“You have a spare phone?”
He glanced at me. “They call it a burner. It means it isn’t registered to me. It isn’t topped up with my bank details. It’s pre-loaded with credit. It means they can’t find me with it.”
“Who are they?? You just keep saying ‘they’.” I was getting frustrated with him, and freaked out. And more than that, I was really damn afraid I was about to lose him, and I didn’t want him to go.
He frowned. “It’s better that you don’t know, Julie. It’ll only put you in danger. I’ve been trying so hard to keep that shit away from you.”
“Adam! Whatever this all is, we can find our way out together. Don’t push me away, please.” I reached for him, and he grabbed my hand.
“Fuck. I don’t want to be away from you, not even for a minute. But I won’t put you in danger.”
“Will I see you again?” I blinked away the burning of tears, as he lifted my fingers to his lips, kissing them in that gentle way that sent butterflies crazy in my stomach.
“I hope so, little angel. I had such plans for the two of us. I wanted to drive that voice away for good, and make you feel safe, and loved, and fucking worshipped. Because you deserve all that.”
“So don’t go. We can do all of that.”
He groaned, sucking one of my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Releasing it with a pop, he stared at me. “I’ve never wanted something so much. Never wanted someone more than I want to live.”
I pushed the button on his seatbelt, releasing it, watching as he carefully pushed it out of the way.
“Julie-”
“Push your seat back.” I said, watching his eyes widen.
“Little angel, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
I glared at him, as I unfastened my jeans, and slid them down my legs, slipping my flat shoes off as I did. He watched me with hungry eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lip.
“Please, Adam, if you’re going to run away and leave me, at least let me have this.”
“Anything, little angel…” He breathed, watching me as I discarded my underwear too.
“I want your cock. Please. If it’s only ever this once, I need it.” The inner voice should be screaming at me right now. Declaring me a whore, because wasn’t that exactly what I was right now? He was staring at me, silent for a moment, like he was fighting with his desire for me. Then he reached down for the seat adjustor. And groaned.
“Fuck. I can’t.”
I glared at him. “This isn’t something you’re pushing me into, Adam. It’s what I want. I want you. And if you insist on running from me, instead of sticking around to try and resolve what’s going on, then I deserve to be with you. At least once, please.”
He grinned suddenly. “No, Julie. I’m absolutely on board with what you’re offering. I just… I can’t adjust the seat, because my fucking arm isn’t working right.”
I started giggling. “Oh. Of course.”
I leaned over his lap, reaching for the lever, so I could adjust the seat, and we both laughed when the seat suddenly lurched back, his feet helping it move. I looked up at him from his lap, and he groaned again. “Jesus… I just want you all the fucking time.”
I moved back, making sure to brush against his cock with my breasts, and my hands, encouraging another groan from him.
“So can you undo your pants, or do I have to do that too?” I asked, shooting him a cheeky grin as I moved up onto my knees. I’d kept my blouse on, so at least I wasn’t flashing anyone who happened to pass by. It occurred to me that this was risky, and probably illegal, but I couldn’t let myself miss this opportunity with him. It wouldn’t be enough, but it would be enough for right now.
His hands worked at his jeans, and he struggled to push them loose, so that his cock could spring free. I gulped as I looked at it. Large, and thick, and standing up, waiting for me. I dimly remembered that this position was going to make it feel even bigger, and then he was reaching for me.
“Come here, little angel. I need to feel you on my cock.” He guided me over, straddling his lap, and then his hands settled on my hips, as he started to lower me over him.
Our eyes stayed locked on each other, as my body started to envelop more of him, inch by inch, my wetness easing his way. Oh god… the delicious way he stretched me…
“Oh… oh god…” I hissed, as he seemed to reach deeper inside me than I thought possible. He rocked his head back against the seat, letting out a low groan.
“Fucking hell, you feel so good, little angel. You were made for my cock.” I felt so full that I couldn’t take any more.