"Here we go," he said with a boyish grin and turned the key in the ignition. The engine burst to life with a throaty growl that vibrated through the seat in a way that turned me on. Who knew a car could have that effect on me? I suspected it had a lot to do with who was behind the wheel. "Don't forget your seatbelt," he reminded me since I had been too distracted admiring the Camaro. We both strapped in, and Jensen shifted into gear and drove us out of the parking lot.
He eased the Camaro into traffic, and I frowned in disappointment that he hadn't gunned the engine yet. I caught him grinning at me with amusement.
"Patience," he said as he placed his hand on my knee. "Let me get us out of this traffic first, then I'll show you what she can do." Electric tingles ran up my leg at his touch, making me itch to have him move his hand up higher. When he had to move his hand away to shift, I sighed unconsciously with disappointment.
Watching Jensen drive was amazing. He handled the car with confidence, moving from gear to gear smoothly and efficiently. His eyes were intent on the road as he navigated us through the unusually busy Sunday afternoon traffic. I found myself ignoring the traffic around us and just enjoying Jensen's driving instead. I wondered what else he could handle that well. Me, perhaps? The focus and skill he had were such a turn on that I squeezed my legs together to try to ease the ache between them.
"Here we go!" he announced. I looked up to see an open stretch of the road ahead of us, just as he hit the gas. The engine roared, and I was pushed back into my seat at the sudden acceleration. We flew down the street past a blur of buildings and trees, until traffic forced Jensen to slow down again. I found myself laughing hysterically in exhilaration.
"Holy shit!" I cried. "My Honda sucks ass!"
"It does," he agreed with a smile. "Wait until you drive her."
"You're not serious," I said in astonishment.
"I am."
"I don't even know how to drive a stick!"
"I could teach you." He looked at me and smiled as he pulled to a stop at a red light.
"You'd teach me in your Camaro?" I was incredulous.
"Oh, hell no! I'd borrow someone else's car to do that," he said with a chuckle.
"Thanks," I replied in an offended tone and returned his grin. He accelerated abruptly when the light turned green, and I flew back into my seat with a gasp.
"Sorry," Jensen said with mock sincerity.
When we finally left the traffic in town behind and hit the back-country roads, he placed his hand on my knee again. Being with him was so easy that it didn't feel like a first date anymore. This time I put my hand on top of his, and we rode that way for a while in companionable silence. He squeezed my leg and started tracing lazy circles with his index finger on the inside of my knee.
"Where did you get this car?" I asked out of the blue as the thought occurred to me. His finger froze on my knee as he stared ahead with a blank expression. There was a tension-filled pause, and I started to wonder what I had done wrong.
"I rebuilt it with my Dad and my brother." His voice was flat and emotionless. I felt guilt at my unintentional mistake. His eyes went somewhere far away, and I could see him slipping away from me into his painful memories. I understood what he was feeling all too well. I had lost both my parents, and I knew that reminders, when the wound was this fresh, were a torment that could sneak up on you at anytime.
"Stop the car," I said impulsively, desperate to bring him back to me.
"What?" he asked as he looked over at me in confusion.
"Pull the car over. Right now!" I demanded. He didn't question me again and pulled off onto the shoulder of the empty country road we were driving on. I immediately unbuckled my seatbelt.
"What's wrong?" he asked, still looking confused. I said nothing as I climbed over the shifter onto Jensen's lap. I straddled him with my knees on each side of his hips, and the confusion in his eyes was suddenly replaced by a dark and fierce need. And just like that, he was back with me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and crushed my lips against his. He kissed me back in desperation, his hands grabbing my ass and grinding my pelvis against his groin. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his cock lengthen and thicken against me. He let loose a low growl and pulled me harder against himself. He tasted so good, his tongue doing delightful things to my mouth.
Jensen tore his lips from mine and started burning a trail of fire down my neck. His hands slipped up under my shirt and slid across the bare skin of my back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I sighed into his touch as his teeth nipped the soft skin of my neck. My fingers unconsciously twisted into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He raised his face to me and kissed me again. His tongue plunged into my mouth, dancing across my teeth and tongue. I'd never had kisses like Jensen's before, so sweet and intense at the same time.
His hands slid around my body to my chest and began kneading my breasts, thumbing my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. A deep whine of need tore from my chest, and I ground my pubic bone against his cock. His answering growl sent ripples of pleasure surging from my pelvis out to the rest of my body. I wanted him so badly that I couldn't even think straight. My hands flew down to his jeans and started fumbling with his belt buckle, desperate to get my hands on him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jensen cried as he grabbed my hands to stop me. I whined with disappointment and fought against his grip. "Shhh...easy, baby," he said as he caught my eyes with his. "We can't do this here." It took a moment for his words to sink in as he continued looking into my eyes. I stopped fighting his grip, and he released his hold on me. I put my hands on his chest and wadded his shirt between my fingers.
"Then take me home," I demanded. "Now."
"Are you sure?" he whispered. I nodded and kissed him again, showing him the depth of my sincerity.
We were abruptly pulled apart as Jensen lifted me up and deposited me back in my seat. He shifted the Camaro into gear and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The rear wheels sent a spray of gravel flying high into the air as he pulled off the shoulder and back onto the road. I had just enough sense left to fasten my seatbelt as he turned the car in a sharp U-turn and headed toward town.
When we arrived at Jensen's place, I really had no idea how we had gotten there or even where it was. I hadn't been able to tear my eyes off of him as he drove. His absolute focus had been mesmerizing as we sped through town in silence. My intense need for him only increased.
I vaguely noticed that we were passing a line of industrial looking three-story condos. Jensen pulled into one of the driveways next to a green Chevy Silverado and drove us into a one-car garage and turned off the Camaro's engine. He closed the garage door behind us, immediately got out, and came around to open the passenger door.
He bent down through the open door and looked at me. His eyes were like fire in the dim light shining through the tiny windows of the garage door. I gasped at their intensity, and his nostrils flared. He reached his hand down to me and when I took it; he pulled me up until our bodies were pressed together. I felt his hand slide up my back and firmly grip the hair at the back of my head. I let him pull my head back, and I relaxed into his embrace with a deep sigh. His hungry eyes scanned across my face. A deep growl rumbled from his throat as he ran his free hand along my cheek. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He exhaled and his breath danced along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes anticipating his kiss.
Instead, he released his hold on me abruptly, took my hand, and led me through a nearby door. I stumbled along on instinct, my brain still misfiring from his touch. He took me into a small foyer and up a set of steps leading to another door. He opened it, and I followed behind as we turned left down a short hallway and into his living room. I stepped into the room ahead of him to take in his space. The brick walls and exposed beams suited Jensen well. There was a large brown distressed leather sofa dominating the room. The dark reds and earth tones were warm and inviting.
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o compliment him about it and saw him staring at me with such a possessive heat that I froze. I gasped as he moved toward me with purposeful strides that ate up the distance between us in a heartbeat. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me against the hard planes of his torso. I could feel the heat of his body radiating into mine. Before I could catch my breath, he buried his hand in my hair again, just the way I liked it, and kissed me hard and fast.
This kiss was different from the rest. It's dominating force overtook me and sent my brain skyrocketing into bliss. I melted into him, letting his desire take over, as he devoured me with his lips, tongue, and teeth. I latched onto his hair with desperate fingers and moaned into his mouth with longing. He answered with another bone deep growl, sending a sudden wave of pleasure through my body that made my sex clench.
The world tilted as he lifted me up and dropped me onto the sofa. I stared up at him, watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He shoved the coffee table aside with one foot and dropped down to his knees in front of me, never breaking our eye contact. His hands clasped the hem of both my hoodie and T-shirt, pulling them over my head in one swift motion. Goose bumps shivered across my upper body with the sudden chill as Jensen fixed his eyes on my chest. I unconsciously pushed my breasts toward him, and he buried his face between them. His tongue blazed across the tender skin there sending another shiver through me.
His hands moved around to my back and nimble fingers released the clasp of my black lace bra. He pulled it down my arms and threw it aside. Warm hands began kneading my breasts. He bent his head and engulfed my right nipple in his mouth and began flicking it with his tongue. The thumb of his other hand began rubbing my left nipple in a similar pattern. Pulses of pleasure arced out from my breasts to my pussy, and I moaned. I felt his hands move to my waist and undo the button of my jeans while his tongue continued stroking my nipple. He pulled the zipper down and released my breast from his mouth to stare at my black lace panties. His eyes met mine again.
"I want to taste you," he growled with lust maddened eyes. I nodded my head in helpless need. His hands grabbed my jeans roughly, and he yanked them down, pulling them off me, panties and all. I toed my ballet flats off and spread my thighs for him. He gripped my ass and jerked my hips toward him for better access. He leaned in close and took a deep breath in and out.
"You smell so good," he hummed as he captured my gaze yet again. His tongue licked slowly up my pussy as his eyes burned with desire. My answering moan was rewarded with another deeper lick, and my hips bucked against his mouth. "You taste even better," his lips whispered with warm air against me. Then his tongue flicked against my clit, and my brain short circuited. I gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure, and my thighs clamped to his head against my will.
He moved his hands up to my inner thighs; firmly pushing my legs apart and holding them there. His tongue flicked faster and faster, my breath quickening along with him. The stubble of his cheeks rubbed harshly against my thighs as he pleasured me. I thrashed and moaned uncontrollably, the sensations almost too much to bear. My hands reached for his head in an attempt to slow him down, but he laced his fingers with mine and held them firmly, his forearms still spreading my legs wide. He lashed his tongue against my clit repeatedly until I was keening with the building pressure.
Suddenly, an orgasm exploded out from my core causing searing white flashes of lightning bursting across my vision. My eyes squeezed shut as I screamed, my back arching up off the sofa. As my climax started to wane, I felt Jensen's tongue press down hard on my clit, sending me screaming up into the stratosphere. My orgasm went on and on and on. I never knew it could feel like this, and some small part of my brain that could still function wondered, Was this going to kill me? If so, I didn't care. My body was still quaking with aftershocks when the pressure from his tongue finally let up. He began to lap up the evidence of my release with low hums of pleasure, the vibration setting off more aftershocks.
"Again," he growled and my eyes flew open to see him looking up at me with the sexiest, almost sadistic, smile I had ever seen. It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. This time he skipped the flicking and merely pressed his tongue down hard on my aching clit again, and I soared into another orgasm immediately. This one seemed to go on even longer and my voice finally faltered into incoherent babbling.
"Oh, please! Oh, please!" I mumbled. "I want...I want...!"
"Tell me." He raised his head and commanded calmly. "Tell me what you want."
"I...I," I tried to answer, but trepidation kept me from getting the words past my lips. No man had ever made me say it before. He continued to look at me expectantly.
"Tell me, Sydney," he demanded in a low tone, the sound of my name on his lips sending shivers up my spine.
"I want...I want you to fuck me!" I finally blurted out between gasps for air.
"Good girl." His voice practically purred his approval.
He stood then, lifting my boneless body up with him and moved across the room. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, his strong arms cradling my hips against his belly. I tucked my head into the side of his neck, and I could smell my passion on him.
"Please..." I murmured into his skin.
"Shh...I know," he reassured me as I felt us moving up a flight of stairs.
Jensen carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on my back in his bed. He gently pried my limbs from around his body, and stood looking at me. I writhed uncontrollably with a needy whine as I watched him pull his shirt over his head. His upper body was breathtaking, each muscle perfectly defined from his shoulders to his washboard abs. He bent to slip off his boots and socks, and when he stood and lowered the zipper of his jeans, I held my breath in expectation. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, and I sighed as his cock sprang free, thick and long and beautiful. My mouth practically watered at the sight of him.
Soon he was crawling across the king-size bed. His eyes made me feel like stalked prey as he came to me. Jensen's hot mouth moved slowly up my body from my knee up to my breast, peppering me with kisses along the way. He hovered over me, his big body only inches above mine. My legs spread instinctively for him, falling to each side. I felt the head of his penis bump against my thigh.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sydney," he said, his lips mere millimeters from mine. He shifted away from me to reach over to his bedside stand. I heard a drawer open and close. Then he was above me again, ripping a condom wrapper open with his teeth and using one hand to sheath himself with it. He shifted his hips until I could feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He paused to look at me with dark smoldering eyes.
"Do you want this?" he asked, the seductive tone of his voice sending a hot wave of desire pulsing through me. "Do you want my cock inside you?"
"Yes, oh, yes," I whispered with need as I ran my hands up his chest, reveling in the solid mass of muscle. He pushed slowly into me, filling me, stretching me. My nails dug into his chest as he reached the end of me and paused. It felt so full, so right with him inside me, and I writhed with impatience. "Please," I begged shamelessly, my eyes pleading with him. He answered by pulling out almost all the way and slamming suddenly back into me with a sharp thrust of his hips.
"Is that what you want?" he whispered as he nuzzled my cheek. I answered with an incoherent moan, and he began moving inside me in a slow measured rhythm. Every thrust ended with a small hard push as he hit bottom and his animalistic growl of possession. He moved faster and faster inside me, and I could feel the pressure of my building climax start to rise higher and higher. His lips covered mine as I moaned into his mouth. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around my shoulders; one hand fisting my hair, his upper body pinning me to the mattress. His thrusts became faster and harder. He pressed his face next to mine.
"Come for me, Sydney," he gasped into my ear and my world splintered into flashes of white light. A scream ripped up and out of my chest in my ecstasy. The orgasm felt like an explosion of hot sweet fire that went on and on until I came back down
to earth to find Jensen moving slow and easy inside me. "Did you like that?" he whispered.
"More!" I moaned into his neck. His low chuckle made his cock twitch inside me, and I gasped as my insides clenched down around him, turning his laugh into a groan.
"Yes, ma'am," he said with amusement. Then he released my shoulders to push himself up and pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. His hands pulled my ass up into the air until I was on my knees and forearms. Being manhandled like that made me groan in desperation for him to be back inside me again.
He gripped my hips firmly, and I sighed with relief as he slid his cock back inside me. This time he didn't start slow or easy. He began pounding into me mercilessly, and I reveled in it, my climax building quickly and surely.
"Tell me when you're close," he grunted amid the sharp slaps of our bodies hitting each other. It took mere moments for me to feel the edge of an orgasm coming.
"Now, now, now!" I screamed, and he began thrusting harder. I flew even higher this time, my mind practically blacking out all reality as my climax hit me. I was vaguely aware of Jensen's hoarse cry of release as he ground his own climax into me with his hips. A scream tore out of my mouth and blended with his voice as we both finished together.
When I was coherent enough to open my eyes, we were both on our sides panting with exhaustion. Jensen was spooned behind me, still inside me, holding me against his chest with both arms wrapped around my body. I felt his lips pressing soft kisses into my sweat damp neck, murmuring sweet words of satisfaction in my ear.
"You felt so good," he whispered to me. "So, so good." I hummed in pleasure at his words, and he pulled me tighter against him. He felt so warm, so right against my back, and when sudden fatigue hit me, I let it pull me down into sleep.
I woke to find myself alone in Jensen's bed, tucked under his blankets, and curled on my side. I smiled to myself. He must have covered me up after I fell asleep. He must have gone to clean up. I closed my eyes again, relishing the smell of Jensen and sex all around me. My sex drunk brain was slow to realize there was a voice drifting up the stairs into the bedroom. I focused enough to recognize Jensen's low baritone, but I couldn't make out the words. I smiled again at hearing him, thinking of how he had talked to me during sex.
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