Finding His Heart

“Mr. Thorne. Your cock is hanging out for all the world to see.”

“And?” he growls.

“I don’t much like that,” I say honestly.

Then his lips are on mine and I’m lost. Lost in a world of emotions and colors I didn’t know existed. His kiss is both hard and sensual. It’s claiming. It’s like nothing I imagined it would be like. It’s so much better. So much more. My thumb is still circling him. His cock is throbbing under my touch. Am I really doing this? He groans and pulls away from me. He steps back and tucks himself away.

“Let’s go,” he says taking my hand. Thankfully, Gran isn’t at her desk and we make it to the elevator unseen. I am not ashamed or anything, but I don’t really want to explain this right now. Whatever this is. In the parking garage, he leads me to his car, a newer Lexus SUV. He opens the passenger door and I climb in. I put my seatbelt on while he walks around to get in the driver’s side.

“Where are we going?” I ask after we’ve left the garage.

“What do you feel like eating?” he asks gripping the steering wheel, hard. Suddenly, I imagine and doing the very same thing to my hips.

“I’m not… hungry,” I say breathlessly.

“Nina, I’m taking you to my place,” he growls.

“I’m not saying no,” I say reaching over and touching his thigh. His cock is long and thick, resting there like a fucking log. My mouth waters thinking about him taking my cherry.

“Are you wet, Nina?”

“Yes,” I answer as we stop at railroad crossing. The arm is down but the train hasn’t reached this crossing yet.

“Pull your panties down and show me my pussy,” he demands. Without thought, I lift my ass off the seat and pull them down to my knees. His big hand comes off the steering wheel to grip my thigh hard. I flip my skirt up and show him my bare, glistening pussy. His knuckles graze my clit causing me to gasp. I spread my knees a little further for him.

“Mmm… Karl,” is all I can manage. I see the train now. It goes a little past the crossing then stops altogether. The train is the last thing on my mind as his fingers drag up and down my slit.

“Make yourself come for me, Nina. I want to watch you fuck your fingers in my car before I fuck you in our bed.” His hand moves away, and I replace them with my own fingers. I flutter them over my clit quickly. I know what gets me off. Thoughts of him. But this is real life. I moan his name as I ride my fingers.

Did he say our bed?

Chapter Three

Karl

Watching her little fingers working her clit is almost too much. I am about thirty seconds from fucking her in the car in broad fucking daylight. I notice she doesn’t dip her fingers inside her pussy. I wonder if that means she’s a virgin.

“Are you a virgin, Nina?” I can’t help but ask.

“Y… Yes,” she moans.

“Son of a bitch,” I murmur.

“I’m coming,” she cries. As soon as she stops, I grab her wrist and bring her wet fingers to my face. First, I am entranced by the intoxicating scent of her. Then I wrap my lips around them sucking them clean. A mistake to be sure. I groan at how sweet and delicious she tastes. I’ll never get enough. The train passes and it takes the asshole behind me honking his horn to get me moving again. She pulls her fingers from my mouth and pulls her panties up.

“Amazing. You. Are. Amazing,” I tell her. She giggles.

“Yeah? I wonder what I’ll be able to do in our bed?” The way she over exaggerates “our” tells me she doesn’t yet know what’s happening here, but she will. Before the motherfucking day is over, she’ll be my fiancée and God willing, be bred with my baby.

I pull up the driveway. I’ve lived here for about a year now. The week after I met her, I moved from my apartment in Buffalo to this house. Much like my buddy, Kobe, I didn’t decorate my new place, with the exception of painting the walls ecru. I was waiting for Nina to decorate the rest of the house to her liking. Kobe is a hockey player who is on the road often. Hearth and home don’t mean much to him right now.

“This is where you live?” she asks.

“Yes. Why? If you hate it, we’ll move anywhere you want.” I’d figure out how to get a timeshare on the damn moon if that’s what she wants.

“What? No. I love it. It’s huge. I was just surprised you live here alone. Wait. You do live here alone, right? Like you don’t have a wife or a girlfriend who is out of town or something? I probably should have asked that before I stroked your cock or played with my pussy in front of you,” she babbles. Reaching out, I grip her chin and force her to look at me.