24. Ember #2
He pulls inside the structure, finds a quiet spot in the farthest corner of the garage and parks quicker than I can come down from my orgasm. Warner kills the engine then snaps off his seatbelt to grab hold of me.
Our teeth click together from the power of him yanking me into place, allowing his mouth to consume mine. When his tongue aggressively thrusts past my lips, I happily take the intrusion.
Warner clasps my throat, pressing his thumb into the hollow and lightly squeezing to command the kiss. It’s an enticing power move. One that promises control. I let him grip my neck, kissing him back with a frenetic command of my own.
“Ember.” Warner tears his mouth from mine. “Why did you have to start this now?”
“We’re leaving in a few hours, and I refuse to face death without branding your heart first.”
“Shit, love. This isn’t the right time or place.”
“What happened to spreading me wide open and sinking your cock in me?” I taunt with a grin. “All talk and no action, Mr Mead?”
“You are such a little brat.”
“Then get over here, and teach me a lesson.”
Ravenous desire slashes through his baby blues as Warner snaps, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip. I gasp at the stinging pain, feeling blood rise to drip between our mouths. Undeterred, he licks it away in a thorough, bruising kiss that makes my toes curl.
Reaching between his legs, Warner locates the seat’s controls to push it backwards, freeing up more room between him and the steering wheel. He reaches over the console to grab my waist, plucking me from the seat.
“Climb,” he murmurs.
“Where? We’re in a car.”
“Onto my lap. I’m going to show you exactly why I’m not all talk and no action.”
With his support, I excitedly clamber over the section holding us apart and position myself on his lap. My legs are bent, spread either side of his thighs, shoving my chest directly into his face.
Warner bites down on the nub where my nipple strains against my t-shirt, causing me to cry out. His palm cracks against my ass cheek, allowing fiery tingles to spread. Not that I need any further encouragement. I already feel like my mind is fraying.
“This could’ve been slow and romantic.” He runs his nose along the column of my neck. “Just like every time I’ve pictured the moment when I finally get what I want.”
“Please… Now.” I rake my nails over his shoulders.
The sound of fabric tearing is like music to my ears. Beautiful, primitive music as he literally rips the panties from between my legs then tosses the ruins aside. God, that’s hot. Far too attractive for such a carnivorous move.
He plunges two fingers into my heat, testing my arousal for himself. “Now I’m going to fuck you fast and dirty in some damn parking garage because you couldn’t wait a second longer.”
“No! I can’t wait. Please don’t make me.”
“Beg me, then. Plead for my cock to fill you up.”
Undulating on his fingers, I ride the force driving up into me. “Yes… I want it. I want you to take me right here, right now. Give me everything.”
“After all this time… that’s what you want?”
“Yes!” I wail.
“Not even a date or a fancy restaurant first?” Warner teases.
“No… Fuck. Please, enough. Please…”
“You want to be roughly fucked behind the wheel like the brat you are?”
I don’t know where my gentle, tender Warner is right now, but I’m glad he’s decided to vacate the premises. That poor man doesn’t need to hear what filth his possessive alter ego is taunting me with.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Do it.”
Feeling him rummaging beneath me, I know when his cock has made a reappearance. The firm heat presses up into my core, sliding back and forth between soaked folds. I throw my head back, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
“I’m going to sink into this cunt.” His whispered words are guttural. “You will ride me, love. Use me for your pleasure, and don’t hold back.”
“Yes! Now!”
The moment he enters me, the dim parking garage fades away. I don’t care about the steering wheel pressing into my back or the discomfort of folding myself upright to fit in his lap.
Each minor distraction is overshadowed by the pure satisfaction of being filled by Warner. His generous length reaches the farthest depths it can find before he lifts me by the hips to withdraw.
In an instant, I’m slammed back down, impaling me on every punishing inch. My cries ricochet all around us, forming a sweet symphony with Warner’s groaning. He lifts me again, almost to the point of pulling out, then pushes me back down once more.
“God, you’re so hot and wet.” The praise rushes from him. “So fucking tight and perfect. Take it, love. Take every inch of me.”
“Yes, more. Please… more.”
“Ride me, Em.”
Pushing my knees into the leather seat, I lift myself on his lap to take control. I’m a trembling mess already, but I can still find a steady pace to lift and fall on him like a good fucking girl. Seeing his eyes roll back in his head only adds to the triumph.
We thrust and grind, chests pressed together while trading slow, languid kisses. Each time I sink down on Warner, he gasps into my mouth, his steel pressing up against the hidden sweet spot that makes my vision burst into stars.
I bounce on him, slow at first but gaining in speed. I want to see every smile. Each muttered gasp or intake of breath. All the evidence of the man I’ve long wanted finally giving in to what was always meant to be.
His fingers dig into my hips and ass, propelling each movement. Prolonging the agony of him breaching every last part of me. My thrusts are shallow, but in this position, he’s at the perfect angle to snatch the oxygen from my lungs. It’s exquisitely overwhelming.
“You feel so good on top of me,” he grunts, panting for air.
I keep hold of his shoulders, slowing my strokes. “You do too.”
“God, I want to do so many things to you.”
“Everything,” I moan back. “I want everything with you. All of it. Forever.”
“It’s yours, love. I have always been yours.”
Hips rotating, I’m grinding on him when a squeal of tyres nearby precede light flooding the SUV. I duck my head to hide in Warner’s shoulder, still seated on him with his cock sheathed inside me.
At that second, Warner’s hips rise to piston into me. I call out in surprise, feeling full to a breaking point. I’m so riled up and over-sensitised, I can’t take much more from him.
Car doors slam before the lights extinguish, and we both sigh in relief. Warner cups the back of my neck to guide my lips back down to his, exchanging breath in a fast and furious kiss.
“Get in the backseat,” he says into my mouth. “Now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to bend your tight ass over and fuck you properly.”
After pecking his lips, I’m sure it’s not an elegant sight to watch me clambering from his lap. Warner slaps me on the ass again as I slide between the seats into the SUV’s spacious backseat. He exits to round the car, head swivelling to check if anyone is around.
When Warner climbs into the back and slams the door shut behind him, I know all bets are off. He pushes his jeans and boxers down to unveil his metal prosthetic, fully freeing himself in preparation.
“Face down,” he orders.
“Yes, boss.” I smile cheekily at him.
“Faster. I want a face full of that ass.”
Body still trembling from riding him, I turn over on the supple leather, pushing my chest down and backside up. Warner grabs my thigh from behind, steering it wider so my knees are spread wide apart.
I’m left exposed—bent in half, cheek pressed into the seat and ass suspended high in a vulnerable display. His breath is hot as it glides over my soaked holes, tickling swollen skin that pebbles in response.
“Such a perfect pussy.” Warner lays a kiss down on my mound. “It’s almost a shame to ruin it.”
Fire ignites where he tightly grips my hip, splaying one hand across my lower back to deepen my arching. I whimper pathetically, needing to feel him. Or anything at all but the fear of what we must face once this is over.
“Fuck!” he roars, plunging in.
I’m rocked back and forth on the seat by several fast, almost frantic thrusts, testing my limits in this position then shattering straight through them. From here, Warner can pump into me as powerfully as he pleases, keeping me bent in submission.
The intense feeling of being overwhelmed reaches a new peak, allowing a sizzling electrical current to stream through my extremities each time he glides back inside. I greedily accept each stroke, each slap of his skin on mine, each drop of uncontrolled Warner in all his glory.
“Yes!” I cry out, gripping the edges of the seat. “God, I need to come.”
“You will, love. You’re so tight around me.”
Another spank and I’m aroused in every cell, breath shooting past my slack lips. The pain cuts through my mental fog and sends me catapulting towards a black hole of all-consuming pleasure. His continued rutting ensures there’s no turning back, leaving me a gasping wreck.
Even with its size and weight, the SUV rocks around us from Warner’s commanding strokes. For the life of me, I can’t find it in me to care if anyone can see what’s happening. Not until I’ve found the end point to this torturously building climax.
“After I break this greedy little pussy, you’re going to limp in there and make those idiots see who you belonged to first.” Warner doesn’t stop thrusting. “Ensure they understand.”
“You. Always you.”
“That’s right. You can kiss their lips and bat those bloody lashes, but you’ll have my seed running down your legs the whole time. I’ll be the one soaking into your skin.”
“Fuck, Warner!”
“And the next time Hyland decides to fill this cunt while I’m working in my office, I’ll walk in there and make him watch while I sample it first. Only then can he dare to take a taste for himself.”
This should not be so goddamn hot. It isn’t hot. Not even a little bit. Only it really fucking is and my core clenches around the steely force swelling inside it, promising a hard-earned end to the onslaught.
“You can let Hyland take you,” Warner continues gruffly. “Or Axel. Hell, even that dickhead Blaine if that’s what gets you wet and ready for me. As long as you don’t forget.”
“Forget… what?”
He hits me again, harder this time. Pain radiates across my rear, melting past tingling flesh to mingle with the treacle-like heat oozing through me. I’m close. So fucking close I can almost taste the orgasm.
“That.” He pummels into me, over and over. “You’re.” Another spank, right across my stinging ass cheek. “Still.” One more forceful pump. “Mine.”
We fall apart together, finding mutual destruction in each other’s climax. I feel myself clamp around him while Warner grips my hips in a vice, allowing him to sink in deep. We cry out in unison, creating a ragged chorus.
Heat rushes inside me then spreads, adding to the blissful agony of letting go. It’s a monumental surrender. My torso shakes and knees burn from the force of being suspended at his mercy, a willing recipient of his shooting seed.
Each tidal wave barging through me sets off more internal fireworks. Over and over. The sensation continues to roll through me, prolonging the endless torrent. It doesn’t stop even when his weight collapses onto my back, sending us both falling.
We tangle together on the backseat, no discernible space between our sweat-soaked limbs. I feel Warner slip out of me as he twists, allowing his release to spill onto my thighs. Common sense quickly rears its head at the strange feeling.
“We didn’t use protection,” Warner mutters.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Shit! I’m so sorry, Em. I got caught up and didn’t think.”
“It’s not just your responsibility,” I pant for air. “We both forgot.”
“Bloody hell. And I’ve trashed the backseat.”
Breaking out in laughter, I roll onto my back so I can look up at him. He’s half-slumped, half-braced over me, still trying to catch his breath. Seeing his baby blues so full of life makes me grin like a fucking idiot.
“You were worth the wait.”
His lips hook up in a matching smile. “Oh yeah?”
“I’d say so.”
“I may need a couple more rounds to make up my mind on that front. Care to volunteer?”
I run a hand over his mussed salt and pepper hair. “Believe we have a plane to catch.”
“It has a bedroom.”
“And non-soundproof walls.”
His smile turns devious. “Even better.”
“Warner!”
Both giggling, we startle when there’s a light tap on the back window. Warner curses, struggling to yank his boxers and jeans into place so his ass isn’t hanging out. All I can really do is cross my legs.
Pressing the window control, he lowers it an inch to peer out. His shoulders visibly relax and the window drops another few inches to reveal familiar, dirty-blonde hair, piled up in a messy bun above twinkling olive eyes.
“Could you have picked a worse spot?” Hyland greets.
“Wasn’t much thought in it,” Warner responds with a grin.
“Evidently. We’re all waiting upstairs.”
“Give us a minute?”
“I gave you thirty. Now we’re out of time.”
Peering into the backseat, Hyland lazily drags his gaze over my bare legs. I know the second he’s spotted the warm pool that’s between my thighs and slicked across the dark leather. It takes a moment for it to register, then he quirks a brow in question.
“Do I need to call the medic for the morning after pill too?”
Wonderful. Not embarrassing at all.
My head crashes against the seat as I slump. “Please.”
“I expected more responsibility from you, team leader.”
“Fuck off, Hy,” Warner threatens.
“Very reckless.” He chortles in amusement. “I’ll be upstairs.”
I groan up at the car’s fabric ceiling. “And I’ll be here pretending we weren’t just caught in the backseat like two teenagers.”
“Good luck with that, red,” Hyland calls over his shoulder. “I’d like it known now that the next parking garage hookup is all mine.”