by Mary Wine
That idea shocked her, but it was as if there was a being inside her who wanted to rip away the cocoon of safety that she lived in. She needed to be free from the constricting holds that were strangling her. Freedom to indulge her needs was standing in front of her, the hard erection beneath his fly too tempting. She didn’t want to do the right thing, she wanted to do the naughty one. Indulge herself and let passion lead the way.
“All right, just remember that you promised me a real good man.”
Her words ignited a firestorm. His face lost every hint of gentleness as his ears delivered her voice to his brain. Time froze around them. Every second stretched into an hour as she watched him. He stepped around the open door and captured her.
“I’m a man of my word, honey.”
Her body melted against the hard muscles of his, her fingers ripping at the shirt that separated their skin.
“I hope so.” She sounded needy and didn’t care.
He lifted her off her feet and set her on the back of the car. His hips pressed her thighs open as he caught her mouth with a hard kiss that promised her immediate satisfaction. His tongue thrust deeply into her mouth as he reached into his pocket and came back with a small foil package between his fingers.
The condom seemed to give her permission to let go completely. Only a sliver of moonlight lit the scene. Her thighs gripped his hips and she purred as she felt the hard presence of his cock against her spread body. Her skirt had risen up, leaving only a thin scrap of lace covering the entrance to her body.
The material of his pants seemed rough against the insides of her thighs. She craved bare skin but couldn’t control herself long enough to even suggest they go inside. She was lifting her hips toward his engorged length. Seeking penetration because she felt so empty, it hurt. She simply wanted, and in that moment, nothing mattered but completing the union of their flesh.
“God, honey, you’re hell on my control.” His fingers found her center and thrust into her body. A whimper escaped her lips as that finger left and entered her once more.
“That isn’t enough.” They were the most brazen words she’d ever voiced. “I want you inside me.”
The foil ripped and she felt like purring.
The night air brushed her wet thighs as he hooked one hand under her knee and lifted it to his hip. He smoothed his finger along her inner leg, making her shiver as she waited for his touch to reach her slit. She was desperate for even a light grazing over her clit. She needed that contact, would have pleaded for it if his hand had stopped before finding her center.
“I can’t goddamn wait another second to get inside you. I’m sorry, I’m a jerk.”
His words made her shiver. He stroked the open folds of her slit with a single finger as a whimper rose from her chest.
“Because I swear, I’m going to have you right now.”
The harsh tone of his voice empowered her. His car hid them from the road, but it was still so wicked to think of having sex in her parking lot. There was very limited traffic in the industrial section of town at night, but they might still get caught. He fingered her clit, making her shiver with need. It was too intense to think about waiting. She wanted gratification and she wanted him to be as frantic as she felt. Slipping one hand down his chest, she stroked the ridges of his arm before reaching for his open fly. She found the hard erection already half sheathed in the condom. She helped him push it all the way to the base of his cock. He leaned more of his weight against her, pressing her into his car. She hooked her thigh around his hips, allowing the head of his cock to slip between the folds of her spread body.
“I’m so damn sorry, Roslyn. This isn’t very romantic.” His teeth were clenched as he controlled the first thrust. Her body stretched around his invasion as he cupped one side of her bottom and repeated the motion.
She whimpered as he penetrated to his full length. Her body trembled even as her hips lifted to take his next thrust. His hips flexed as her body adjusted. Pleasure surged through her, threatening to break quickly. But she resisted the urge to climax so soon but each thrust pushed her toward an explosion she craved almost too much to resist. His cock felt too good working in and out of her. She wanted to hold back the end of the ride.
“That’s it, baby, take me.”
There was nothing else to do. Her entire reason for breathing centered on the actions of their bodies. Her hips lifted and his thrust forward. Her thighs spread farther as she struggled to take him deeper. Pleasure tightened with each thrust of his body, twisting and spiraling until nothing mattered but gaining release.
His chest expanded as his breathing became rough. The grip on her bottom tightened as he thrust deeply between her thighs. It was hard and rough, yet she craved it to be even harder, even faster. Her body wanted him deeper inside her, touching that spot that nature had created just for this man.
She screamed as pleasure shattered through her. He growled as he rammed his cock so deeply, she ached from the fullness. His hand clenched around her bottom, holding her in place as he shuddered and she quivered on the wave of satisfaction that shook her. For a moment, she was lost, somehow suspended in the wave of sensation. There was only the scent of his skin and the pleasure glowing inside her. His fingers relaxed on her bottom, smoothing over the flesh he’d gripped so tightly. A tender touch that completed the moment as her heart slowed down, but her lover remained close.
“I’m sorry I’m an asshole.”
He moved so that she could lower her leg. But her knees felt weak. In fact, her entire body wanted to collapse and just quiver.
“What?” The last thing she wanted to do was think. Her brain flatly refused.
She expected him to back away from her. Instead she was cradled against his wide chest a moment before he bent and deposited her in the passenger seat.
“I’m an unromantic jerk, but I’ll try to redeem myself before tonight is finished.”
The door shut as she tried to catch her breath.
The dark hid her blush as she felt the sting from her passage that marked where he’d just been. Her brain refused to engage enough to blast her for the reckless behavior. Instead, all she felt was a slowly burning need to do it again. She wasn’t satisfied, her clit still burning for more. They hadn’t been naked.
And she really wanted to be naked with him.
The driver’s door opened and the car rocked slightly as Granger dropped into his seat and yanked the seat belt on. He closed the door and turned the engine over in the same movement. They were out of the parking lot before she remembered to put a seat belt on.
The street passed in a blur as he put the sports car to the test. A red light forced Granger to apply the brake. He turned a hungry look on her as she found her breath lodged in her throat.
“I’m taking you home with me.” His announcement wasn’t an invitation. She saw it glittering in his gaze before the light turned green and he was focused on driving once again. Everything seemed to be moving too fast in connection to him. It was a crazy pace, but exciting.
“I only met you yesterday,” she muttered.
“That doesn’t make a quick fuck in your parking lot the way to spend Valentine’s Day.” A hint of enjoyment edged his voice. “Even if it was a hell of a rush.”
He pulled up to a pair of gates and pressed a button on the roof of the car. The gates parted to let them enter. The house was everything she’d imagined he’d own when he’d demanded to buy a bear from her at double the retail price.
Elegant and manicured, the house had to qualify as an estate home. Granger pulled around the back and parked the car in a spotless garage. There was a four-wheel drive of some type sitting in the garage.
He was out of the car before she’d gotten her seat belt off. Her door was pulled open as she fumbled with the thing. He pulled her out of the seat and kept her hand as he pulled her behind him into the dark house.
He took her right up a curving stairway without a single word. A set of double doors let t
hem into a huge master bedroom with an equally enormous bed at one end of it.
He turned on a hallway light, but not one in the main bedroom. There was a clink of metal when his keys landed on a bedside table. He moved through the dark bedroom to the opposite side.
“Let’s see if we can’t introduce a little class to our night.”
There was a blue flash and then flames appeared. With the new light, she could see the fireplace set into the wall near the bed. The gas flames flickered orange and yellow with just a touch of blue at the base. Granger pushed back to his full height and crossed the room once again. The hall light was clicked off before he touched something on the bedside table. Music filtered into the room as he played with the controls for a moment, changing the tune to something softer.
“Now, may I have this dance?”
He offered her a hand, palm up. The firelight danced over his skin as she smiled at the formal, gentlemanly gesture. Picking at her skirt, she drew it wide and presented him with a curtsy.
“I would adore a dance.”
She placed her hand in his and felt the connection all the way to her toes. He turned her into his embrace. She spread her fingers out over his chest, lightly stroking him as she lifted her head and the flames illuminated his face.
“You’re stunning. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She shook her head because her throat was too tight. He sounded as if he meant it and she longed to believe that he did.
“I’ll tell you, every time you let me.”
He stroked down her spine, sending little ripples of delight through her. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Her nipples drew taut, poking into the hard body next to hers. She missed a step and stumbled as she fell prey to the distraction of renewed passion. She moved her finger across his chest to the little points of his nipples. Fingering them, like her own wanted to be.
“I think meeting you was the best move of my life.”
His lips caught hers as he let their tongues mingle and taste each other. Lifting his head, he looked into her uncertain eyes.
“Does it matter when we met?” His hand gently cupped a breast and his thumb found the puckered nipple. Pleasure shot out from the touch as her breast begged to be free from her clothing once again.
“This,” his thumb rubbed her nipple again, “doesn’t seem to care when we met and neither do I, honey. Would it be better if we’d bumped into each other in some bar? I don’t think so. Do you?”
His fingers teased her nipple, pushing the fabric of her dress down to graze the skin directly.
“Does it matter, Roslyn?”
Raising her head, she locked gazes with him. Half illuminated in firelight, she was far beyond caring about the details, only about the fact that he was holding her.
“No.”
“Good.”
His mouth took hers and didn’t wait for permission. The male taste of his tongue made her moan as she rose onto her toes to get closer to him. His lips left her as he sent his fingers into her hair. One comb became his prize as he pulled it out of her curls. He grinned as he found the second one. He raked his fingers through her hair to free the curls. Deep satisfaction glowed across his face as her ringlets flowed naturally over her shoulders.
“I hated these little plastic things the moment I saw them.” Her combs went sailing across the room. His eyes moved down to the twin points of her nipples. Hunger burned behind his eyes as he thumbed both nubs through the fabric of her clothing.
“I want to see you.”
The hard tone of his voice was empowering. It stoked her confidence, bringing it to life. She stepped back and reached for the little tie at the back of her dress. She was following his order, but held his attention completely. It was a decadent moment as she pulled the ties out and away from her body with slow motions.
“In that case, stand right there.” She issued her own instructions.
“What do I get for obedience?”
Once undone, the dress was loose and baggy. Reaching for the hem, she pulled it over her knees, watching the way his attention focused on the baring skin.
“I like that.” He growled softly. He gestured for her to raise it farther.
She pulled it up farther, teasing him with the top of her thighs before revealing the first edge of her lacy underwear. His breathing turned rough as she tugged the dress higher, baring her belly and ribs.
“Tease.”
A little husky laugh was her comment as she lifted the entire dress above her head and let it drop away to the carpeting. She turned her back on him in the same moment, looking over her shoulder at him.
“If you’re going to make an accusation, Granger, I’ll have to consider it a challenge.”
He sucked his breath in as he looked at her. Roslyn stared at the barely controlled violence drawing his face taut. It confirmed her beauty in a way that no words could ever do. There wasn’t a single public display that would ever touch her as deeply as his expression did right then.
“Tease.” His voice was firm with challenge.
Laughing at him, she raised one hip up and then the other, rocking her bottom in a slow mimic of a belly dance. Rotating around, she swiveled her hips and belly slowly as he watched. Turning her back on him once again, she fingered the back hook holding her bra closed.
“Tell me you wear that sort of stuff all the time.”
Swiveling her hips again, she smiled at the raw hunger decorating his features. “Actually, I put it on for you. Fresh from the store; the tags are sitting on top of my dresser.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
His voice had turned raspy, tempting her to believe him. His gaze caught the hurt in her eyes as a cocky grin lifted his lips.
“Don’t you believe in fate, Roslyn?”
He looked too sincere for her to dredge up any real suspicion. Somehow, the last day seemed so much longer than any other one in her life.
“How can a woman who cut half her profit line not believe in fate?”
Stepping forward, he smoothed his hands over her shoulder and leaned down to whisper against her ear. “Forty-eight hours ago, I would have lectured you on the dangers of handing out so many free products, but after this morning, I realize that they are Wish Bears, not products.”
“Now that was romantic.”
He chuckled as his hands found her breasts. He stroked the swells of tender flesh above the lacy cups as he pressed a kiss against her neck.
“You amaze me, Roslyn.” His voice was almost a whisper against her ear, a dark sound that might have risen from her own longings to be valued for everything that she was. But the hands resting on her body were real.
“I didn’t realize how empty my life was until you pointed it out by letting me dance around in a bear suit.”
“You were a good Wish Bear.”
His arms closed around her in a hug that was tight. “Does that mean you’ll let me try it on again?”
She giggled at the hopeful note in his voice. Rubbing her bottom across his erection, she smiled at the swift intake of his next breath.
“Let’s talk about it later.” He bit her neck; a soft graze of his teeth over her tender skin. The little nip sent a ripple of sensation right down her body to her clit.
“Yeah, later.”
She was free a moment later. Turning around, she watched her lover. His hand began yanking his shirt buttons free as his eyes lingered on her breasts. Reaching for the hook on her bra, she undid it and let it drop away from her breasts. His gaze lowered to the bared globes as his hands froze.
“You appear distracted.”
Moving forward, Roslyn reached for the remaining buttons herself. Right here, self-doubt seemed to be nonexistent. Freedom appeared to surround her, allowing her to simply be a female. There was no code of conduct here, no appearances to maintain. Instead, the only rule seemed to be indulgence of her gender and its hunger for her companion.
; “You have that effect on me all right.” His hands settled onto the curves of her hips. “Make sure you unwrap me all the way.”
His voice was needy, but playful. It empowered her, but she realized that she encouraged him. It was the purest form of intimacy, where pleasure was the only goal.
“I hate these clothes.” Her fingers pushed at the unbuttoned shirt. A low chuckle shook him as he shrugged out of the garment for her.
“Better?” she asked.
A little hum of pleasure was his only reply. Granger yanked his fly open and stepped out of his pants. Her eyes traveled over him before widening at the sight his pants had hidden.
Despite the fact that she’d already taken him, Roslyn still stared at his cock. Sure, she’d seen a few like that in pictures on the internet that a girlfriend had sent her, but she’d just never really thought to come into direct contact with a man who had one that size. Much less that she might have let him try to stretch her with it.
She reached for it. She couldn’t help herself. She had to feel it. Her hand barely closed around its width. The staff was long and crowned with a ruby head that her lips begged to taste. Hunger gnawed at her, but her mouth wanted to know what he tasted like first.
She licked around the swollen head before taking it into her mouth. The harsh breath he drew in made her relax and take more of the length into her mouth. The salty taste of his cum clung to the skin. She sucked and used her tongue to rub around his width again.
“That’s it, baby, lick me.”
Settling on her knees, Roslyn used a hand to stroke the length of his cock as she sucked. His harsh breath drove her to faster motions of her hand. His hips jerked with little thrusts that begged for more of her mouth. She nibbled and teased the head of his cock before closing her lips around it once again.