I continued to feed her, forcing bites into my own mouth when I remembered, but when Phillip took away the plates, I knew I couldn’t do it any longer. I looked down at Sugar and gripped her hand. “I’ll bring you back. I promise. A hundred times, if you want. I’ll give you the fucking place, if that’s what you want. Just tell me we can go now.”
Sugar already had her purse and was scooting toward me. “Yes, please. Go.”
We passed Phillip on the way out. He didn’t look the least bit confused. I patted his shoulder as I passed by. “Remember to message me. Tell Thomas I’m sorry for ditching the meal.”
The balmy weather had changed into a warm drizzle when we reached the parking lot. The crowds that had been present earlier had vanished and when we reached the back of the parking lot where I’d parked my vintage car to keep it safe, we were completely alone.
I knew I should get Sugar in the car and drive her to my house, but my dick was doing the thinking. When she spun around and threw her arms around my neck, I didn’t think twice about pinning her to the side of my car.
Kissing her was a desperate, hungry affair. She gripped at my hair and bit my lip. I dug my fingers into her hips as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Running one of my hands down her thigh, I worked it under her dress and felt the thigh-highs.
Breaking the kiss, I stared into her eyes as I worked my hand between her thighs and cupped her sex. Her wetness met my fingertips and coated them when I teased her entrance.
Sugar moaned and wrapped her thigh around my hip. “Holden…”
I unzipped my pants and released myself with my other hand. With one look around to be sure we were alone, I shifted forward, letting her wetness drip over my tip. Stretching her panties to the side, I lined our bodies up and, while still holding her gaze, sank my full length into her hot core.
Sugar’s mouth fell open and I felt the ripple of her pussy muscles contracting around me, gripping me tight. Her eyes lost focus until I leaned forward and licked her lips. She moaned and opened for me, kissing me deeply while I gave in to my animalistic needs to rut her. When I gripped her thigh and started fucking her hard and fast, driving us both toward our release, the sky opened up and rain poured down.
I gripped her other thigh and lifted her so she was completely pinned to the car. Looking down at her, I watched raindrops collect on her eyelashes and run into her mouth as she moaned. She was even wetter around my dick, sucking me in, squeezing me. I drove into her, growling at the feeling of her walls fluttering.
“Look at me when you come, Sugar. I want to see you lose it. I need it burned on my brain.” I pressed my forehead against hers and gritted my teeth as I surged close to my own release.
Sugar panted as I took her hard and then her body went completely stiff under me. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and I swore as my release matched hers. She screamed, the sound eaten up by the storm around us, and dug her heels into my ass as I shot my first jet of come deep inside her. The feeling was even better than the first time and I knew I was fucked, but I didn’t care. Coming inside of her was fucking magic.
I drank in the sight of Sugar as my orgasm slowly faded. Flushed and breathing hard, she had a small smile on her lips that hit me in the chest. That satisfied look? I’d put it there.
I licked her neck and up to her chin, drinking rainwater from her skin. When I got to her mouth, I kissed her deeply and felt her walls pulse around me in aftershocks.
Her hands moved to my face and she stroked my wet skin and hair. When I broke our kiss, she looked up at me with heavy eyes. “You owe me dinner.”
I grinned and gently pulled out of her. Watching her, knowing I was being fucking weird, I pulled her panties into place and cupped her, holding her panties against her core, where my seed would leak out. “I want it here, inside you, on you, for as long as I can have it. Knowing that you’re full of my come is the kind of shit that would make me give you everything I own. When I’m alone tonight, I’m going to think of your pretty pussy, snugly holding my come, and I’m going to fuck my hand while the smell of your come is still on me. I can’t seem to get enough, Sugar.”
Instead of being repulsed, she tightened her grip on my hair and rocked her hips into my hand. “I want to see.”
A door slammed somewhere down the block and I forced myself to let her stand on her own. Stepping back a minimal amount of space, I tipped her chin up to look at me. “Come home with me.”
“I—” The sound of her phone ringing stopped her from what I felt was going to be an agreement. The phone seemed to give her pause. She ignored it, but stared down at her feet for a beat. I already knew she was going to deny me when she looked back up. “I can’t. I want to. I can’t, though.”
I smiled to show her that I was fine with her answer. I wanted her in my bed, but I could be patient. I would be patient. “That’s okay, Sugar. Should we get you home?”
Her eyes moved longingly back to The Brownstone. “Unfortunately, yes.”
I kissed her once more. “I’ll bring you back, Sugar. Promise.”
28
***SJ***
Isatattheisland in the kitchen of my dad’s house, thinking about how the immense guilt that I’d expected to hit at some point the night before had never come.
In fact, I’d slept like the dead. I’d woken up refreshed and ready to conquer the day. Which explained why I was sitting at the island and taking my time to drink orange juice and eat one of the muffins sitting out.
I’d had great sex before, with my three older men, but I’d never had great sex that left me feeling great. After the first night with the guys, I’d been riddled with guilt and unsure of myself. Holden wasn’t my best friend’s dad, though. He was a sexy older man who whispered dirty things to me and fucked me in the rain. No guilty feelings there.
I did realize that I’d failed at keeping my word, but I would start over. As of the moment Holden dropped me off the night before, I was no longer participating in any funny business. Things were fine.
“Whoa. What are you doing here?”