Stuffed

This doesn’t feel like a first date. After spending so many hours with Rogue, it feels like I know him far more than someone I’d only met the day before.

When I walk out of the casino, I see Rogue leaning up against a black sedan. He pushes off of it and opens the door for me. I stop in front of him and smile.

“You made me wait.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Get in.”

“Still bossy, I see. I’m glad nothing has changed in the ten minutes we’ve been apart.”

“Twelve minutes. Get in the car or I’ll kiss you right here for everyone to see.”

“Oh?” I look around to see the front of the place is packed.

I hop into the back of the car and he shuts the door behind me. I’m not sure what all the rules are about touching and not touching, but I don’t work here anymore so it doesn’t matter.

Rogue opens the door on the other side and gets in, but I decide I’m not going to tell him what happened. It would ruin the night, and that asshole already took my job for no reason. He isn’t taking this too. Whatever it is Rogue is offering me, I want it. Maybe it’s only one night or maybe it’s tomorrow too. Can a girl wish for forever or is that selfish?

“Close the divider, James,” Rogue says, and I watch as the divider goes up, leaving us alone.

I suddenly feel shy. “Hi.”

“Hi?” His lips twitch as his eyelids lower. “Crawl over here and give me your mouth.”

This is really happening. How can a few words from him light up my whole body? I lean over toward him and he grabs me, pulling me into his lap. I let out a small scream of surprise, but he just shakes his head.

“You weren’t moving quick enough.”

“Clearly,” I laugh.

I wiggle, trying to get comfortable, and freeze when I feel his cock pressing into my ass. Holy shit. I mean, I know Rogue is a big man and he makes me feel dainty next to him, but good lord. I guess I should have known his cock would match his size, but thinking it and actually feeling it are two totally different things.

“It’s all for you.” His hand slides up my thigh, and he nudges my other leg so they part. He spreads me open for him as he slowly moves his hand closer to where I need it most. My clit starts to pulse, and I feel how wet I am. My panties are sticking to the lips of my sex and the slight friction isn’t enough.

“And you’re going to take care of it for me, aren’t you?” His warm fingers play with the edge of my panties as his thumb strokes back and forth over the wet spot.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it for you.” I would.

“Give me your mouth and maybe I’ll take care of you too.”

“Maybe?” I tilt my chin up, smirking, and his other hand tangles in my hair.

“I won’t ask again.”

Before I can say or do anything, he pulls me closer. He can’t help himself, and when his lips meet mine, I get a thrill knowing that I got him this worked up. That’s the last thought I have before he kisses me.

He owns me, and I gasp as he deepens the kiss. His tongue presses into my mouth, taking what he wants, and I whimper when he slips his fingers inside my panties.

“Fucking soaked,” he growls against my lips before kissing me again.

I am, and I can feel how slippery I am as he spreads the lips of my sex. I dig my fingers into his shirt, needing to hold on to something to keep myself grounded. The whole world feels like it’s titling as Rogue’s fingers toy with my clit.

I’ve been on edge all night, and his knowing fingers send me over the precipice with just a few easy pets. I cry out and bury my face in his neck. I can’t believe I came so fast since he barely touched me.

“I…that was…” I can’t find the words. Do I say sorry for getting off too fast? I’m not sure how this works.

“Incredible.” He says it for me. I lift my head to look at him, and he puts my panties back in place.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean as I stare at him. I think I’ve gotten in over my head with him, but then a knock comes from the partition window, and I come back to reality.

“We’re here.”

That was fast. I scoot off his lap as he exits the car and then turns around to hold out his hand for me. When I step out I see why the ride felt short. We’ve only made it down the road. He locks his fingers with mine as he starts to move toward the hotel. He pulls something out of his pocket, and I see it’s a key.