Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
ADRIANNA
The ride back to my car is a silent one. My head is still spinning from the evening.
I am beyond excited that we were able to get the funding for the Jinx project, but I shouldn’t have jumped into Elijah’s arms like that. He’s an asshole. I hate him.
Yet, it’s been a real long time since I’ve had a man touch me like that or at all really. It felt nice the way he pressed my body closer to his, holding all of my weight off the ground.
For a moment, it felt like we were in an alternate universe.
One where Elijah isn’t the wicked witch trying to steal my life from me.
No, instead he was the man I wanted to be with in that moment.
The one making me happier than I have been in a while.
Sure, it was for the foundation, but the elation clouded my head.
I think I enjoyed hugging him. Touching him. His warm breath on my skin.
I feel so out of sorts that I can’t even think of a single thing to say to the man.
He isn’t saying anything to me either, which makes me wonder if it threw him off too. It would do him some good to have a woman knock him on his ass. I only wish I wasn’t on my own right next to him.
When we get back to the parking lot, he pulls up out front of the building.
“I thought you said your car was here. I can take you home.” He breaks the silence at last.
“No need. I’m in my assigned parking spot in the back,” I tell him as I go to open the door.
“I’ll take you to it. Direct me.”
I roll my eyes, but close my door as I point toward the lone car left in the parking lot.
I’m thankful when he doesn’t say anything else, electing to drive me to my car instead.
“Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow,” I tell him, getting out of the car.
I curse when I hear his door shut as well.
“Why do you park out here?” he asks.
I spin to find him rounding the hood of his car.
“I told you. It’s my assigned spot.”
He moves closer to me. “By who?”
I roll my eyes. “Gloria, who else?”
“I thought you two were best friends. Why would she give you such a shitty parking spot?” he snarks.
“Maybe you would know since you obviously think you have me all figured out.”
He shakes his head, laughing lightly. “I don’t think anyone could figure you out, Ms. Baker. You are an enigma.”
“Well thank you, Mr. Samson. I believe that was a compliment.”
He shrugs. “I’m not sure if it is or not. Answer me. Why are you walking damn near a quarter of a mile every morning? Why would she have put you out here?”
I don’t want to answer him. Fuck him for all the shit he assumes about me, but we had a nice evening. He was kind at times even.
So I answer him.
“Gloria liked control. She would fire me on nearly a daily basis when she was in the office, but I would never leave. In retaliation, she decided there should be assigned parking and gave me the worst spot.”
He chuckles. “Seems you like to overstay your welcome then, huh? Funny habit of yours.”
“Fuck you, Elijah.” I push his chest, then turn to leave.
He grabs my arm, spinning me to face him until my chest is flush with his. “You would like it too much if I fucked you, Adrianna.”
My cheeks heat at how bold he is being. It’s as if something flipped in him tonight. He’s never acted even remotely into me, but by the bulge in his pants, I’d say he is more than interested.
“I think you have it wrong. It’s you panting after me, Elijah. Now if you’ll release me, I’d like to go home.”
He lets me go suddenly, making me fall back a step. I straighten out my dress before turning back toward my car.
“Tomorrow you will park in my spot. I’ll be making an announcement that all parking spaces are first come, first served. No more parking in the back, Ms. Baker.”
I spin on my heel, taking the three steps to get back into his space.
“I don’t need you waltzing in here and making changes on my behalf. If I wanted it to change, I would have fought for it long before you showed up.”
His hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Presumptuous of you to think I’d be doing it in your favor. Maybe I just don’t agree with the policy.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll keep my spot.” My hands find their hips.
“You will park in my spot or else,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“Or else what, Elijah?” I ask.
He stares at me intently for several moments. When I go to speak again, I’m interrupted by a soft, “Fuck it.”
Then his lips are on mine.
Elijah Samson’s lips are on mine.
If you would have asked me five minutes ago what I would do if Elijah kissed me, I would have told you I’d slap him. I should slap him. Push him away and tell him to never touch me again.
I’m shocked, though. Stunned, really. I can’t move.
All I can do is feel the pressure of his lips on mine as his hand, still on my cheek, holds me in place.
Then he nips at my bottom lip.
A little squeak escapes as my mouth opens for him. He wastes no time sliding his tongue into my mouth.
My mind echoes his words, throwing caution to the wind as I kiss him back. It’s been so long since I’ve had another’s body against mine. The man is gorgeous, so why the hell not?
That’s the story I’m going to go with when I’m regretting this later, but right now, I’m living in the moment.
My hands trail up his chest and into the hair at the nape of his neck. I tug it gently, making him growl as he walks me back, picking me up until my ass is on the hood of my shitty-ass Corolla. I don’t stop him, though. If anything, I spread my legs wider as I pull him closer.
My body is heated from the exchange. My clit is throbbing. I need relief, but I have no idea how to even ask for it. How do you tell your asshole boss that you usually find him repulsive, but you really need that monster of a cock you can feel in his slacks?
He must be reading my mind because his hand slides up my thigh under my dress, finding my drenched pussy sans panties.
“Fuck, you need to get into my car now,” he groans into my ear.
“Your car is too small. Mine is bigger.”
It’s true. He drives some sort of sports car. The Corolla might be fifteen years old, but it’s got a decent back seat.
“Don’t care whose car. Get in.”
Pushing him back, I leave my dress hiked up my thighs, uncaring if the passing cars see anything. It’s pretty late in the evening. Not many people are walking by anyway.
Unlocking my door, I open the back door before climbing in. As if I’m in heat, I pull my dress all the way up, leaving me exposed from the waist down.
Elijah stares at my bare pussy, licking his bottom lip.
Then his eyes flick to mine. The hunger in them has me swallowing hard.
I think I’m fucked.
ELIJAH
I didn’t mean to kiss her. I sure as fuck didn’t mean to touch her.
Yet here she is, lying on the back seat of her car with her legs wide open, showing me her glistening pussy.
I thought I hated her, yet when I found out that she had to walk so far to her car, I was outraged. I wanted to fix it for her.
Then she had to go and open that mouth of hers.
The woman is a fucking menace, but Lord knows she makes my dick hard.
Pulling a condom out of my pants, I shove it between her breasts.
“Hold this for me, love,” I tell her, winking at her.
She looks dazed. As if she can’t believe this is happening either. A little voice in the back of my head is screaming for me to stop. Don’t touch her anymore. I’ve made this bad enough.
The blood is no longer in my brain, though. It’s fueling my rock-hard dick. The same dick that wants to sink inside of her.
Down, boy. I want a taste.
Kneeling before her, I pull her hips to the edge of the seat. Then I kiss the inside of her thighs over and over until they are red from the little bit of scruff that has grown throughout the day. I want her to remember me every single time her thighs rub together.
It’s sick. I know I shouldn’t want her the way I do, but I’m tired of fighting with her. I want to fuck her.
Satisfied when her pasty white skin turns a bright red, I focus on her pussy. First, I lick it from bottom to top. Once at her clit, I suck it between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue. I repeat the process again, loving the way her legs squeeze around my head every time I get back to her clit.
The sounds she makes urge me on. She mewls, squeaks, and even moans out my name. It’s a heady feeling. This woman hates me so much, but I can bring her to a place of such pleasure that she forgets that she despises me. It’s a power trip. One I won’t ever forget.
When I can feel she is on edge, I use my fingers to spread her open and look at her opening.
My dick twitches at the thought of getting in there.
I don’t want to hurt her, though. I am bigger than most men with my nine inches.
I’ve got some girth on me too. I don’t want to brag about myself, but I’ve been told to stop because I was too big before. I don’t want to stop with her.
Taking two fingers, I press inside of her.
It’s a tight fit, but she doesn’t shy away.
In fact, she presses against my fingers, asking for more.
I continue to thrust inside her a few times before adding a third finger.
She arches her back, taking my finger in with a little difficulty, but again she doesn’t pull away.
“I’m bigger than this, Adrianna. Are you going to be able to handle it?” I ask her.
She moans. “Fuck me, Elijah. Now.”
“So demanding.” I chuckle as I pull my fingers out.
Standing, I lean over her, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
Pressing my wet fingers to her mouth, I’m surprised when she sucks them inside without question, licking them clean. Then she pulls my face to hers, sliding her tongue inside my mouth so we can share the taste. It’s erotic as fuck.
Pulling back, I drop my pants to the ground, revealing my cock. She looks at it with wide eyes.
Yeah, baby. I’m the whole package.
“Impressive. I hope you know how to use that thing otherwise it would be a waste,” she snarks, shocking me.
I shouldn’t be shocked. This is Adrianna. She fights me at every turn.
“Haha. Just wait,” I tell her.
I grab the condom, sliding it on my rock-hard cock. Then I position at her entrance.
She doesn’t let me hesitate or ask any further questions.
She pushes against me until the crown is inside of her.
I watch with my mouth open like a fool as her eyes roll into the back of her head as she takes me.
I keep pressing until I’m fully inside of her.
Then I look down at where we are joined.
That tight little hole is stretched around me, fitting so snug. It’s as if her pussy was made for my cock. I’ve had sex many times before, but never has it been like this. I’ve never had a woman hug my cock so tight. At least, none that let me get fully inside of them.
“Move, Elijah. Fuck me. Hard.” Her hands find her breasts as she starts to pinch her nipples.
I twitch inside of her, making her gasp. Her eyes fly open as she looks up at me.
Gone is the annoying woman who works for me. In her place is a sex vixen ready to devour my soul. A soul I would willingly give.
Pulling all the way out, I thrust in hard. When she pinches her nipples harder and moans out, I do it again. I thrust into her as hard as I can over and over until I feel her squeeze against my cock, her orgasm hitting her hard.
This is where most men stop to check on their girl. At least, those who don’t know better would.
Not me. If anything, it renews my energy. I grab her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. I’m going to leave bruises at this pace, but I don’t care at this moment. By the sounds coming from Adrianna, she doesn’t either.
I rut into her, making the car shake around us. My bare ass is visible to any passersby, but right now, I don’t give a fuck. They can take a picture for all I care. All that matters to me is making this beautiful woman beneath me shatter into a million pieces.
I know the moment it happens too. One orgasm turns into two. I keep pressing on. It’s the third one that has her body tightening before she goes limp. I find my own pleasure as she blacks out for a whole five seconds. When she comes back to, she is still moaning as her body twitches around me.
I place kisses on her face and chest as I slow my thrusts.
When I pull out, my blood runs cold. I see the rip in the side of the condom, a little of my seed spilling from it.
Fuck.
I fucked her so hard I broke the fucking condom.
I continue pulling out, taking the condom off and tying it before pulling my pants up and putting it in the pocket.
Leaning down, I pull Adrianna to a seated position, fixing her dress for her. “Are you okay? Are you going to be good to drive or do I need to take you home?”
She hums, smiling up at me with this dopey smile. It’s actually kind of cute. If you are into that kind of thing.
“I can drive,” she mumbles.
“You sure?”
She nods.
Helping her out of the back seat, I make sure she looks decent before opening her driver’s door. I shut the back door, then lean in and buckle her into her seat. Handing her the keys from her driver’s door, I give her a serious look. “Let me know when you get home safe.”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
That has never sounded so good, but then the image of my cum in her pussy fills my head again.
I fucked up big time.
How do I fix it, though?
“Good night, Ms. Baker.”
She laughs. “Night, Mr. Samson.”
As she drives off, I know I need to figure some shit out because things just got complicated.