He grins a very mischievous grin and shakes his head. “We’re almost there, just hold on.”
Grabbing the gearshift, he yanks back and we burst forward. We race through two yellow lights and then a red.
Horns blare, but he shows no signs of slowing or stopping.
My heart seems to race with the speed of the car. My blood pumps with anticipation. I can’t stop imagining, picturing in my head, what he’s like in bed.
Him on top of me… thrusting inside me…
My core aches, pulsing so hard I have to slam my knees together. But then squeezing my thighs together only seems to increase the ache.
I just can’t win here.
Five
Zoe
By the time the car finally slows and we pull into the driveway of a garage, my body is so alive, so raw and aching with need, I want to jump him.
I glance over instead, exploring the sight of Bry now that he’s lit up by the garage’s dim lighting.
His face is tense, set with determination. His hands are clutching the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white.
Strong fingers lead to strong hands. Those strong hands lead to exposed forearms. Funny, I didn’t notice until now that the sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up.
My gaze drops down, following a wide chest leading to trim hips. Then I lock on the obvious bulge in his dark pants.
It’s good to know I’m the not only one suffering. The only one eager for this.
He whips the car into the first parking spot available and kills the engine.
I suck in a breath and hold it. We’re here, finally here… but what comes next?
Reaching down, he releases his seatbelt then reaches for me. Fingers quickly and deftly undoing my seatbelt, he pulls me into his lap.
He settles me right on top of his hard bulge and my thighs lock around him. He doesn’t say a word, he just grabs me by the back of the head and kisses me.
His lips meeting mine is so rough, so aggressive, it’s almost like an attack.
I clutch at him, fingers clawing at his shirt, as his mouth slants over mine. Over and over again. When his tongue finally sweeps inside and touches mine, I jerk. The touch is so shocking, so electrifying, I feel like I was just struck by lightning and every nerve in my body lights up with awareness.
Groaning deep in his throat, his tongue strokes hungrily, aggressively, against my tongue. His hunger, his kiss is so strong, so overwhelming, I feel the need to come up for air.
He doesn’t let up until little dots start to dance in front of my eyes and my nose starts to burn.
Ripping his mouth away from mine like it takes every ounce of his strength to do so, his eyes are hooded and full of lust as he says, “I’m sorry, I haven’t done this before. Knowing I have you all to myself for the night is turning me into a ravenous animal.”
His hands run tenderly up and down my sides as if he’s trying to soothe an imagined hurt.
My lips feel swollen and I reach up to touch them. Yes, the kiss was rough, but it wasn’t that rough. In fact, I’ve never had the breath kissed right out of me before and I kind of want more.
Dropping my hand, I smile at him. “It’s okay, I liked it. And I understand, this is all new to me too. I’ve never done anything like this before either.”
He looks a little taken aback.
What? Does he think I do this kind of thing all the time?
I scowl at him, a little insulted by his reaction.
His hands pause at my hips and then he gently squeezes them. “This is new to you too?”
I nod my head slowly.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then I swear I feel his erection twitching against me.
I want to be angry at him, but my body still wants him. Feeling his cock twitch against me awakens the need to have him inside of me now.
He must not be on the same page though. One hand releases my hip, grabbing me by the back of the head, and he begins to kiss me breathless and senseless again.
I’m only vaguely aware of the hand on my hip moving down as his lips crash against my lips. His tongue thrusts into my mouth. Stroking, urging mine to match his need. His hunger for me.
Then the hand that was on my hip is suddenly in my panties. There’s no warning. No pause in his kissing as his finger enters me.
Pushing, it has to fight its way into me despite my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls into my mouth and then pulls back. “How long has it been since you’ve been with a… man?”
His finger keeps pushing and pushing, driving me to distraction, and then finally bottoms out.