“Sure,” she said.
I locked my purse in my desk, and hustled down to the lobby. I had ten minutes, fifteen if no one noticed. Jack was nowhere to be found. Then I saw his town car across the street. At least, I was pretty sure it was his. The windows were so tinted, they looked black, and I couldn’t see who was inside.
Taking my chances, I walked over and the back door opened.
Jack was inside. I slid in, and he locked the doors. The partition was up, giving us privacy from the driver. Jack’s mouth was on my mine in record time.
“Well, hello to you too,” I said between kisses. He undid the first few buttons of my blouse, enough to tug my bra down and expose my breasts. He latched on immediately.
I gasped and threaded my fingers in his hair. Outside the car, a few people passed, never the wiser as to what we were doing, thanks to the tinted windows. It was thrilling, though. Rounding second with only a pane of glass between us and the real world. But that’s how Jack affected me, he simply took me to our world.
“It’s a busy week,” he rasped, and sucked hard on my nipple. “Meetings,” nip, “calls,” lick, “but I needed a taste of you.”
We only had minutes. Between my break and Jack’s obviously busy schedule, I loved that he made time for me. That he seemed addicted to me the way I was to him.
“How about more than a taste?” I said breathlessly and fumbled with his belt. I shoved his pants down, his cock springing free. He pulled a condom from his pocket and handed it to me without taking his eyes or his mouth from my body. My skin was buzzing, my core drenched just from his mouth on my breasts.
As I sheathed him in the condom, he hiked up my skirt to my waist, and peeled my panties off. When I went to straddle him, he stopped me.
“We need to do this carefully, baby, unless you want everyone to see the car rocking?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “Probably not a good idea.” I was the one who’d have to climb out of the car afterward.
“Then, once I have you in position, you are going to stay still, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Jack adjusted so he was sitting in the middle of the seat. Thank God for spacious cars. With his cock out, yet clothed otherwise, he spread his arms along the back of the headrests, and stared at me. He looked like some kind of corporate sex god, and I was ready to go to my knees to please him.
“Come here,” he said. “I want you to sit on me, take my cock deep in one slide, and stay just like that.”
I nodded and moved to do as instructed.
“But,” he said, with a wicked glint in his eye, “I want your back against my chest.”
I frowned for a moment, then the position he wanted was clear, and I did as he asked.
With my back facing him, I moved to sit on his lap. With his legs between mine, his outer thighs brushing my inner thighs, I straddled him. The heels I wore today gave and extra four inches, which I needed so my feet could touch the floor. I thought I’d heard Harper refer to this position once as reverse cowgirl.
He peppered kisses along my nape and shoulders, and I reached down to position his hard cock at my entrance.
“Good,” he said, when the tip nudged my opening. “Now, sink all the way down, and watch as you do it.”
I did. The leather seat squeaking as I wiggled, adjusting to accommodate him. I groaned at the full feeling of him impaling me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he rasped. “Now, relax, baby.”
I leaned back against him, my head resting on his shoulder and my face nuzzling in his neck. I kissed along his throat, his ear, his jaw. I sat there with him deep inside me, taking a moment to appreciate the connectedness.
“Stay still,” he reminded me.
“Okay.”
With that, he cupped my sides in both hands, and thrust deeply.
My eyes widened, but I remained still. Jack pistoned in and out of me so fast and hard that I almost came instantly. We’d gone from being slow and still, me within his vise grip, motionless, as he fucked me with fervor.
With just his hips working up and down, the car made little movement. He clamped one arm around my waist, while the other slid down and rubbed my clit.