CHAPTER TWELVE
(Charlotte)
“Not to sound like a gold digger, but I want you to know that I have zero problems with a private jet next time.” I laughed, but I wasn’t joking. My feet were achy and swollen after our flight and the walk to JFK’s baggage terminal felt like a marathon. “Maybe something where they pick us up in a limo right on the tarmac?”
“I’d rather not, princess.” He guided me past the rows of luggage carousels, to the exit doors. “My entire fortune comes from the hospitality industry. I make money when people get on planes and fly far, far away. You’re walking next to the actual cause of global warming.”
“Our bags,” I said, motioning behind us as he pushed the door open for me.
“They’ll deliver them,” he said.
The air outside assaulted me after hours of recirculated oxygen. The exhaust and hot asphalt smell of the pickup area was a gut punch. “So, you feel guilty and try to offset your impossible debt to the planet by mildly inconveniencing yourself?”
“Would it be better if I did nothing?” He took the handle of my suitcase and slipped his arm around my waist. “At least I’m not making you take the subway.”
No, he was making me take a spaceship, apparently. The car waiting for us was sleek and sci-fi. Its gold chrome gleamed like a laser gun.
Oh no. I was getting sexually transmitted nerd vibes from Matt.
“This is your car?” I asked, as if he would have put my bag in someone else’s open trunk. A driver opened the back door for me, and I slid inside, but then the guy tossed Matt the keys.
I waited in the back, puzzled, while Matt closed the trunk and jogged up to the driver’s door. When he got in, I said, “That guy didn’t look like one of the other valets.”
“Private service,” Matt explained. Which still didn’t explain why he was in the front while I was in the back. “Buckle up. And take off your panties.”
I laughed, glancing up at the car’s glass roof. Though the outside was tinted, the interior view was crystal clear; how much could someone see outside?
“Nobody is going to see you,” he said, reading my thoughts. “Now, take off your panties, princess, and put on your seat belt like a good girl.”
“What if I get these nice leather seats all messy?” I gave him a smirk in the rearview mirror and wriggled my panties down my thighs and pulled up my skirt before fastening my belt.
“You’ll just have to lick them clean.” He adjusted his mirrors and pulled away from the curb, briefly tapping the horn as another car tried to overtake him.
“You’re an aggressive driver,” I said, squeezing my legs together. I knew he was going to make me do something naughty, but I couldn’t touch myself without his permission. That was the deal we’d made.
“You drive on the West Coast,” he reminded me. “I’m more afraid of you than you could possibly be of me.”
“So, did you have a plan for this car ride, my dragon?” My heart thumped hard as a realization hit me. I’d thought things would cool off, sexually, when we returned to the real world. We weren’t even away from the airport yet, and we were back at it.
“You’re going to play with yourself,” he said, clicking on his turn indicator. “You’re not going to finish.”
“Ever?” I teased.
“You will. Oh, I promise, you will.” I caught a flash of his smile, though his eyes remained fixed on the road. “But you’re not going to do it until you’re under me in my bed. Get to work, princess.”
I parted my legs and moved my hand over my excited flesh, a little thrill going through me as we passed a charter bus. The passengers didn’t see me; at least, I thought they must not have seen me. If I looked through the massive sunroof of the car next to my bus and saw a woman masturbating, I would pay attention. But nobody was.
“How far away is your bed?” The swirl of my fingertips and the naughty thrill of near-public indecency upped the urgency considerably.
“Let’s see.” There was a bloop, and the screen on the dashboard console lit up. After a brief voice command conversation, the navigation system delivered the bad news.
“Your destination is in seventeen point three miles,” the audiobook-quality computer voice returned. “Estimated arrival time, one hour, one minute, based on current traffic conditions.”
“An hour!” I laughed in dismay.
“Do you think I want to spend an hour knowing that you’re back there, wet and spread and ready for me, while I can’t do anything about it?”
“What, this isn’t a fancy self-driving car you can jack off in?” That honestly wouldn’t shock me. The car was the fanciest thing I’d ever seen.
“Sadly, no. So imagine how hard and fast you’re going to get it. Especially if traffic is going to be terrible,” he quipped.
I dipped my fingers lower and pressed them against my opening. The fluid sound of my eager cunt was lewd in the silence. “Can you hear that?”
His sharp inhale seemed to catch him off guard for a blink. “I can.”
I plunged my fingers in and the soft, sucking sound as I withdrew them made me shiver. “It’s so quiet in here.”
“That’s because it’s electric.” He patted the steering wheel lovingly. “I’ll remind you to make fun of me for that later.”
“Please do. Because if it’s a Tesla—”
He groaned. “No. Fuck, no. And let’s not talk about fascists while I’m driving. But if it’s too quiet in here, feel free to make as much noise as you’d like. Moans. Desperate pleas for mercy. Whatever comes to mind.”
A lot came to mind. My imagination whirled with thoughts of how good he would feel pounding into me, how long it had been since we’d fucked. Hours, and I was already starving for him.
I swallowed thickly. “When you’re fucking me, will you put your hand around my neck and hold me down on the pillows?”
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.
My cunt grasped helplessly as I withdrew my fingers again, slicking my wetness up and over my clit. “Will you tie my hands up and take me as much as you want?”
“Are you placing an order?”
“I’m considering possibilities.” I picked one foot up and placed it on the edge of the seat, spreading myself even wider. “Will you choke me with your cock if I’m a very good girl?”
“Princess…” he groaned. “I might have to pull over and spank you right here if you don’t stop distracting me.”
“I’m sorry, my dragon,” I mewled coyly.
But if I was going to have a sexually frustrating ride to his place, so was he.
* * * *
An hour and thirty minutes.
I had been edging for an hour and thirty minutes by the time we arrived at Matt’s building. Thirty-seven denied orgasms.
By the time he pulled the car into his parking space, I was promising every filthy thing in the book.
“Let me come and you can fuck me in the ass over the hood of the car,” I whined, as if that was some kind of trade-off and I didn’t want him to do it, anyway. In fact, just thinking about it, the chance of being caught on camera or by another building resident with a cock up my ass, coming and screaming and thrashing in public for anyone to see made me jerk my hand away from my swollen, achy clit before I could accidentally reach my orgasm.
“Tempting offer, but no, I’m not changing my plans,” he said, pressing the button to turn off the car. “Besides, I could do that to you, anyway. Any time I wanted.”
He got out and opened the door for me, taking my hand as I stood, knees wobbling. Bringing my fingers to his lips, he inhaled deeply before licking the digits clean.
“Wait, wait!” I jerked my hand back, balling it into a fist that I pressed against the front of my thighs.
It had almost happened again. That’s how close I was, how close I’d stayed for the entire car ride.
And he had the gall to be totally amused by my predicament.
“Walking may be problematic,” he mused as I waited for my arousal to dim enough to take a single damn step. “Be sure to stop when you need to.”
I needed to already. “What about the bags?”
“I’ll come back for them.” He offered me his arm. “One step at a time, princess. I know you can be a good girl for me.”
I took deep breaths, gritted my teeth, and managed to make it into the elevator without coming. The doors closed on us, and I noted the floor number he selected. One-hundred-thirteen.
It was a bad time to tell him I was afraid of heights.
He backed me against the wall and lowered his mouth to my shoulder, biting the curve of my neck. I shuddered and held onto him, writhing my hips shamelessly against his thigh.
“Be a good girl,” he breathed beside my ear. “You don’t have to wait much longer.”
He wasn’t kidding; the elevator shot us up so fast, my ears popped. I didn’t pay much attention to my surroundings as we moved into the foyer, but when we entered the apartment, it distracted me from my near-painful levels of arousal.
“Apartment” was an understatement. High-rise mansion was more like it. I gazed up through at least three open stories. A suspended staircase with glass railings wound up and around in loops like a board game path. The walls were towers of glass, revealing Manhattan on three panoramic sides. The setting sun gilded the city and provided a spectacular, if vertigo-inducing, view that locked my knees in place.
“I’m…” I began shakily.
He paled. “Afraid of heights?”
I nodded frantically.
“Well, we’ll have to get your mind off it, then. Until you get used to the scenery.” He looped an arm around my waist. While I appreciated the support, it still took all of my courage to walk further into the sprawling space.
“Are the windows like this in your room?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Unfortunately, his answer was a cheerful, “Yes.” Then he added, “But you’re going to be coming so hard your eyes roll back in your head, so you’ll never see.”
I laughed a weird, high-pitched, choking sound.
He stopped and stepped in front of me, and having his presence as a barrier between me and the scary glass distracted me. My body screamed for me to remember what he’d promised in the garage.
“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I begged.
“This way.” He led me to the second elevator—glass, of course, because why be less terrifying?—and we rode up to the third floor, my stomach pitching and wobbling the whole time.
“You’re fine,” he promised, kissing the side of my head. “Nobody has fallen out of my apartment and died yet.”
“Don’t make jokes about my perfectly rational fear if you want to fuck me,” I warned him.
“Joke rescinded.” The doors opened, and he guided me out of the elevator, catching me off guard and pinning me against the wall with his knee between my thighs. His mouth fell to my neck, and he bit down, hard enough that it bordered on the edge of pain. “Because I definitely want to fuck you.”
We walked down a short hall and stopped in front of some frosted glass doubled doors. He pulled one brushed-steel handle. “The master suite.”
The walls beyond the doors were black, the floor the same white marble I’d seen in the rest of the apartment. There wasn’t a bed in sight, but a hallway that ended in a textured glass wall with falling water cascading over the surface.
As we moved forward, we passed two huge, brightly lit rooms, one with bare shelves and full-length mirrors, one directly across from it that was packed with Matt’s wardrobe. There was also a bathroom that, from the brief glimpse I got, was probably the size of my entire house. When we reached the fountain wall, the hall opened to the right and left, and beyond that was Matt’s bedroom.
With that damned view.
“Don’t look,” he advised, walking me backward toward the huge bed.
“Do you think I like looking?” But the closer I got, the more my fears about the windows were overcome by my need to get absolutely railed.
He leaned close to my ear. “Get naked.”
I stripped off my clothes so fast, I could have set some sort of record. He gave me a playful push, and I let myself fall onto the bed. Of course, it would be as soft and comfortable as it was huge.
He pulled his shirt over his head with one hand and tossed it aside, climbing over me on top of the black duvet. “Are you ready to get fucked, princess?”
I spread my legs in invitation, hooking my calves around his back. “May I come, my dragon?”
“Oh, you may.” He reached between us and unzipped his jeans. When the wide head of his cock entered me, I hissed a little at the residual soreness from the night before.
“Does that pretty little pussy hurt?” he asked, rocking his tip back and forth.
“A little.” I bit down on my lip. Even though I was dripping wet from the car ride, it made sense that taking that many dicks would wear me out. My voice had been raspy all day from the strain on my throat, so I wasn’t sure why I’d assumed my pussy would be any different.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I lifted my pelvis and took him in deeper, crying out at the burn. Did I want him to stop? “No.”
He’d warned me before that it would be hard and fast, but he moved slowly, studying my face for any sign of further discomfort. But I wanted him so bad, I didn’t care. Centimeter by agonizing centimeter, he sank deep and stilled inside me. He covered my throat with his big hand, thumb digging into my jaw. “You’re going to come on my cock, princess. Just like this.”
He flexed inside me but otherwise didn’t move.
I moaned and tried to get some friction, but he tutted his disapproval, flexing his cock in a teasing rhythm. His lips covered mine, and the heat of his skin mad me feel all of the hours we’d spent clothed and not touching.
We were in the real world now. There were bound to be many more hours like that. How would I survive? My hunger for his body was scarier than the view from his apartment.
No, not his body. Being with him was intoxicating. Even something as simple as resting my head on his shoulder to sleep during the flight had been thrilling. The short part of his normal life I’d seen so far was turning out to be fascinating. I wanted to know all of him.
I wanted him to know all of me.
“Make yourself come, princess.” He tightened his grip on my jaw . “Look me in the eye while it’s happening.”
My fingers already ached from the car ride edging. My clit was irritated and mistrustful of my intent at this point. It took a moment to convince my body that this one would be the time.
Thumb stroking my jaw, he pressed his lips to my temple and whispered, “Remember, every one of your orgasms is mine. And I want this one now. Give it to me, princess.”
His words convinced me. With ample proof. I braced my feet flat on the mattress and pushed up, going rigid with a strained moan before my free fall into excruciating bliss. My legs collapsed from under me, every muscle jumping, hips bucking futilely as he pinned me to the bed.
“Another,” he demanded, and I sped my fingers up. Lost in his gaze, I never fully came down. I spiraled out again.
“Good girl.” His voice was strained. Shuddering, he let go of my throat and pulled out. He climbed to his knees and took his cock in his hand. It only took a few tugs before he groaned and hot fluid splashed across my vulva.
He pushed his hair back and caught his breath before lying beside me. With a gentle hand, he tipped my face toward his and caught my lips. Brushing his nose against mine, he whispered, “Are you satisfied, princess?”
My eyes drifted closed, though I tried to keep them open. I could only nod and wave a weak hand.
He laughed and kissed me again. “Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “Just a little catnap.”
And then I passed entirely out.