His hand locks mine as he steps ahead of me, and I struggle to keep up with him. There is urgency in his stride, as if he is suddenly in a hurry to take me home.
We make it to his car when I realize we’re parked next to a wall of trees, and the lights are dimmed to almost nothing where we are.
He drags me to the passenger’s side, and we stop next to the door as if he wants to help me in.
Maybe that was his initial intention. I have no idea. Or maybe he had a different plan.
Whatever it was, it has no relevance as he moves his free hand to my face, cups my cheek, locks my lips, and straightly pulls my top to my waist.
“Kai…” I murmur, shaking before he slides his tongue into my mouth again.
My voice wasn’t filled with surprise or asked him to stop.
My voice was like the words I’ve kept pushing back.
I can’t tell him how I feel, but I can act on those feelings.
And right now, I want to tear his shirt off, yank his pants open and take him into my mouth.
I want to choke on him and suck on him until my insides explode.
He caresses my breasts while I suck on his lip, running my hand through his hair, and touching his cock through his pants.
Voices echo nearby, and there’s a chance someone might actually come this way.
Three cars are parked not far from ours.
We’re lucky, though. The voices fade.
Undeterred, he clasps my waist and nudges me around, so my breasts get crushed against his car.
“You wanted to know how it made me feel. Now you do…” he rumbles, riding my skirt up, pulling my panties down, pushing me against the metallic frame, and yanking his erection out.
He slides his fingers over my wet entrance before filling me to the hilt and locking me in his arms.
I want to scream.
He cups my mouth.
“Don’t scream, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “It was fun. And it was dark… And then it was fun again until it wasn’t. And you know the rest. You know why I left. But him… If we’re talking about him… I thought I’d blast my load before I had the chance to touch you that night on the yacht. So that was another reason why I left. I couldn’t touch you with all of them there. The least of which, Cardenas.”
He keeps fucking me while talking.
“He wanted what he wanted. And he paid handsomely for it. But to his credit, he wanted to pull out at the last moment. And you know why?”
I can’t say why.
I think I’m about to faint.
I’m so high and shaken by how he makes me feel I can’t say a word.
“He thought I might regret it later on, and he didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he says. “Smart man. I gave him my word it wouldn’t happen. Do I regret it? No. Not yet… Do you regret it? I think you start to feel conflicted about it, and that makes you feel the way you feel. The idea turns you on as much as it turned me on seeing you all consumed at the table this evening while waiting for him to walk away. And it wasn’t because you weren’t attracted to him. You are physically attracted to him. You can’t deny it. You wouldn’t have said yes to him on the yacht if you weren’t attracted to him. You wanted him to leave because you were eager to please me. And nothing pleases me more than seeing you experiencing pleasure. And nothing gets me hard faster than seeing you being afraid of losing me. Never forget that…”
I’m a puddle of wet arousal between my legs while he keeps moving hard into me. My bones creak against his car.
I flick my gaze up and see people on the terrace. Among them is the man he just talked about. The one making things easier for us, pushing us into each other arms.
It’s strange how life fixes things. You can’t count on it, but when it does, it’s a real mind-bender.