at the angle he requires.
My hips rock against him, the zipper of his jeans catching against the lace of my knickers.
He breaks the kiss, only to inhale a lungful of air. “I want you too, fiore mio.” His tongue licks at my mouth. “I need you.”
“I need you, too.” Reaching between us, I unbuckle his belt. “I need you inside of me.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Good. Let me feel you spill inside of me.”
“Oh fuck. Keep talking like that and I won’t last long enough, baby.” Dan growls as if he’s in pain as he unzips his jeans and pulls his dick free of his boxers. It’s difficult to see with my dress bunched around my belly, but I feel everything. And when the head of his cock and the metal bar slides through my folds, I shudder. “Move your knickers to the side more, before I tear them from your body.”
The anticipation makes me dizzy as I do as I’m told. “Dan…” My voice is barely a whisper. “You’re making me fall for you all over again.”
He stills, fingers flexing around my waist. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
Lighting sparks as the metal piercing hits my clit again.
I slide onto him, moaning as he stretches me to the hilt. “D’Angelo,” I shout, my head lolling back, as another crack of lightning lights up the sky, lighting up my heart and jolting it back to life. This is more than just physical. It’s the past colliding with the present. A reminder that I’ve only ever truly belonged to him.
“I’m here, Rose,” he groans against my neck, his handsunder the lace of my knickers, kneading my cheeks and grinding against me. “My beautiful Rose.”
Our eyes lock again, the crackle of electricity all around us. I kiss his lips again, unable to get enough of him. My body starved of his kisses for so long and now I need them all at once. All the missed kisses from the last thirteen years.
I rock against him, but my back hits the steering wheel, my knees squashed at either side of his seat. “There’s not much room to move.”
“Squeeze my dick, baby. Milk me.” He thrusts up from the bottom, bouncing me on his lap.
I clench my muscles around him as if building up my pelvic floor.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my lips. “Just like that, fiore mio.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as I moan into his mouth. Each time my walls clamp down around him, his dick throbs. I feel everything from the beating of his heart, his breath on my lips and the pulse of his cock inside of me. Yet it’s still not enough. The L word lingers on my tongue. I need him to make love to me, make me forget everything and take me back in time almost fourteen years, where my biggest worry was what dress to wear to meet him.
“Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing my cock like that.” He kisses me, breathing heavily against my lips as if he’s trying not to come. “Feel that?” His cock twitches inside me. “It’s yours. Use me, milk me. Get yourself off on my dick, baby.”
I’m delirious with pleasure, neither of us moving—just holding each other, locked together like we were always meant to be. Like thunder and lightning. Two different forces, but the same intense storm.
A flashlight shines through the window.
I jump, but Dan holds me close. His grip on my hips tightens, his body still locked inside mine. “Don’t move. Stay right there.”
A police badge presses against the window.
