"Whatever the lady wants.” His voice was thick with lust and deep like a man's should be.
Picking up my clutch, I got my lipstick out and pulled down the small mirror above my seat, working on getting my lips to look perfect again as he pulled out into the street. The car was sexy as hell and the man driving it fit its persona perfectly. He was a player, no doubt about it.
Most men with money usually were, but the best thing about them was their depravity and unwillingness to commit. He would want one night with me, and he wouldn't hold back. I needed it, wanted it, and craved it, even more than I was willing to admit.
Something about hot animalistic sex reminded me that I was alive and capable of being or doing anything I wanted. No strings attached, no exchanging numbers or trying to date afterward. It was passion with a stranger whose name I didn't even know... and really didn't want to.
It was dangerous and yet titillating all the same.
His fingers slid along my thigh squeezing softly until he reached my knee. He rolled his palm over my flesh and moved back toward my body, his nails dragging softly over my leg. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting everything go but the feeling of his touch.
"Beautiful. You're so beautiful. Did you know that? Were you aware?" He mumbled as he tugged my dress up a little. I heard him shift closer to me, but I kept my eyes closed, needing to let go of everything but the moment. "Open your legs for me, pretty girl."
"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled and opened my legs, wanting him to take full advantage of my willingness. Tomorrow would come and tonight would be a distant memory. I wouldn't have to see him again, so I could behave as horribly as I found tolerable, and never have to make amends for it. Freedom was mine for the taking and he held the ticket in his strong, capable hands.
"I can smell your desire. Delicious," he whispered in a gravelly voice as his fingers moved over my upper thigh to cup me, the pressure of his fingertips tapping softly caused my heart to race.
I arched a little, completely unashamed of my need for more.
"Fuck," he growled as his fingers slipped around the edge of my wet panties and brushed down the slick skin of my sex before sliding through the folds.
Taking his hand, I pressed his fingers, forcing them inside of me a little. Another long moan left me and he rolled the two digits inside of me slowly as his breathing became labored.
"More," I groaned, not wanting to wait any longer. The heat was palpable in the car, the desire between us electrifying.
"Yeah. More. You need more. Now." He pulled his fingers from me and I turned to watch him as he jerked the car off the freeway.
Sliding his fingers into his mouth, I caught small glimpses of his tongue, as my desire broke free inside of me. He had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. His sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes had nothing on the dark tanned skin that ran down the side of his neck and surely covered the swells of his strong body. He had to be a swimmer or a surfer. His persona was all business and his suit told the same story, but something about the way he smiled let me know he had a relaxed, playful side as well.
"Damn you taste good. Take your panties off for me." He licked his lips once more as he glanced over at me, pinning me with a look that said his request wasn't a request at all.
I slipped them down my thighs and left them on the floorboard until he beckoned me to give them to him. I did.
He lifted them to his face, breathing in deeply and groaning. I thought I might come just watching him. Never had I seen a man so into his sensuality, so carnal and unapologetic for his own desires.
He jerked the car into an alley in the heart of downtown and drove until the lights were blotted out by the tall buildings around us.
I glanced around as a quick chill of fear struck me. It wasn't safe in that part of town and his car would be enough incentive for someone to rob us and gun us down, just for the parts alone. It was stupid and dangerous, but I hadn't had a high like that since I was in high school doing something nefarious on the weekend.
"I can't wait any longer." He tossed the panties in the back seat and moved to climb back there before offering me a hand. "Get back here with me."
I nodded and moved into the back with him, finding the vehicle spacious and beautiful. He tugged off his tie and jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, leaving a tight white undershirt on display. His chest and abs were sculpted from what I could see in the darkened car.
"Lean back baby and let me do what I want with you. You'll not regret it." He moved to hover above me before getting on his knees in front of me. "Pull your knees up and press your feet to the seat. Don't worry about how you look. I just need to taste you."
I groaned and jerked the expensive dress up to my waist, moving to the position he asked of me and ignoring how ridiculously whorish it felt. His mouth pressed against the center of me and nothing else mattered. I cried out as his tongue ran up and down my need, the thick wet thing darting in and out of me as my hips bucked a little.
He groaned against me and brushed his fingers over my ass, pressing into me a little as stars formed at the edge of my vision.
"Come for me. I need to taste it." He sucked my flesh into his mouth and slid his thick fingers deep into me and I exploded, my cries louder than I'd remembered them being ever before. He continued to assault me, working me toward another orgasm with speed and skill.
"Again," he groaned and pressed his thumb into my opening as his other fingers continued to pump in and out of my ass faster and faster.
I came again, screaming and jerking around as I rode the orgasm for all it was worth.
He slowed his fingers a little and glanced up at me as I caught my breath. "Fuck me, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Where have you been, bad girl?"
I chuckled and pressed my foot to his shoulder pushing a little to force his fingers out of me. He sat back and smiled as he licked at his lips again.
"Apparently not in the right bar. Fuck I needed that." I closed my legs and scooted over, patting the seat beside me. "My turn. Get up here and open your slacks. Take off that shirt and the one underneath it. I want to touch your skin, not your expensive clothes."
He chuckled, but moved onto the seat and worked to get his shirts off. He leaned back and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them over the curve of his ass and leaving the thick fullness of his cock on display for me. It was one of the biggest I had seen, but I wasn't willing to show him that. I used his help to crawl back over and nestled myself down in between his legs.
He stroked himself once before I moved up and pushed his hand away. "I don't need help. I'm quite capable of making this thing erupt on my own."
He laughed again and touched the side of my face. An expression that I wasn't interested in swept across his handsome features. Taking him in my hand, I pumped his flesh a few times and forced a thick bubble of pre-cum to the surface of his meaty head. Leaning over, I ran my tongue through it and listened closely for the soft sounds of approval that he gave without much contact needed. My other hand moved up to rub over his strong chest.