Indulgent Pleasures

He grabbed her by the forearm and led her over to the car, stopping at the front of it, closer to the driver’s side.

“Bend over baby. Let me see your pretty little ass.” He kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and she clung to him until he finally nudged at her shoulders with the tips of his fingers.

Then because she couldn’t not do it, she turned and leaned forward, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the car. She gasped at the shock, her nipples tightening almost painfully and she breathed deep, relaxed her body as much as she could.

His hands gathered her skirt once again, pushing it up above her waist so the fabric rested in a pile in the center of her back. His hands smoothed over her lower back, her butt and then he was tugging her panties down, the cool air hitting her heated pussy and making her squirm.

“Ah yeah, babe. Sorry but this is going to be fast.” He entered her with one quick thrust and she bucked against the car at the shock of him invading her. The thick heat of him warming her from the inside out.

Justin didn’t even bother to sweet talk her or smooth his hands over her skin, nothing like he usually did. His fingers clutched her hips tight, biting into her skin. His cock moved in and out of her pussy like a piston and she liked it, she loved it. With a grunt, she thrust back against him, wanting it as hard as she could get it.

The scent of sex permeated the air, their sweat slicked bodies slapping against each other and she closed her eyes, pressed her cheek against the cool, smooth metal of the car.

It was insanity, what was happening between them. Sweet, sweet insanity and if she really was going crazy, then what a way to go.

He didn’t let up the rhythm, his cock insistent, nudging against an extra sensitive spot deep within her and she cried out, adrenaline coursing through her veins, making her head roar.

“Are you close baby?” He sounded strained, as if he was holding everything back and he slammed into her, his heavy balls brushing against her ass and pussy, making her squirm. “Because I’m gonna blow.”

Her belly tingled, her inner walls clutched around his length and she nodded, emitting a shaky, “Y—yes.”

She didn’t realize it was possible but he went even deeper, fucking her so hard and fast she could hardly move. Again and again, he pumped inside of her until he was coming. Yelling, the sounds of him climaxing filling the entire second floor of the parking garage and she shouted, too. His name flew out of her right when her orgasm hit and she was nothing but shaking limbs, shakier breath and pure liquid fire.

And all along in the corner of her mind the thought of getting caught, of a stranger watching them have sex thrilled her. Made her tingle, made her wonder if she was some sort of sick and twisted person.

“Shit.” He withdrew from her quickly, disposing of the condom and zipping up. She stood, her legs shaky and she pushed her dress back into place before she turned and leaned against the car.

If she didn’t have that car to rest against, she would’ve embarrassed herself and slid to the floor into a puddle of nothing.

“You must think I’m an asshole.” He stood in front of her, his face ruddy, his eyes glittering in that way they did right after he came. His hair was a mess, the rain and damp air making it curl about his head wildly and she reached out, pushed a lock off his forehead.

“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” she murmured. He was a prisoner to this just as she was. Confused and amazed and helpless to stop it but what they had was too powerful to be denied.

And right now, she didn’t want to deny it. She wanted to revel in it. Experience it again and again.

A slam sounded in the distance and they heard voices, voices that seemed to be coming closer accompanied by the varied footfalls of more than one person walking. Justin’s gaze met hers, panic flaring across his face and he withdrew the keyless remote from his front pocket, unlocking the doors.

They both climbed into the car without a word and he started the engine, backing out with ease. He drove by a small crowd of young men on his way out and Stephanie trembled with relief. She didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened if that group had come upon them.

He exited the parking garage as quickly as he could. The guard in the toll booth eyed them suspiciously as Justin shoved bills into his extended hand. Like he knew exactly what they’d been up to and full of regret at not catching them in the act.

“He knew,” Stephanie said when Justin pulled out onto the street.

He shrugged, his gaze glued to the road. The weather was still crappy and made for extra dangerous driving. “I don’t really care. I’m just thankful he didn’t recognize me.”

She studied him out of the corner of her eye, envy coursing through her at his ability to look so cool and composed after what they’d just shared. Only his hair was ruffled and his clothes appeared a little rumpled. Other than that, he was his perfect, normal self. Gorgeous, hard bodied, sexier than hell.

And all hers.

She was no dummy. She knew he was using her for the time being. A quickie, a fling, a passionate and most likely fast and furious little affair was what they shared. She was having a good time she couldn’t deny it but she also really didn’t want it to end.

This was more than her collecting research and pertinent information for her articles and potential column. This was more than having spectacular sex with a famous person who seemed to know exactly how to please her.

This was sex with a man she wanted to get to know even better. A man she enjoyed spending time with. A man who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her no matter what they were doing.

And that was the best part of it all. His lack of control was a complete turn on. Something she wanted to see more of. Something she wanted to indulge in

for as long as possible.