God, I hope not.
***
We exit thediner to discover it started raining and I yank my denim jacket over my head, running to the car, following after Perry, who unlocks the door and opens it for me so I can slip inside. The moment he’s in the driver’s seat, he revs the engine and zooms off, his face full of intense concentration as he drives the wet city streets. I try not to let myself get too caught up in him, but it’s no use.
I’m completely caught up in him. The sexy way he drives, the expression on his handsome face, the way he stays focused, though I’m sure he feels me watching him.
It’s like I can’t stop watching him.
“Where are we going?” I ask at one point and he just shakes his head, his lips curved into a closed-mouth smile.
“You’ll see.”
He eventually pulls into a parking garage at Battery Park, driving until we’re all the way on the top level. He pulls the car into a spot facing the water, putting it into gear and cutting the engine. We sit in silence for a moment, the ticking of the cooling engine the only sound and finally I can’t take it anymore.
I steal a glance at him to find he’s already watching me, all that intensity he had driving now focused entirely on me. I lean back a little bit, sucking in a breath and he slowly shakes his head.
“Don’t look scared, wife.”
“Can we see the water from here?” I turn my attention to the windshield, sitting up a little bit in my seat, but I can’t see beyond the concrete half wall in front of us.
“You really want to check out the views right now? Or the back seat?”
My skin tingles at the promise in his voice. “I thought we were going to do it in the front seat.”
“It’ll be tight.”
My gaze returns to his. “I like it tight,” I whisper.
He’s on me in seconds, his hands in my hair, his mouth finding mine. The kiss is sloppy and dirty, his tongue thrusting, low groans sounding in his chest. As if he can’t get enough of me.
I feel the same. The exact same.
He undoes my seat belt and I go to him, climbing on top of his lap, my butt nudging the steering wheel and honking the horn. I startle and start to laugh, as does he, his hands curling around my face and pulling me down for another kiss.
Oh God, this feels too real right now. To real and tooright.I love how he’s touching me. His hands slide from my face to my neck. Down my front to curl around my breasts. He squeezes and kneads them, my nipples beading beneath his palms and I thrust my chest into his hands, needing more.
“Think we’ll get caught?” I whisper to him when his hands drop to my thighs, gathering up the fabric of my skirt.
“Isn’t that half the fun?” He smirks, yanking the fabric up before his hands dive beneath. “Rise up.”
I do as he says, a jolt running through me when his seeking fingers find my wet pussy. He strokes and teases. Circles and presses until I’m a moaning mess, my back pressed against the solid weight of the steering wheel. It hurts.
I don’t care.
“You sure you don’t want the back seat?” he asks yet again and I hurriedly shake my head, reaching for the front of his jeans. I undo the buttons, curling my fingers around his cotton-covered cock and he surges in my hand.
Always ready for me.
Somehow we fumble with our clothing and his jeans and boxer briefs end up bunched around his calves and my denim jacket ends up on the floorboard. I’ve got my dress gathered up in one hand as I carefully lower myself onto his thick cock, taking him in inch by inch.
By the time he’s filling me completely, we’re both moaning, our mouths finding each other’s in a savage kiss.
We move as one, the interior of the car growing muggy from our heated skin. Our ragged breaths. The rain increases in tempo, matching our pace and my clit throbs every time I thrust down. He didn’t put on a condom and I don’t even care.
I want to feel him come inside me. Mark me.
Claim me as his.