We walked like that through the mass of beautifully dressed and stunningly happy people. I wondered if we'd bump into the gentleman from our opposite box.
"I'm not so sure about top billing, but you do get to be on top," Drew finally said, loud enough for a middle aged lady to overhear. Her head jerked around and she stared at us. Drew chose that moment to kiss me soundly as we walked past.
I think I was floating. I don't think my feet had actually touched the floor. Drew could have been carrying me, but I knew it wasn't that. I felt tethered to him, drifting in delightful anticipation, wholly and completely alive. But I wasn't spinning. I wasn't out of control.
Drew had a plan.
We walked across a fairly full carpark on the third story of the parking garage Drew had left the car in. The lights were garish, the sounds of laughter and conversation and booted feet could be heard reverberating off the concrete walls. I was beginning to think Drew's plan was back at the house. And although that would have been more than acceptable - how many exhibitionist moments do you need in one night, right? - I still felt a small smattering of disappointment.
Drew's plans usually involved the very best of illicit. Safe, but borderline not.
He opened my door and helped me slip inside, then walked around his side of the car. I couldn't tell if he was still aroused or not, and I did look hard. He slid into the driver's seat, glanced over towards me after closing his door, and shutting out the night sounds of the multi-storey garage. Then reached down and pressed a button on the side of his red leather seat, making the whole thing slide back in an electronic whir.
My heart sped up. My lips went bone dry. I think I may have started panting.
He smirked.
Then pulled a condom from his trouser pocket.
He held it up between us and said, "Prop number one." Then placed it on the dash for anyone passing by to see.
We were parked in the centre of the floor. A large black SUV on one side, and Mercedes Benz sedan on the other. In front of us was a concrete pillar, blocking our windscreen from sight, but the light attached to it shone into the front seats of our car making everything seem vividly bright. I wondered if he'd chosen the parking spot on purpose. Whether he'd thought this far ahead. Considering he passed three empty slots before picking this one, I was going to go with yes.
His jacket came off and was thrown unceremoniously into the back seat, then his belt buckle came undone. My fingers clenched with the need to assist him. The button followed, then he slowly lowered the zip. No boxers. He'd gone commando. This plan had been made before he even picked me up. With deft hands he pulled his erection free, ran a palm up one side and then gripped it. He gave two slow tugs, swiping his thumb over the drop of moisture at the top.
Then he lifted his butt off the seat and pulled his trousers down his legs, leaving himself bare from waist to ankles. My gaze darted up from the spectacular sight of him so openly on display and took in our surroundings. No one had come for the two cars either side, but hell, they could have been theatre goers and be here any minute.
"Prop number two," Drew murmured, stroking himself some more.
He reached for the condom and ripped open the pack, sheathing himself in record time. Or maybe I missed a few seconds there. I think I'd died and gone to heaven.
"Now, Ms Quayle. Are you up to the performance of your life? We have the stage set. The audience could be here at any moment. Will you let them down?"
He was breathless, almost panting. His hand unable to stop stroking his stiff cock. I think this turned Drew on as much as it did me. Which was the most beautiful thought I'd ever had.
"The show must go on after all," I managed to say, but my voice was scratchy, too deep and raspy. He knew he had me. There was no escape now.
"Climb aboard," he husked. "Let's have a little red."
I could do red. I'd had pink and grey today. I'd bathed in a rainbow while Nadir and Zurga sang O Fond Du Temple Saint. I'd long ago forsaken black. A dash of red as a finale was exactly what was called for.
I was falling for this man.
The thought drifted through my head as I moved to kneel above him. My shins either side of his thighs on his seat. His hands came up the side of my dress, bunching the material around my waist, then gripping my hips.
"I'm a little highly strung, sternchen," he whispered, all rough and deep and making me entirely too wet. "This might be the fastest fuck in a well lit carpark you've ever had. But let me assure you, it's not the location. It's all you."
Then he pulled me down, impaling himself to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck me," he groaned out, his head falling forward and resting on my chest. His breathing increased, as his cock pulsed deep inside. He didn't otherwise move.
Then I canted my hips, ground down on his groin, made the tip of him reach the very end of me.
I had expected a reaction. I knew he was on the edge. But I hadn't expected the shout he made. Loud, uncontrolled. Not the Drew I'd seen before this.
He'd told me he'd still give me illicit. That he'd still fuck me against the wall of Dominic's house. He was proving his point right now.
But there was also love in what he was doing here, I wasn't naive enough to miss that. He moaned, he bucked, he thrust his hips up while his hands stroked and caressed and his lips kissed and sucked. A type of love, and respect, and tender care, mixed in with the red of debauched.
It wasn't just fucking.
But it also wasn't quite the making love he'd promise either.
The surprise of realising there was an 'in between' stole my breath.
"Kelly," he moaned against my breast, when he'd lowered my bodice enough to slip a nipple free. "Oh, fuck, Kelly. You drive me crazy. I want you so much. I can't get close enough. I will never be able to get close enough."
It was a plea. A heartfelt plea. Drew Kline was fucking me in the front seat of his car in a well lit public carpark, and yet he wasn't.
This was new again from what we'd shared in the past. From what I'd ever experienced with fuck buddies before.
This was red, and pink, and grey, and blue, and yellow, and orange, and green, and purple. This was Drew Kline, my adventurous lover, telling me he wanted this, and he wanted more.
He was so turned on. I had to hold myself steady with my palms flat on the roof at my head. Within a minute he had me coming. In the next he made me fall over that exquisite edge all over again. And then with a sound of pure ecstasy he let himself go, joining me, filling the condom up as he announced to the world - and half the carpark - that he'd just come so hard he couldn't see straight.
I collapsed on top of him, our breaths steaming the windows and making the interior of the car a hidden oasis in a concrete and metal world. We sat like that, neither of us saying a word, as we caught our breaths and clung to one another.
Then the Mercedes beeped. Flashing yellow/orange from its wing mirror indicators, letting us know the occupants had returned. I froze. My boob was out, my arse was bare, and Drew had his trousers around his ankles and his returning erection deep inside my core.
He started laughing. I soon joined him.
And then the Mercedes drove away without even glancing at our misted windows. Without ever looking inside at us.
"I'm taking you home," Drew whispered, once the electric moment of being caught had passed. "And if you don't mind, I'm not ready to let you go."
"Are you asking if you can stay the night again, Drew?"
"If you'll have me."
If you'll have me.
Oh, he didn't know. We'd passed fuck buddies and moved on to something more. He'd moved me on to something more.
And I wasn't nearly ready to let him go, either.
Chapter 14
I've Got All Night
Drew kissed every inch of my body that night. And with each tender caress of his lips against my skin something within me shifted.
It started in the shower, when he washed away the sweat from our sex i
n the front seat of his car, smothering it with sweet smelling suds instead. His mouth trailed behind the sponge. His tongue licked the soap across my body. His hands branded me as his own.
Then in bed, both of us naked, he proceeded to commit every curve, every dip, every hollow and rise to his mind. He took his time, pausing at spots that intrigued him, lingering when I shuddered or moaned in response to his touch. He soaked me up. He breathed me in.
He shattered all my preconceived notions of love.
It scared the fuck out of me, but with every further kiss, every further soft caress, that fear was washed away with bliss. This was a different bliss from the hits I'd experienced all through my adult years. This was layered and multi-dimensional. It was vivid in colour, and yet cast a soft rainbow hue. It was complex, but came from a simple brush, a soft touch, a gentle pet.
It was a miracle, and he still hadn't made love to me. Not the way he had promised. Not yet.
"Drew," I pleaded, under his fingers, my body alive in a way I had never felt before. "Please," I begged.
"What do you want, sternchen?" he murmured between pecks against my butt cheek.
I couldn't say it. I couldn't ask. What if it wasn't what I hoped for? What if it wasn't enough?
"Not yet, sweetheart," he whispered. "You're not ready. But soon."
The disappointment was a heavy weight in my gut.
"On your knees," he demanded, the exacting tone one I had heard from him so often before.
I flashed him a frown. He just raised an eyebrow back.
"I'll give you what you need, Kelly. But I am the one in charge."
"And what do I need, Drew?" I asked in a purr, making sure to move seductively, curving my back, swinging my hips, as I followed his command of before.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "Always a competition." But there was laughter in his tone now. A weightlessness to it, as though my challenge back had righted his world.
Drew liked to push. He loved it when I pushed back.
I'd been afraid we'd lose this, what with the shift in our relationship. But I was beginning to see we weren't losing a thing. If anything, we were adding, not subtracting. We were building on what we'd previously had, making it more.
His finger swept though my soaking folds. He'd brought me so close to the edge already, and all he'd done was touch and stroke.
"You need this," he said, working two digits inside. His movements were firm and just shy of too hard. He pumped his hand a few times, making me moan and arch my back. He pinched my clit, squeezed and rubbed with his thumb.
Moisture coated my thighs and ran over his hand.
"Drew," I begged. I'd never been ashamed of pleading. In sex, it was the one time in my life that I had no problems asking for help. "Make me come," I demanded on a breathy appeal.
His hand disappeared. My head swung so I could look at him over my shoulder.
"Who's in charge?" he asked. His hand now stroking his shaft.
I wanted that inside me. I needed it. He'd damn well made me an addict for his cock.
"You want this, Kelly?"
I glared at him and nodded my head.
Then watched as he slid of the side of the bed and prowled around to face me. Still slowly stroking that enormous erection, half lidded eyes glinting steel grey.
"Open up," he husked.
The bastard. He knew damn well I wanted to be fucked from behind.
He started chuckling. So much so, that his hand left his cock.
"You think this is funny?" I demanded.
"Oh, Kels," he said, pure delight in his tone. He'd never called me Kels before. It sounded playful. "I love tussling like this with you."
I blinked at him. He sucked in a breath of air.
"I guess the cat's out of the bag now, huh?" he murmured. "You know you drive me crazy. You know I would do anything to make you happy. Now you know how much."
"Drew," I said, sitting back on my heels. I didn't know what to say. It's not like he'd said he was in love with me... but it felt like it.
"It's all right," he said softly. "I'm hoping one day you'll feel the same way."
I opened my mouth, no idea what would come out. And then promptly shut it.
Fuck it all to hell. This threw a spanner in the works. But it certainly explained why he was putting up with me. Why he was hanging around when most men would take one look at my fucked up self and run a mile.
This was more than sex for Drew. More than seeking that next hit of feeling ten feet tall.
This was more.
"Come here," I murmured, reaching out a hand to pull him onto the bed. "On your back."
"Somehow I think I've lost my advantage in this round."
"Suck it up, soldier. And lie the fuck down."
His body was quaking with silent laughter as he positioned himself where I indicated, hands behind his head, sparkling grey eyes watching my face.
"Stroke yourself," I whispered.
"Fuck you're a turn on." His right hand grasped his cock and started to tug.
I licked my lips. He was the God of sexual turn ons, not me.
"That's it," I murmured. "Harder. Faster."
"Jesus, Kelly," he breathed. "Are you just going to watch?"
"I might. Haven't decided yet. It's a pretty good show."
"Wicked wench." Then he groaned.
"Oh, adventure man, you are a sight for sore eyes."
"Suck me," he demanded, but it came out as a plea.
My eyes met his.
"Who is in charge?" I asked, voice whisper quiet. The sound of his hand moving on his shaft was all that met the air.
I slid my palm over my chest, down to a breast and plucked at a nipple.
He groaned again.
The other hand curved over my waist and slipped between my legs. I sank my finger in deep and writhed.
"Oh, fuck," Drew whispered.
"This could be yours, Drew," I taunted. "Want a taste?"
"I'm fine," he said, voice a little too high.
Hmm.
"Keep stroking yourself," I ordered, moving to straddle his waist.
My head faced away from his, I leaned forward on one hand, letting my breasts come down low enough that, on each upward stroke of his shaft, his fist met my boob. I spread my folds, knowing he was watching, and finger fucked myself with abandon.
A low pitched moan sounded out from behind. I smiled, ran my slippery finger over my clit... and then felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me down onto his mouth.
He bit my swollen nub hard enough to make me scream, and then he laved it with his tongue, suckling it all better.
"Drew!" I exclaimed.
"Suck me." This time it was Drew in command. His fingers delved between my folds, he crooked them inside, and then slammed them against my G-spot.
"Fuck!"
"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Make a noise. It's just us, maybe the neighbours," he threw in there, I think to satisfy my exhibitionist side. "But I have fucking craved your screams from the moment I shoved you against Dominic's wall."
Mentioning our first sexual encounter in that hallway off Dominic's lounge always did it. He knew. He had no shame in this war, this tussle as he called it. He used every available tool he had.
I fought him, but I was beginning to think it was just for show, just to draw out these moments. When Drew pushed back and showed me a little more of the man beneath the Armani suits and silk ties. Drew was all animal, a cunning tiger waiting to pounce. But oh, when he pounced it was glorious.
I moaned. It clearly wasn't loud enough and my attention was all for what he was doing to my pussy right then, so maybe he felt his cock was missing out. Because he flipped me, onto my back. Following that up with his hard body draped over the top. Groin to groin. One hand gripped one wrist, the other grabbed my second, then he pulled them tight above my head and trapped them in one palm.
"Open up," he growled. This command meant something else entirely than
his earlier one, but I felt like still pushing back.
I slowly parted my lips and then licked around the edges of my mouth.
"Fuck, I'm losing my mind here," he muttered. But he moved, still holding my wrists until the last moment, when his cock was too close to my mouth and he couldn't reach them. "Keep your hands where they are, and for the love of all things holy, suck my cock."
Another burst of laughter spilled out of me, cut off when he thrust his hips forward and sealed my mouth with the tip of his cock.
"Make all the sound you can, Kels. I like a noisy blow-job."
Fuck, I'd released a demon. I'd created a sex craved madman. Where was my sly adventurer now? Drew was a force to be reckoned with, and hell, it was turning me on like nothing else.
He loomed over me, planting his fists on the duvet cover above my head. Close enough to grip my wrists again, which he did in the next second, stretching them wide, as though they were tied down to the corners of the bedhead.
Then he let loose. Oh sweet heaven of red. He moved slowly, but with purpose, the most sensual roll of his hips as he fucked my mouth. Deep, smooth, controlled. This man, he was something else. He was... fan-fucking-tastic.
Oh, and he was mine and I think he might just have been in love with me.
I moaned on that thought, I bucked beneath him and writhed. He swore, picked up speed, showed me exactly who was in charge.
You are. Oh God yes! Drew, you are.
And then, as though in some sort of pain, he growled frustratingly and pulled himself out.
"Can't hear you," he panted, shifting down my body, his hands feverishly touching, stroking, teasing every spot they passed. "Want to hear you," he whispered, returning his body to where it had been before. "Open for me, baby," he murmured, his knee letting me know exactly where his thoughts were. "Open," he repeated.
Something had changed. Shifted again. I craved the adventurer. I craved the sex madman. But, holy fuck, I wanted the lover. I shouldn't have wanted him so much. Maybe it was the unknown, the promise he'd described. But right now, it was the only thing I wanted. Forget red. I wanted the rainbow. I wanted only that.
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