Seduction - Chapter 7
Friday
James cleared his throat. “Thanks, Ian. We’re going to need another minute. You can head on up without us.”
“No problem,” Ian said.
He obviously knew what was going on, but I didn’t even care. All I cared about was the fact that in a few minutes James would be deep inside of me. I’d be screaming his name so loud I’d probably wake up the whole building.
Ian tossed the keys into the back seat without turning around. Probably because he was scared we were already going at it.
James caught the keys in one hand and raised his eyebrow at me.
Yeah, he definitely did that stern look better than me. I swear whenever he did that I was putty in his hands.
Ian closed the door behind him and it was only a matter of seconds before I was straddling James in the back of the car.
“I knew you were wearing a bikini,” he said as he pulled down the straps of my dress to reveal my bikini top. The soaked fabric of my dress clung to me and he pulled it lower, almost ripping it. He buried his face between my breasts as I grinded against him.
God, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, James, I’m going to die.”
He laughed. “I love when you’re pregnant. You’re insatiable.”
“If I recall correctly, you called me that before I was pregnant too.”
“You’re right. I just fucking love you.”
“And I love fucking you.”
“Is that really what you want right now?” He tugged on my hair, exposing my neck to him. His tongue traced my throat. “Because it’s been a while since I was rough with you.” He lightly nipped the side of my neck.
I moaned, grinding against him again. I knew he’d been more gentle with me recently. It was part of the whole reason why these last five months were important. It might be our last chance to go crazy. Hopefully not. But it was better to live it up while we still could. “Fuck me. Now.”
He grabbed my ass, lifting me closer as he roughly tore my bikini top down, giving him access to my breasts. He swirled his tongue around my hard nipple. My skin pebbled under his tongue.
What the hell was he trying to do to me? I didn’t need to be teased. I needed to be thoroughly fucked. So hard that it was hard to walk. Just thinking about it had me dripping.
He lightly bit down on my nipple.
Jesus. I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked.
The buttons flew off in every direction.
Oops. Not. I leaned forward, tracing his wet skin with my tongue again.
I would seriously never get enough of the taste of his salty skin.
I tried to push his shirt off his shoulders, but it was wet and sticking to his skin.
I groaned in protest to the stupid shirt.
I wanted to see all of him. I loved the way his tanned skin glistened when it was wet.
I tore at the fabric like a wild animal, so distracted that I didn’t even realize that he’d lifted me up so that he could shove his pants down.
He pulled down on my hips, slamming his erection deep inside of me.
James. My nails dug in to his shoulders as we both moaned. God I felt so full. There was nothing better than being full of him.
He lifted my hips and slammed me down on him again.
Fuck. I take what I said back. There was nothing better than this feeling.
Him guiding my hips for his pleasure. Like he was using me for his own release.
I loved what my body could do to him. And even though he was in complete control, it made me feel like I was in control too.
Each groan that escaped from his lips? That was because of me.
He started moving my hips faster, our wet skin sticking slightly. Adding this tiny slice of pain between the pleasure.
I didn’t even care that my knee was against a seat buckle or that I was dangerously close to bonking my head on the roof of the car. I just needed more. More of his mouth. More of the taste of his skin. More of him.
I finally managed to push his shirt off his shoulders. The friction of our wet skin pressed together and I moaned again. I ran my hand down his abs, tracing the muscles with my fingers.
He grabbed my jaw, probably harder than he meant to, and brought my lips back to his.
God, I loved when he was rough with me like that. I was panting. Moaning. Seconds away from screaming his name.
“Ride me, baby,” he groaned, his fingers easing their pressure on my hips.
He let me set the pace. But I didn’t slow down. If anything I was going faster than before. I spread my legs farther as I shamelessly rode him.
His fingers tangled in my wet hair, tugging hard, as he kissed my neck again. I could tell he was bruising my skin as he sucked on my neck, but I didn’t even care. He sucked even harder and it was like it had a direct line to my clit.
Yes, God, just like that. “I love seducing you,” I moaned.
“Oh, baby. You’re not seducing me.” He gently kissed the skin he’d just bruised. “ I’m seducing you .” He grabbed my hips again, his fingers almost painful as they dug in to my skin.
I pressed my hand against the roof of the car to make sure I didn’t slam my head against it. And it was the perfect leverage to match each of his thrusts.
One of his hands lightly grabbed my breast and his groans drove me mad.
“James, I’m so close.”
He flipped us over, my back slamming against the back seat of the car. He leaned over me and thrust into me hard.
“Yes, James. James!” I reached behind me to the door to try to get leverage again. And somehow in my ecstasy I grabbed the handle of the car and opened it. The cool air hit my skin.
I tried to reach behind me to close it, but James slammed into me harder. I didn’t know if he didn’t notice that the door was open or if he didn’t care, but his pace made me forget about it too.
I pushed his pants further down so I could grab his tight ass.
He groaned. “Come for me, baby.” He tilted his hips, hitting that place that always made me come. Every time. I felt myself clench around him.
“James!”
He ran his thumb gently across my clit, making me shiver as he thrust into me faster. And then I felt him pulse inside of me. Again and again.
I’m pretty sure my chants of his name echoed around the parking garage. And as soon as I came back to my senses, I remembered the car door was opened and laughed. My laughter caused me to tighten around him.
James groaned. “That was…”
“Epic?”
“Epic.” He leaned forward, making me moan again, as he grabbed the door handle and closed it.
“We’re going to get arrested,” I said. “I just know it.”
“Five months of seduction and this is how we wind up on the first night? Yeah, you’re probably right.” He smiled down at me, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Just for the record…I totally seduced you. With the bikini and everything.”
“What bikini?”
I looked down. I’d thrown my bikini bottoms at him earlier and my top had been abandoned somewhere in the last several minutes. “Very funny. I seduced you.”
“Baby, at the end of these five months, you’re going to finally admit that I’m the one seducing you.” He gently kissed the side of my neck.
“Never.” I wrapped my arms behind his neck. “I’ll be seducing you way more over the next few months, Professor Hunter.”
His eyes grew dark again.
“See…I’m doing it right now.”
He leaned down, running his nose down the length of mine. “Remember when we fucked in my car back on campus?”
“How could I forget?”
“Then you shouldn’t forget this…” he leaned forward farther, shifting in me again.
How was he still that hard? He was touching that place again and I knew my lip was quivering.
“Your pleasure is mine,” he said. “To give or take.” He reached down.
My dress was bunched around my waist. For a second I thought he was reaching down to adjust it. Instead, his thumb found my clit again.
“James…”
“Remember what I told you that night back on campus?”
I remembered all of it. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And we didn’t want to wait to drive back to his apartment. We’d fogged up the whole car, just like we did tonight. I still remembered my handprint on his window.
“I told you that you were mine.” He moved his thumb in slow circles and I started to squirm.
“Yes!” God. “I’m yours.”
He leaned forward, opening up the car door again.
“James…”
“Say it again, baby. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
Wasn’t the ring on my finger and his baby growing inside of me proof enough of that? Every inch of me belonged to this man. My heart, my soul, everything.
He pressed down on my clit.
“Yes! I’m yours!”
He pressed down harder and I came again. Harder than the first time. With his cock still hard inside of me and my name on his lips.
My chest rose and fell as I stared up at him. I remembered that time in his car back on campus perfectly in my head. This was better. A thousand times better. Because unlike back then, I was certain every inch of him belonged to me too. His heart, his soul, everything.
“See,” he said. “I’m the one seducing you.” He slowly pulled out of me.
I was going to protest, but I felt his cum leak out of me. Right onto the back seat of the car. “Shit.” I looked around for something to wipe it up with.
James leaned over the front seat and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a few tissues and then tried to clean up the spot.
But it wasn’t coming out. I grabbed the tissues from him and started scrubbing. It was useless. “Ian’s going to know what we just did.” I put my hand over my eyes.
“Baby, everyone in the building knows what we just did.”
I laughed, because it was all I could think of to do. Had he really just made me orgasm with the door of our car wide open? Holy shit, the door was still open! I grabbed my dress and pulled it back into place before a passerby could see my boobs.
“It’s late,” James said. “I doubt anyone else is even in the parking garage.” Somehow in the past few minutes while I worried about the stain, he’d managed to get dressed.
Well, as best as he could with all those missing buttons.
But I knew I still looked like a hot mess, while he was quite composed.
We both heard the quiet beep of someone locking their car.
I could feel my face turning bright red.
James leaned forward. “Okay, so maybe one person heard us.”
“Shhh.” I put my hand over his mouth. “Maybe they won’t know which car the noises came from.”
He slowly slid his hand up my thigh.
I kept my hand over his mouth.
He inched a little higher.
“James I swear…”
He lightly licked my hand.
I laughed and removed it from his mouth just as he thrust two fingers inside of me.
“What are you doing?” I moaned.
“I’m going for a hat trick.”
“I swear to God…” my voice trailed off with another moan. Fuck it. Who cared if someone heard or saw us? This was going to be the best five months of my life.