Chapter 12
12
D usk fell fast as DP and Chaaru, with three other passengers, walked towards a gleaming black SUV.
She was still reeling from DP’s filthy promise, her belly full of horny butterflies. Who knew the man hid such a filthy mind under those flannel shirts and sweater vests?
The single passenger settled next to the driver immediately, rattling off in Spanish. The couple had matching white shirts on that said bride and groom in pink and blue glitter. When they frowned at the narrow seat at the back, DP volunteered himself and Chaaru.
“You don’t mind, right?” he said, his large palm unmistakably possessive on the small of her back.
Chaaru shrugged. They settled into the backseat, the black leather buttery soft against her skin as she slid deeper. New car smell filled her nostrils. Whichever way she tried wriggling though, it was an uncomfortable fit.
DP tapped the man's shoulder, and the couple pulled their seat forward by a couple of inches. Pointing his knees to the right, where they nearly hit the other end of the car's interior, he made a motion for her to lift her legs.
Swallowing, Chaaru followed his instructions. The car pulled away into traffic, her legs hanging over DP's. Christ, but the man had tree trunks for thighs.
With his arm around her shoulders, her hands settled on his abdomen. Already, touching him with this wanton abandon was a heady thrill. He was like a wall of rough-hewn muscle she wanted to climb like a monkey.
“You okay?” he said, his exhale a warm puff against the shell of her ear. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I’ll make it worth your while.”
Before she could reply, a soft, sultry number in Spanish drifted out of the speakers and the couple started kissing. Their mouths clung together and parted, the damp sounds drizzling honeyed warmth through her own limbs.
Hands and limbs locked together like pieces of a Jenga puzzle, it was impossible to quiet her racing pulse. Chaaru wanted to ask DP to kiss her, to touch her, to do something...But ugly, old fears she’d thought she’d beat reared their heads. What if he thought she was wanton for having these kinds of desires, for being so desperate for his touch?
Leaning in, DP skimmed his nose down the arch of her neck. Her breaths came in dull pants as he nuzzled that spot that felt like it was directly connected to her clit. “I want to touch you. Here. Now.”
Her mouth drying, Chaaru searched his gaze. Had he figured out some way to mind-meld with her and see her deepest desires?
“Only if you want to," he whispered, mistaking her quiet excitement for hesitation.
“I was...” she cleared her throat, “hoping you would kiss me. I’m literally panting for it. Earlier, your lips barely skated over mine.”
Just the memory of it made her shiver, even though she was warm from his body heat. She wanted to feel the press of his mouth over hers, taste his need for her so badly that it was an ache inside her chest. “I froze at how good it felt to know it’s you kissing me. Not because I didn’t want it.”
“Noted,” he said with a grin. “Although I have something more than a kiss on my mind right now. You want it?”
When she turned fully toward him, his stubble rasped deliciously against her lips. “Yes. Please.”
His fingers danced over the bumpy skin at her knees. Every inch of her went to red alert when he snuck those broad fingers under her already bunched up dress. Her heartbeat stuttered as they moved upward. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
Each inch of her quivering flesh he touched, a wake of heat followed, trailing upward to the juncture of her thighs. His lips lingered over her riotous pulse, as if soothing her.
Then his fingers were there, covering her mound over the low-cut panties she had on. She swallowed audibly when the heel of his palm settled against her clit like some bold explorer staking his patch of land in a new territory.
Her breaths came in little, panting huffs as they sat like that. His fingers fluttered, as if he was taking the pulse of her pussy. Slowly, irrevocably, she became wetter and hotter.
“You getting ready for me, sweetheart?” His voice was a hoarse whisper that betrayed how turned on he was.
“Yes. For you. Ever since that evening. Only for you,” she admitted, shedding each layer of fear and undeserved shame. It had no place between her and this gorgeous, wonderful man.
“Good. Now move up on me a bit. And pull your right leg down.”
She hesitated. “I'm not...light.”
“You’re perfect,” he said, nipping her skin in punishment. “Why don’t you let me worry about whether I’m good enough to hold you, yeah? You worry about how you're going to keep it down.”
A little more dampness bloomed at her core at his matter-of-fact suggestion. Then he gave a quick tap-tap of his fingers against her soaked folds as if saying get a move on.
With a barely smothered gasp, she climbed into his lap until one of her ass-cheeks was hanging in the air and dropped her right leg. To keep her balance, she wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders and clung to him.
DP turned up the AC. A cool burst of air kissed her heated skin. All the sliding and slipping against his thick muscles turned her breasts achy and heavy, her nipples begging to be played with. She loved rough nipple play, but she always had to beg her lovers to give her what she needed. Apparently, men thought small breasts meant less pleasure.
“Bend towards me and tug that neckline to the side.”
Fuck, did the man have a direct line into her thoughts?
For a second, Chaaru searched the dark interior. The couple in the front seat were now whispering sweet nothings to each other. Not that she cared if they saw her writhing on his lap. The prospect of one of them turning and seeing the way she was splayed out over him sent a fresh shiver down her spine.
“The thought of them catching us turns you on, doesn’t it? I knew you were the hottest thing ever,” DP said. His lips pulled at her flesh and sucked. Hard enough to leave a mark on her skin, she hoped.
Another soft tap at her damp pussy. “You need me to take care of this, baby?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Then do as you’re told and pull down your dress.”
With shaking fingers, she undid the small hook at her neck and pulled the convenient flap down. Given her breasts weren’t that big and hadn’t yet lost the fight with gravity completely, she’d gone without a bra. Her light brown nipple puckered and peaked, proudly standing to attention.
DP rubbed his bristled cheek against it, and a gush of wetness spurted out of her. “Fuck,” he said, feeling it at the source, doing that fluttery thing with his fingers again.
Chaaru fidgeted, desperate for friction.
He smiled against her aureole, lapping the area around the peak with his tongue. "Not enough?"
Goosebumps spread across her flesh. “Not nearly enough.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“My nipples,” she said, floating high above the clouds. They were in a car with other people, and here she was, talking about what kind of stuff turned her on. With DP, of all men. How was this suddenly her fucking life? Why had they waited so long? “I love...”
“Yeah?”
“Stuff there.”
“You like gentle licks and puffs of air around these plump tips? You want me to treat them like you’re made of glass?”
“No, the opposite.” A long, shuddering breath left her lungs. God, he was playing with her, and she loved it. “I…like nipple play,” she said, dragging her mouth up the shell of his ear. Then she bit down on the lobe and his fingers jerked against her. “I enjoy sucking and nipping and biting and any kind of rough stuff.”
Face flaming, she ducked under his chin. He smelled like cigars and bergamot and some wild, decadent thing that she’d known she’d devour, given half the chance.
“Look up, Char.”
Her name on his lips while his fingers played with her folds was a promise. Their eyes held for an eternity, stitched out of harsh breaths. “I want to make your filthiest fantasies come true. You said you trust me, right?”
Trust was too tame a word for what she felt at that devouring look in his eyes. “I do.”
“Good. Now, am I going too fast for you?”
“Right now, I’d say you’re a little slow.”
He laughed then, and the woman’s head jerked, just a fraction. Chaaru couldn’t blame her for her curiosity. It was a hearty sound that came from his belly. Her long, fake flashes fluttered in profile. But she never fully turned around.
“Now,” DP said, cupping her pussy. “Bring your tit to my mouth. My hands are busy.”
Trembling from head to toe, Chaaru lifted her breast to his mouth and watched as he rubbed his dark upper lip against it. Over and over, leaving increasing wetness behind every time. Just when she thought she might jump out of her skin, he closed his lips over the peaked bud.
And suckled. Hard.
Jolts of white-hot heat zipped down to her pussy, consolidating into a wet pool. “God, DP.”
"Lift your hips." He whispered the words against her nipple and the knot in her belly pulled tauter, sharper.
A blast of air hit her now bare folds, her flimsy panties thrust aside. His clever fingers traced every contour and curve, as if he meant to learn the shape of her pussy by heart. She nudged her hips to follow his fingers, the loud music around them adding to the rush in her veins.
“DP…” she whispered, trying to keep the whine out of her voice. Tucking her face under his chin, she skimmed her mouth along his neck and bit down hard.
His fingers moved to her inner folds, and he entered her with one thick finger.
Usually, she preferred lube for penetration. She’d taken time and energy to learn what she liked ever since she’d become sexually active again. Her libido had suddenly spiked as she’d neared forty and she had decided that it was now or never. And she’d been determined she’d settle for nothing less than her satisfaction.
With DP’s words and fingers assaulting her senses at every turn though, she was sopping wet. His finger was so thick that it felt deliciously right. Pressing down with his palm, he rubbed her clit roughly. Chaaru moaned when he lifted off.
“Can you take one more?”
“I’ll take whatever you give me. Even if it hurts a little,” she whispered.
His eyes danced with a wicked resolve. “That’s my girl.” One finger became two and then three and fuck, it was tight with just a hint of burn. Just how she liked it. “My brave, bold girl.” He wriggled his fingers inside her, setting off a minor earthquake.
“Holy. Fuck.” The words tumbled out of her mouth when he hooked one of those clever fingers and hit that spot she was forever trying to nudge with her vibrator.
“Look at me, Char. I can’t see your pretty cunt this way, but I need your face.”
Chaaru faced him as he pumped those fingers in and out of her.
Dark brown eyes held hers, drinking in every moan and pant. With the AC on full blast and the music pouring through the speakers, the filthy sounds his fingers made were audible only to her.
Climax shimmered just out of reach as she clutched his hand like a vise between her thighs. Frustration mounted. As always, her orgasm hovered just out of reach, playing with her. It had always been a sticking point with…
No! Not going there!
Opening her eyes, she took in the man who was fucking her with his fingers with such intense devotion. As if he were a giant oak with gnarled roots and branches and she…a dove that had flown straight into his reach and he meant to make her his own. God, she wanted to crawl under his skin and build herself a nest there.
A soft sob rose in her chest, and she buried it in his neck. He tasted of sweat and salt, and her world re-centered itself.
His right hand stroked up and down her side, comforting, even as his other hand drove her nearer to the edge. “You need more?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
Pulling her closer, he closed his mouth over her nipple. She arched into his touch, her nails digging into the nape of his neck. Hard and solid, he made her feel breakable, small, fragile. Everything she’d vowed she’d never be and yet it was the very thing that drove her arousal further. She felt engulfed by him everywhere so deeply that she didn’t have to be strong.
When he scraped his teeth against the tight bud of her nipple and tugged roughly, her orgasm came for her like a frothing wave. Pulling her under. Ripping through every muscle and limb, thrashing her about. Shaking and shivering, Chaaru moaned.
At that exact moment, the woman turned.
Her eyes wide, she took in Chaaru, her breast in DP’s mouth and her body vibrating with pleasure. Then her gaze drifted down her body, to where DP continued his assault, his fingers pumping inside her wet pussy. Her mouth falling open, the woman watched, and the aftershocks in Chaaru’s belly intensified.
Finally, she turned away. Chaaru sagged around DP, her muscles turned to Jell-O. Her core clenched when he pulled his fingers out. She turned the hem of her dress inside out and reached for his fingers.
He was too fast for her.
Eyes gleaming, he licked his fingers thoroughly and made a deep hum in his throat. “Yep. Better than a tart strawberry and sweet cream.”
Heat streaking her chest and neck, Chaaru adjusted her dress, just as the cab came to a halt.
The couple exited, the woman casting one last glance at DP and her. With a cheeky grin and a wink, she waved at Chaaru, then murmured in her ear.
The woman thought DP was a keeper, and Chaaru agreed. And yet, something about the comment ruffled her feathers. Was it that the woman had learned that simple fact when it had taken Chaaru nearly two decades? God, she’d always been contrary.
Her knees trembled as DP helped her get down after him.
“What did she say?” he asked, his chin tucked over her head.
“She said we made her hot.”
When she pressed a soft kiss to the corded column of his throat, his arms around her became tighter, and his lips drifted to her temple.
Chaaru felt that contact all the way to the core of her battered and bent heart.