Slowly, I release him, taking another deep breath before driving myself onto him. His hand lands in my hair, and I like the way he guides my head up and down, showing me the pace he needs. I use the tip of my tongue to trace patterns along his shaft as I move, swirls and zig-sags, and when I pull back to the very tip I caress the underside of his head, feeling his cock jerk.
Nolan’s eyes fly open, and he looks down at me like he’s suddenly seeing me for the first time. He yanks the condom out of my hand, and he’s sliding it onto himself. I want him inside me so much, I may come from the anticipation. Reaching out, I undo his tie, unbutton his shirt. He struggles out of his jacket and I wiggle out of my panties. Then he’s yanking me onto his lap, and he’s against the entrance to my pussy and oh…
He’s so big. I’ve forgotten just how big, and my breath comes in pants as I sink down onto his length. I’m so wet that he slides in without much trouble, and I close my eyes. My body feels like it’s singing—yes, I missed this. Nolan’s hands are on my ass, and I start to move, rolling my hips, rising up and down the length of him. The feel of being stretched by his cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and sitting on him as I am it feels like he’s in me deeper than anyone else has ever been.
Nolan grunts, pulling me down onto his cock harder, faster, but it’s not enough. We don’t have enough leverage in this position for either of us to get what we truly want, and we both know it. Grabbing my waist, Nolan lays me down on the seat of the limo. The fabric of his clothes is strange against my bare skin, and the fact that I’m completely naked, and he isn’t, is only making me more aroused. I pull his mouth down to mine, kissing him. He starts to move, and I see a blinding flash of light.
Wow.
I don’t think I can say that I’ve ever actually seen fireworks before.
His movements are desperate and mine are too—my body careening towards orgasm. The way he’s plunging into me, deeper and deeper, each move touches that place deep inside that makes my breath go short and my pleasure explode. “Nolan,” I say his name to tell him I’m close, to tell him to keep fucking me, and because it’s the only coherent thought in my head. He thrusts into me again and I come, it’s hard and fast and completely overwhelming. I cry out, my voice filling up the car. It’s loud, and I’m absolutely sure that the driver can hear me and I don’t fucking care because it feels so goddamn good—fuck. Everything is color and light and sensation. Nolan is still inside me, pushing towards his own climax and extending mine. My body is limp with the pleasure of it all.
Nolan grunts, driving into me a final time as he comes. He yells too, and I know that we certainly put on a show.
Our faces are close together, and we’re both breathing hard. “That puts a whole new spin on doing it in the backseat,” I say, and Nolan laughs. His voice seems deeper than normal, sexier. His cock is still inside me, and I’m enjoying the sensation of lying together utterly entangled. I squeeze him inside, and he makes a sound that might be a growl. “I see you haven’t had enough yet.”
“It’s hard to have enough of that,” I say, still breathless.
He helps me right myself and put on my clothes. I can’t exactly walk from the car to his apartment naked. We pull up to his apartment and exit the car in the now predictable flash of cameras. Nolan’s arm is around my waist as we walk together and his lips are at my ear. “When we get upstairs, I’ll make sure you have more than enough. And I’ll make sure to take my time.”
I shudder at the raw promise in his words, and he laughs as I walk just a little faster.
15
Dani
The moment I wake up, I call Kelly. She drinks in the details of my adventure so far with the relish of a thirsty man in a desert. She sounds a little sad, but when I ask her about it she brushes it to the side. She makes me swear to text her any juicier details—other than the ones she can find online like the picture of Nolan and me kissing at the restaurant. I swear to her that I’ll do my best, dodging her questions about what he’s like in bed. I don’t care who I’m sleeping with, I’m not talking about the intimate details of my sex life.