11. Travis
Ihadn’t planned to get wild with Emily when I set out to find her. Me shoving her into the car had surprised me almost as much as it had surprised her. I had expected her to protest more when I touched her. Her willingness disarmed me completely. It seemed that if she was concerned about professionalism, her attraction for me overrode that. I felt a faint swell of pride.
I looked around the parking lot, then entered the car after Emily, shutting the door. There was more than enough space in the backseat of the Lincoln SUV for Emily and I. It wasn’t a king-sized bed, but it would do.
Emily scooted upwards on the seat, making room for me. Her expression showed surprise at her own actions, but also hunger for me boiling out from inside her.
When I saw her earlier, I forgot to keep a blank look on my face. There were a series of problems we could both get involved in if word got out about us, especially now that she was working for me… “independently.” How could anyone expect her to be independent when she was sleeping with me in the backseat of my car?
So much for independent journalism.
The risk was a small price to pay for this feeling.
She’d stood out in that conference room, glowing despite her efforts to shrink into the back of the crowd. I wondered why she shrank when she saw me. Did she think it was possible for her to go through the entire project without seeing me?
Did she want to?
“What are you doing? Did you change your mind?” She was beginning to look self-conscious.
Well, whatever she had wanted then, she clearly wanted this more.
“Not a chance.”
I undid the zipper behind her back with one quick motion, then smoothly slid the dress off her. I was pleased to see that she had no panties on, and the sight triggered fresh explosions in my mind. Blood rushed through my body, hardening my dick.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of you.”
As Emily giggled shyly I undid my belt and zipper, freeing my erection as I pulled my pants and briefs down to my knees. I went for her breasts next. I popped them out of her lace bra one after the other, and took the first one in my mouth. The nipple was a hard pebble against my tongue, and I sucked greedily.
I reached between her legs and stroked her inner thighs slowly before finding her clit. I added a little pressure, rubbing in a clockwork motion. I moved to her second breast and was rewarded with a gasping moan and bucking hips.
I held her hip in place then slid my fingers down her wet pussy lips. My hand came away slimy and squishy, and a deep moan erupted from my lips. I lowered my hips so that my cock could slide against her wetness several times and enjoyed the soft sounds of pleasure she made.
I coated my hard shaft with her juices and sparks ignited all over my body. I wanted her. I had wanted her for days. And now I have her.
“Tell me you want me,” I whispered to her. “Tell me you want me and I am yours.”
Emily squeezed her eyes shut as I raised my hips and slid my fingers into her wetness, curling my index finger until I found the ridged surface of her spot. Ever so gently, I rubbed her spot, the squishy noise from my actions the only sound in the car.
“Say you want me, Emily…” I repeated to her, moving faster. She moaned and pressed against my hand, pushing me deeper inside her. Most women would have said the words easily, and I wondered why she didn’t.
I watched her with pleasure, loving the way she squirmed and wriggled, completely at my mercy. I guided her hand to my shaft, curling her fingers around the thickness of it. I pulsated as she squeezed hard and let out a swear. She stroked me gently, up and down, and I matched her pace inside her.
I felt her walls press against my fingers, squeezing them. I stroked her faster and leaned towards her as her back began to arc. “Not yet, you don’t,” I said, smiling. “You haven’t told me you want me yet. Tell me you want me.”
She opened her eyes and they looked dilated. I rubbed faster and she closed her eyes and moaned. I smiled as I felt the pressure building, her body jerking violently, as her orgasm forced its way out of her.
“I… want… you…”
I took out my hand and a stream poured out of her, drenching the leather seat. She shuddered. Her entire body twitched and spasmed. I held the back of her neck gently until her quivering stopped.
“Emily… are you alright?”
“I… think so,” she replied, her beautiful eyes fluttering open.
“Good,” I said. I guided my shaft inside her as her eyes widened, thrusting to the hilt before she had a chance to say anything. Her back collapsed on the seat, and for a second I thought she had passed out. Then she made a small sound of pleasure. I felt a release of chemicals in my brain as I began pumping in and out of her tight pussy.
I tapped her gently on the cheek and was shocked to see tears filling her eyes. Concerned, I almost pulled out, but she wrapped her arms around my waist, locking her legs behind me. She wanted more and more. I chased my orgasm like a wolf after a hare.
Emily and I moved in sync, our bodies melding perfectly into one. I felt connected to her in that moment as I’d never felt connected to another person.
“Faster,” she begged. “Please go faster.”
I obliged, pumping into her tight, pulsating core faster than I had ever done in my life. My thrusts ripped in and out of her and I knew she would feel the effects for some time. Her walls tightened around my cock, squeezing it in place and I had to stop thrusting.
“Please, I need to pull out,” I said. I assumed she was on birth control but I hadn’t asked, and we weren’t using a condom?—
Emily remained quiet, but tightened her grip around me, her hot sheath pressing against me. I let out a soft cry as she squeezed my seed out of me, the sensation more beautiful than I could imagine. Emily’s tight core pulsed as well, and a few seconds later released me. As I slid out, a thick creamy pool followed in my wake, mixing with the moisture on the seat.
I slumped on top of her gently, careful not to squish her, and sucked in a ragged breath.
I don’t know how long we lay there together, but it must have been a while. I was completely relaxed and spent, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep. I looked at Emily and saw that her eyes still looked unfocused.
Wow, that was intense.
But we couldn’t very well spend the night here, snuggled up in the back seat of my car.
I reached into the trunk and got a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I always kept a casual change of clothes so I wouldn’t have to do everything in a black suit. Then I climbed into the passenger seat and took off my ruined clothes.
I tossed the dirty clothes in the back, then climbed into the driver’s seat. Emily stumbled out of the back seat, then clambered into the passenger seat beside me. I was glad she was comfortable enough with me to stay -- this time.
She wiped herself with the paper towels I kept in the glove compartment, then put her dress back on. Fortunately, it was clean, even if rumpled. I drove us out of the parking lot in silence, Emily stared out the window.
“Where would you like me to take you?” I asked, not knowing where she stayed. And not daring to hope she’d ask to come home with me.
She turned to look at me. “Oh, the subway’s fine.”
“You sure about that?” I asked, confused. “Don’t you want me to take you home?”
“Trust me, it’s fine,” she replied. “Truth is my house is a bit far from here, and I wouldn’t want to impose. Plus, the train runs really close to where I stay.”
“Right,” I said. It was obvious she didn’t trust me fully yet, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I hadn’t done enough to earn her trust.
“So, what do you think of the company so far,” I asked, flailing for a change of topic.
Emily snorted. “I haven’t really formed an opinion yet. I guess I will as time goes by.” She turned to look at me, a serious expression on her face. “If you think you can sway my opinion with the sex, you’ve got another thing coming.”
I burst out laughing. “Fine, you caught me,” I said, wiping my eyes. I looked at her and saw her smiling in her seat.
We drove on in silence and arrived at the subway station shortly after. I gazed out the window, thankful that it was evening already. Emily looked a mess, but hopefully no one on the subway would notice. I parked and she got out immediately, crossing the road after a hasty goodbye.
As I watched her go, I thought about why I was so attracted to her. While the sex was great, it was more than sex for me. She was witty, smart, and had a genuine sense of humor. And integrity. A rare thing in this world, I’d learned all too well. I enjoyed being around her like I hadn’t enjoyed anyone else outside my family.
It had been a long time since I had allowed myself to chase sexual desire. I considered romantic relationships a colossal waste of time and had only been that serious with one woman, Barbara. I ended up ruining that too. Thinking about it caused the light shining in my eyes from what I had just shared with Emily to die. I usually tried not to think about that relationship…and how tragically it failed.
Barbara had been perfect. A wonderful, beautiful woman who didn’t care about my money. She just loved me and cared about me. Sadly, I had been too afraid to give it a chance. I broke her heart when I ran off on her weeks before our wedding date. I didn’t even bother to take back the ring.
Asshole.
We hadn’t spoken in years, but it seemed she had gotten over my foolery. In fact, I had not thought of her until last month… when she mailed me an invitation to her wedding.
When I saw it, I had just closed it. I didn’t want to deal with the emotions. I didn’t even check the date. Now, I caught myself wondering if it had already passed.
With the new, strange feelings I had started developing for Emily, I wondered if it was not a good idea to attend the wedding… and stop running from that, at least.