Don't Touch

The second I tug his cock out, he releases my neck and grabs my ass. Digging his fingertips in, he lifts me off the ground. Both my legs wrap his waist as I line up his engorged tip with my entrance.

Giving one quick thrust, his cock slides easily in my pussy. “Fuck,” he says under his breath as he lays his head on my shoulder. Thrust after thrust he fucks me against his car.

“Yeah, fuck me,” I moan into his ear. Licking the shell of his ear, I bite his earlobe and exhale a deep breath.

His thrusts grow harder and faster. My pussy is clenching around him tight, refusing to let him go. I'm so wet, the sound of his dick slamming in and out echoes between the cars around us.

“Damn your cunt is so tight.” Monroe bites the top of my shoulder as he grunts. “I could fuck you all night.”

My back arches hard as I rock my hips, meeting his cock with a thrust of my own. His balls slap against me, and his fingers dig into my ass with demand. Pistoning his hips, he fucks me so hard his car is rocking back and forth.

Raking my fingers through his hair, I grab fistfuls, ripping and tearing at the roots. My stomach clenches as tingles begin to work their way out through my body. My clit is swollen, ready and eager for the pleasure to flow.

The orgasm comes on hard, making me tighten my legs around his waist as my head falls back and I moan.

“Mm, Monroe.” His name flows out from the back of my throat, and the moan comes from deep within my chest. I can feel his name as I say it, like warm water pouring over my body.

He grabs my neck with his teeth and bites hard as he throws his cock inside me. Grunting, Monroe stills as his cock goes rigid and begins to throb. He comes, his groan buzzing across my skin like the tremble of an earthquake.

I'm not sure how this man makes me come undone like this. I'm so willing to give myself to him. He makes it so easy to let my guard down, to allow him in without questioning it at all.

You only live once.

Monroe lowers me gently to my feet, holding me for an extra second longer to make sure I have my footing.

“So,” I say as I fix my dress. “This is your car?”

“I hope so. Otherwise we just fucked on a strangers car.” He chuckles as he zips his pants. Pulling the door open on the passenger side, he smiles. “Want a ride home?”

“Yes. I'd at least like to ride in the car too, not just get a ride on it.”

Monroe laughs as I drop into the seat. “Well, you're in for a treat tonight then, because you get both.”

We drive to my apartment. His hand is resting on my thigh and my fingers are intertwined with his. His thumb is softly running back and forth as we talk.

This might sound crazy, but this feels so natural, so. . .

Right.

Don't be silly, this is nothing more than a fling.

It's totally normal for two people to lose control. It's natural for two people to be so attracted to each other that they just give in. I know this isn't going to turn into anything more than it is. It can't.

It'll fizzle out once we've both had our fill.

But what if I don't want it to end?

8

Arisa

“How's it going?” Monroe asks as he leans over my shoulder.

“It's going good. I'm working on the appetizer sampler right now. So, I know you have a lamb recipe for one of the main dishes. . .”

“Yeah, so what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking, maybe one of the appetizers could be honey-mint lamb skewers? They're delicious, and we get to create a theme maybe between the dishes. What do you think?”

“I think it's brilliant. Take the main courses I want to use and see what you can come up with for the others. Nice job, Arisa,” he says, giving me an overly friendly smile and a wink.

These past few days, shit this entire week, has been amazing. Monroe is amazing. I've never felt so good about where I am in life as I do now. Monroe makes me laugh, he teases me with little comments and gestures that are a secret between just us.

Monroe heads to the back of the building to tend to the smoker, leaving me alone in the kitchen with this task. Plan the appetizers for Flavor magazine's Dariel Gershon. This is my contribution, and hopefully it will put my name on the map too.

“Looks like you two are getting close,” Cheryl says as she turns the corner. She leans against the wall, folding her arms over her chest.