Staged (Exodus End 3)

He groaned, his fingers tightening into a fist in her hair. The tug in her scalp each time she lowered her head seemed to tug at her pussy as well. She shifted uncomfortably, the emptiness between her thighs intensely unbearable. She couldn’t wait. Fuck the seat belt.

With a groan of impatience, she yanked open the latch, jerked her pants clean off, and sat on his lap, reaching between their bodies to direct his thick cock inside her. She rode him hard and fast, clutching the seatback in front of her. God, how he filled her. She couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” Steve said. His seat belt clicked open, and he shifted forward so she could sink deeper onto his lap. “Take what you want. Lose control.”

She had lost control, and while normally even the idea of losing control scared her, this lack of control was entirely rewarding. He was so hard, so thick . . . Their friction produced so much heat . . . Her excitement built, strengthening into a tight coil within her. Just let go, she coached herself. Let go. But the more she tried, the further release spiraled away. She was starting to fatigue.

Steve shifted against her back. “Need a hand, sweetheart?” he murmured close to her ear. He kissed her neck.

“A hand?”

His hand slid against her inner thigh, and then a fingertip rubbed up against her clit. Her pussy clenched, and she almost shot off his lap. She sank back down, not wanting him to ever fall free of her body. Not ever.

“Or maybe just a finger.” His teeth sank into her shoulder, and he expertly rubbed her to explosive orgasm within seconds. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, spasms rippling from her center outward until every cell in her body was awakened by her release.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, the up and down motion of her hips becoming jerky and less rhythmic as she gave him control over her release and trusted him to take her higher. Higher. Higher. Oh dear God, the man did not know how to disappoint.

“Not a chance,” he murmured against her shoulder. “We’re about to discover if you’re multi-orgasmic.”

She would have laughed if she could have done anything besides moan in pleasure and attempt to keep fucking him while her climax continued to rip through her. She knew she couldn’t come more than once. She’d tried it on herself and had never been able to reach a second orgasm. But then she’d never realized she could keep coming long after the first ripples of release tore through her. When at last he’d wrung every shred of pleasure from her weak body, she settled back onto his lap to catch her breath. He was still massaging her clit, and the sensitive flesh began to protest from over-stimulation. She caught Steve’s wrist to hold his hand still.

“Enough,” she panted.

“Not nearly enough.”

“I can’t take any more.”

“You’ll take everything I give you and like it.” He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple through her shirt.

She gasped in surprise as her pussy tightened around his cock with excitement and renewed need.

“Your pussy already knows it,” he said, the command in his tone making her shudder. “Now I just have to make the rest of you a believer.”

He wrapped an arm tight around her lower belly, grabbed the seat in front of them with his free hand, and in an incredible feat of strength, stood up with her still impaled by his cock. He pressed her front up against the back of the seat and shifted her legs so that her feet found the seat behind them. Once she had her balance, he shifted his hold to her hips, and began to thrust his hips.

He was rough as he pounded into her. She’d never had a man fuck her so hard. She never knew she could like it so much.

“Do you like to be fucked, sweet Roux?”

She caught his relentless rhythm, his brutal tempo, and rocked back to meet him. He fucked like he drummed—hard, fast, and rhythmic, putting his entire body into every beat.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his fingers pressing deep into her hips.

Had he asked her something? His deep voice echoed through her thoughts: Do you like to be fucked?

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

“I like to be fucked.” Her eyes shot open as her pussy tightened on the brink of release. “I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah, you are. And I’m going to fill your hot cunt to the brim with my cum.”

Her eyes widened at his crass words and widened further as her womb tightened and she reached orgasm a second time. This one felt different. Deeper. Less like ripples and more like intense spasms. She cried out, her body going stiff, trapped between the seat and his body. She would have sagged and slid to the floor if Steve hadn’t had a firm grip on her hips.

“I knew you had it in you.”

He patted her ass as if they were in the end zone and she’d just scored a touchdown.

“Now it’s my turn.”

When he pulled out, she cried out in protest. She wasn’t ready to part from him. Was he going to jack off onto her back? But he’d promised to fill her with his cum. She wanted that. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.

He dragged her limp body from between the seats and settled her onto her back on the sofa that ran along one side of the aisle. He peeled her shirt and bra from her body and shed his clothes before settling on top of her. The warmth of his bare skin against hers made her heart pound. Oh, this was nice. He felt so good nestled between her thighs. She wrapped both arms around his neck and stared up into his gorgeous brown eyes. He kissed her gently, reached between them and found her opening. He eased into her slowly, never breaking eye contact.

He was surprisingly tender as he took her with slow, churning strokes, peppering gentle kisses on her lips, her eyelids, her neck, and caressing her body as if she were a priceless work of art. Even as the heat between them rose and their skin became slick with sweat, he made her feel treasured and more than a little overwhelmed by the emotions swirling through her. His emotions were close to the surface as well. She could see the turbulence mixed with passion in his eyes. His raw vulnerability made her want to hold him and never let go. This was so much more than she’d bargained for. A gift, she realized, as he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm and wrist. How was it possible to love a man she barely knew? Not that she could tell him her feelings. He’d think she was stupid or insincere or wanted something as trivial as his fortune. But she only wanted one thing from him. She moved her free hand to the center of his chest and relished the feel of his heart pounding hard beneath her fingertips. His heart. That was what she wanted. His true heart. She knew he wouldn’t give it lightly. Not after it had been so thoroughly shattered by his ex-wife. But Roux vowed to never hurt him. Just love him and dare to believe he could someday love her in return.

He stroked her hair from her face and kissed her lips, and then he lifted his head to stare into her eyes again. “It’s been so long since I made love to a woman, I forgot how good it could be,” he said.

Her Steve-is-perfection fantasy bubble burst, and she jabbed him in the chest with one finger. “Liar.”

“Not a lie,” he said, capturing both her hands in his and pressing them to the sofa on either side of her head. “I fornicate, I fuck, I screw, but I don’t make love. Not like this.”

Now she felt bad. She blinked back tears and nodded, at a loss for words but wanting him to know that she understood this encounter was special to them both. She shouldn’t have belittled his sentiment. He kissed a drop of moisture from the corner of her eye and grinned down at her.

“Time for the grand finale.”

But she never wanted this to end. What if this was their last time together? What if it never felt this good again? What if her rational mind convinced her emotional one that all these feelings were just a product of physical attraction? What if, what if, what if . . . Her doubts scattered when Steve rose up on his knees, lifting her hips by supporting her lower back with one hand and placing the other over her mound. His thumb brushed her clit, and her entire body jerked in response.

/>   “Ever come with a man?” he asked, the familiar cockiness in his tone a relief after all the overwhelming emotions he’d been stirring within her.