The Love Laws

by Tamara Larson

  Jamie smiled, grasped his shoulders tightly and wrapped her legs around his hips again. Relief and also a vague feeling of disappointment washed over her as she realized that he wasn’t going to demand anything more from her than her complete physical surrender. She could handle that. It was the emotional surrender she wasn’t prepared for.

  “Here?” She asked breathlessly, looking around at the mostly deserted Pier. The flock of senior citizens were hurrying towards them to escape the rain, but their frantic pace was still pretty darn slow. They wouldn’t reach them for at least another five minutes. The question was, could both of them achieve orgasm in that time? She liked to dry hump as much as the next girl, and was pretty much on the brink of exploding already, but she longed to see him in all his naked splendor and feel every inch of his impressive hardness filling her completely. That wasn’t possible here. Or was it?

  His low husky laugh made her nipples so erect they actually hurt. Good Lord, that sound was sexy. She rubbed her breasts against his chest to relieve some of the ache, but the friction just made it worse. She’d always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak and the thought of taking him down, under the Pier, crossed her mind. If she took him there would he pound into her with all the force and power of the surf just below them? She shivered at the thought.

  “We could go down below,” she said casually, hoping he wouldn’t notice the desperation in her tone. God, she needed him so much.

  He looked over the railing. “As tempting as that is, I don’t want to end up in jail for public indecency, and I especially don’t want to be there with pneumonia. Or with a crab stuck to my ass.” He waggled his thick eyebrows at her and grinned. “I was thinking of my car. I’m parked just on the other side of the museum there.” He let go of her bottom long enough to point towards one of the parking lots along Marine Drive. “You in the mood for a little backseat make-out session? We can pretend we’re at the drive-in.”

  “Won’t all the people in the restaurants see us?” She asked, biting her lip in anticipation. Good Lord, why did that make everything even more exciting?

  “They’re mostly deserted right now, and besides, I’m pretty sure we can fog up the windows in no time. No one will actually see anything. Though they might suspect what’s going on if they see us climb in the backseat together. You game?”

  “Absolutely. Let’s run.” For the third time she attempted to slide down from her perch around his waist, but he held her firmly in place. She gave him a quizzical look.

  “Sorry, Angel. But now that I’m finally between your legs I’m not going anywhere. At least not until I can get you naked.”

  “You’re going to carry me, like this, all the way to the car?” She asked, clearly amazed at both his brute strength and incredible stamina. He was either incredibly romantic or certifiably insane. She really couldn’t say which. Either way her endurance was going to be sorely tested over the next few minutes.

  The walk along the Pier had rubbed his raging hard-on against her until she was practically delirious with pleasure. That little bundle of nerves high up between her legs had been teased and tormented so perfectly that she had nearly climaxed twice. The trip to the car would definitely put her over the edge. And as much as she desperately needed the relief, she didn’t think she could hide her reaction from him. The last thing she needed was Mr. Kevin Hall knowing exactly how much he turned her on.

  “Yup. Afraid so. Now prepare to ride. Giddyup.” With that he gave her bottom a swat and began trotting down the rest of the Pier and then up the stone stairs towards the parking lot.

  *****

  By the time they reached the car they were both in a frenzy of need.

  Kevin’s hands were actually trembling with arousal as he fumbled his keychain out of his jacket pocket. He promptly dropped the keys to the wet pavement as he attempted to maneuver them into the lock. He nearly howled in frustration as he contemplated how he was going to pick up the keys and keep Jamie’s warm, pliant form wrapped tightly around his hips. Right now she was slumped against his chest, her breath stirring against his neck in hot little audible pants that were driving him completely crazy.

  He’d been serious when he’d said he wanted to stay between her legs, but he’d also thought the romantic gesture would impress and arouse her. One thing he knew about women, was that extended foreplay usually lead to mind-blowing sex, and he wanted her completely mindless by the time he let go of her. What he hadn’t counted on was his own body betraying him so completely.

  Every little bump and jiggle of her body against him up the stairs had brought him a little closer to coming in his jeans like an out-of-control teenager. He could feel her slickness and her heat against him and she really hadn’t helped matters by making little mewling sounds in his ear with every single step. She was clearly on the edge of climaxing and that drove him harder until he was practically sprinting towards the car. He couldn’t even imagine how crazy they’d looked to the casual observer.

  “Don’t move,” he growled, setting her on the front fender of the Mustang’s rain-soaked hood. He left her long enough to retrieve the keys from a puddle and unlock the passenger side door. When he turned his attention back to her, he noticed with exasperation that she was climbing down from where he’d left her. Her damp skirt stuck to the metal and several inches of pale, creamy thigh were exposed as she gracefully slid to the ground. His mouth went completely dry at the sight.

  He was on her in a flash. “Didn’t I say, ‘don’t move,’” he said, picking her up by the arm pits, he deposited her back on the car and stepped between her spread thighs again. His body sighed in relief to be back where it already felt like it belonged. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs and it would never be enough.

  “You’re being incredibly bossy,” she said, poking him in the hard chest. “I was just going to climb in and get out of the rain. You don’t have to manhandle me. I’m not going anywhere,” she said, glaring at him through spiky wet eyelashes.

  Kevin smiled, thrilled to see some of her fire return. “But I like manhandling you. And I’m pretty sure you like it too.”

  “Right. I like being thrown around like a bag of dog food. You’re delusional.”

  “Hmmm… let’s find out, shall we?” With that he reached down and began slowly raising her skirt until it was bunched around her hips.

  “Oh my God. What are you doing?” She squealed, mortified because she was not the squealing type at all and yet she did it again when the cold fingers of one of his large hands slid up her thigh until he reached her drenched panties. There he paused for a moment, circling her aching pussy through the cotton barrier before pressing into her cleft. She bit her lip as he fingered her gently, pushing the tip of one digit in as deeply as her underwear would allow and then withdrawing.

  “Feels like you like being manhandled quite a lot,” he said smugly, pushing a little deeper.

  “The hood of the car was wet.” She said stubbornly, but leaned back on her hands to give him better access to her weeping pussy.

  He withdrew the hand that had been burrowing under her skirt and brought it to his mouth. Giving her an incredibly hot look, he stuck his index finger in his mouth and sucked on it for a moment. Removing his finger from his mouth he touched it to her lips and watched as she delicately gave the tip a tentative lick. “Doesn`t taste like rain, Angel. It tastes like wet, warm woman. Now, admit that you love it when I manhandle you and maybe I’ll have another taste.”

  Grabbing his hand, Jamie wrapped her lips around his finger and tugged it deep within her mouth. She sucked on it while looking up into his eyes before slowly closing her lids as if to savor the flavor. Abruptly, she let go of his hand and pulled back, removing her mouth from his finger. Grinning wickedly at him, she shrugged and shook her head. “Sorry, Caveman, tastes like rain water to me.”

  Kevin’s laughter ran out and he hung his head in defeat. “Alright. I get it. No more manhandling.”

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�Ummm… A little manhandling can be hot.”

  “Really? Oh Great Love Guru. Please share your expertise. In what situation would manhandling be forgivable?”

  She blushed. Obviously he’d read the paper this morning. Her first Love Law was probably being scanned by thousands of people right at that moment. The thought filled her with both excitement and dread. What if people hated it? Hated her for talking about men like they were simpletons? Or would people see the humor and wisdom in her words? It was impossible to say, but she sincerely hoped the public was at least interested in what she had to say. Even a bit of controversy would be welcome. Just not outright hostility. She couldn’t handle that. Not now when she was feeling so vulnerable.

  Fortunately for her Kevin was providing an excellent distraction from her worries. “Well, ripping off my panties right now and taking me hard and fast in the back seat of this fantastic old car would be totally acceptable.”

  “Like this?” He said, reaching under her skirt again, this time with both hands, he quickly shredded the crotch of her black lacy underwear and then cupped her mound with one hand while running the short nails of the other up one silky thigh.

  “Oh God. Yes. Exactly like that.” Jamie looked around the deserted parking lot, half hoping that someone might be watching them from one of the restaurants, but no one appeared to notice what they were up to. The fact that Kevin had just rendered her commando with one brutal tug of his powerful hands was for her enjoyment alone.

  “Now, do I have to manhandle you to get you in that back seat?” She asked playfully as she tugged off her mittens and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. She flexed her rosy fingers in front of his eyes before resting them on his stomach where his unfastened coat had parted. Pushing the coat further to the side she traced the shape of his abdominal muscles through his shirt. They were incredibly firm and defined under his dark grey T-shirt and she thought about how much she would love to kiss and lick every single dip and ridge on his massive chest. But that was an activity saved for a leisurely, sensual encounter, not this casual ‘slam, bang, thank you, man’ type situation. Today was about giving him what he wanted and moving on. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

  Slowly she trailed one hand down, past the waistband of his jeans, until she was cupping his stiff shaft through his zipper. “Now, why don’t you admit you like it when I manhandle you instead?” She gave his pulsing erection a gentle squeeze that made him groan out a curse.

  Without hesitation, Kevin removed his hands from between her drenched thighs and picked her up by the waist, lowering her feet to the ground. Her legs were unsteady so she had to grasp his forearms to avoid sinking to her knees on the pavement. Loving that he could affect her so strongly he bent his head towards her and kissed her with all the pent up longing he’d be harboring since seeing her at the end of the Pier.

  He plunged his hot tongue between her lips while clutching her tightly to his chest. The cold rain ran down both their faces and into their open mouths. They should have been freezing but they were oblivious to the temperature as they enjoyed the sweet wild taste of each other mixed with the rain.

  “C’mon.” Jamie said, pulling away from him, she gave him a heated look as she backed towards the passenger door of the restored yellow Mustang, tugging him with her as she went. When she reached the handle she yanked the door open but was unable to figure out how to push the seat forward, totally ruining her seductive move.

  Chuckling at her impatience, Kevin leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, and was able to find the latch to move the passenger seat. Effortlessly he slid the entire bench forward until Jamie was able to slip into the white leather interior. Once she was seated she quickly removed her coat and hat and threw them enthusiastically onto the ledge along the rear windshield. She turned so she was facing towards him with her back to the side of the car and quickly began unbuttoning the cardigan she was wearing under her coat.

  “Hey. Slow down,” he said, edging onto the backseat next to her, he tugged the door shut behind him, enclosing them in their own little cocoon. Their breath was visible in the cold confines of the car and the rain beat mercilessly on the roof. The sound was a relentless patter that he hoped drowned out the sound of his heavily beating heart.

  As she parted her sweater, her black lace bra and mouth-watering cleavage came into view and he thought about forgetting about the foreplay entirely. He’d much rather just lift her onto his lap and slide home in one powerful thrust. Then he’d finally be exactly where he so desperately needed to be: deeply embedded in her sweet, slick body.

  But Jamie had other ideas. Before he could even get his jacket off she was there, pressing her warm lips against the side of his neck and trailing one small hand up the inside seam of his jeans. He froze entirely as she brushed his erection with her fingertips before she began undoing his belt.

  “Still want me to slow down?” She whispered into his ear as she leisurely tugged his zipper down, one tooth at a time.

  Kevin actually broke a sweat. The interior of his old car felt like an igloo in the middle of a blizzard and yet he was boiling inside his clothes. Just the touch of her hand against his aching flesh was all it took to make him overheat. Dumbfounded at her power over his body he closed his eyes and tried to summon his self-control before he did something really reckless. Awkwardly he yanked his jacket off his shoulders, threw it on the front seat and held his breath as he waited to see what she would do next.

  Jamie obviously liked to be in control. If he took over and did what he wanted then he wasn’t going to get a repeat performance from her. So, he ignored his brutish instinct to lunge and thrust and tugged off his shirt while she slid her silky hand inside his jeans. He’d been dying for her to reach inside his briefs and grasp him firmly by the root, but instead she pushed the cotton material down until it was just covering his inflamed cock and traced the golden trail of hair below his navel with the tip of one finger.

  “Hmmm… it would appear that the rug definitely matches the drapes, at least in your case,” she said, swirling her fingers through the soft thatch of hair at his groin.

  Kevin’s bark of laughter turned into a groan as she reached a little lower and tugged at the silky golden bush framing his cock. God, she was teasing him mercilessly. And he was loving it. After countless encounters where he was expected to dominate with typical alpha male prowess it was a welcome relief to not be in the driver’s seat for a change. But that didn’t mean he could allow her to run the show entirely.

  He gave her a rueful look and began pulling her dripping wet skirt up her thighs. “Was there ever any doubt? I’m not exactly the type to dye my hair. Some days I’m barely the comb my hair type. How about you?”

  She gave him a teasing look from under her lashes. “How about me, what?”

  “C’mon. Do you match?” He slid her skirt up another few inches.

  “I’m pretty sure I told you in Maui that you’d never know the answer to that question. And you never will.”

  He looked crestfallen. “So, touching is okay, but no looking?”

  “No, you can look. In fact, why don’t you take a peak right now?” She shifted on the seat until she was kneeling beside him, looked around to ensure the windows were sufficiently fogged up, and then grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it to her chest, exposing her entirely to his gaze.

  Between her thighs, the ripped remains of her lace panties dangled, but other than that she was completely bare. Kevin gulped in air as he stared at her hairless pussy. He reached out one tanned hand and smoothed it over her denuded flesh, cupping her mound and tracing the folds with his fingers. “God, you’re so pretty,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

  Jamie spread her thighs slightly to allow him better access. Biting her lip, she held her skirt out of the way with one hand, displaying herself wantonly, and reached down with the other to guide his hand more firmly against her soft, moist flesh. She thrust her hips forward and began mo
ving against his talented fingers, willing him to move his hand faster with her own fingers.

  “Yes, that’s good. Don’t stop,” she sighed, removing her hand from between her legs she steadied herself against his strong shoulder as his fingers found the exact rhythm and depth she needed to drive her towards losing complete control. All thoughts of feigning indifference fled as he parted her gently and found her aching bud, circling it with his thumb.

  Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep within her channel once and then retreated, caressing her outer lips gently as if he had never been so bold. Long moments passed as she waited for him to thrust his fingers deep again. When she couldn’t wait anymore and was nearly whimpering with impatience, he plunged deep again, this time with three large fingers. Her flesh parted eagerly for this invasion and she tightened her inner muscles around his fingers creating the most delicious friction.

  “Angel. You are so wet and tight. I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispered as he ruthlessly thrust his fingers in and out of her in a slow, deep rhythm. “Do you like that?” He asked, curling his fingers inside her. “Do you want more, baby?”

  She nodded vigorously, unable to talk, as she concentrated on achieving what promised to be the most intense orgasm of her life, but it continued to elude her. Her hips moved jerkily against his fingers and she leaned forward until her breasts were practically in his face, but he didn’t take the hint. Nearly growling with frustration she clumsily moved the hand that had been gripping his shoulder to the back of his neck and pulled him toward the deep valley between her breasts.

  Chuckling against her soft, firm flesh, Kevin finally took mercy on her and brushed her clit with his thumb just as his tongue found one tight nipple through her lacy bra. The combined sensations finally put Jamie over the edge and she climaxed against his hand, grinding herself wildly as his fingers plunged deep within her body and his lips closed tightly around the crest of her breast.