Chapter Eleven
We pull up in the familiar parking lot, and I’m transported back to a time when we frequented this area.
I look up at the office building that’s closed due to the weekend, and I’m instantly flooded with feelings of nostalgia.
We used to come here all the time because it was far enough from our house that no one would accidentally stumble on Wild’s car, but close enough that we could get back to the house quickly if Sara figured out what we were doing.
While we had to mix it up sometimes, this was our favorite place to come.
The parking lot was in the back of the building, hidden from the road, and it also faced a wooded area, so we rarely worried about anyone coming up behind us when we were in the back seat.
“It’s been so long since we’ve been here.” I cast a shy glance at him, suddenly feeling like I’m sixteen years old again.
“Do you wanna get in the back?” he asks, reminiscent of the first time he asked me that in this very parking lot.
I look in the back before turning my head to meet his gaze. “I don’t know,” I tell him. “I think I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like that.”
“We only have to do what you’re comfortable with. You know I would never hurt you,” he says, repeating those exact words he said to me all those years ago.
I turn around briefly to the back seat of the SUV he’d rented before I climb between the seats.
Wild follows suit, getting out of the car and climbing into the back seat with me.
It isn’t long before our mouths are attached.
His hands are in my hair. Mine are playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as our tongues dance wildly with each other.
“Fucking hate it when I can’t touch you when I want,” he growls between kisses. He pulls me onto his lap to straddle him, and his dick rises beneath me. I grind down on him, and a moan escapes my lips just as a groan leaves his.
I remember one of the first times we did this, me in his lap, both of us clothed, grinding against each other like we were desperate to be naked but not ready for that step.
He raises his hips just as I grind down again, and we find a perfect rhythm.
But this isn’t like the first time we did this, when things were new and slightly uncoordinated.
Now, Wild manages to hit my clit with every upward thrust.
I press my lips to his neck and let my tongue drag upward toward his ear, knowing that’s one of his favorite spots. “Shit, Saint, you know I love that.”
“I love you,” I whisper in his ear, and he pulls back, sliding his hands up my body to my face and staring deep into my eyes. He cups my cheeks, dragging his thumb along the apples of them.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I shake my head even though I knew then and I know now, but I loved hearing him profess his love for me so explicitly. “I will never love another woman… Another person, the way that I love you.” He hesitates before continuing, “Can I show you something?”
I look at him curiously before nodding. He lets his hands drop before lifting me onto my knees, so I’m not resting directly on top of him, and he can lower his sweatpants. His thigh tattoo sits right below the hem of his boxers, and I wonder if he’s pretending to show it to me for the first time.
“For Saint only,” I whisper as I drag my finger along the ink.
He holds my face, forcing me to look at him before swiping his nose gently against mine.
“It means my lap is always reserved for you and you only.” Arousal dances beneath my skin and pools between my legs instantly.
I lower myself back onto his lap and press my lips to his, continuing our kiss with even more passion than before.
“Let me see your pussy,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I can’t take another second without knowing what it looks like. ”
A surge of lust moves through me at the thought of this specific role-play we’ve done.
We don’t do it often, but every once in a while, we revert to those nights when all of this was fresh and new and scary and sexy and exciting.
I think being back in our hometown, specifically in one of the spots we used to frequent to have sex, is stirring up some familiar feelings.
I slide down my joggers, leaving me in silky red underwear.
“Do you wanna move it yourself?” I ask, referring to the tiny piece of fabric separating my sex from his gaze.
I gently grab his hand and guide it toward the edge of my underwear, and I shudder when the coarseness of his fingertip drags over my inner thigh.
“Saint,” he whispers, “can I?”
“Please,” I beg him. “Touch me, I've been dying to know what your hands feel like on me.”
“Fuck,” he says, and that one word slithers across my skin like a promise of what’s to come, and then his fingers are wrapped around the silk, and he’s moving the fabric to the side, revealing my bare pussy to him.
I look up at him as he stares down at my pussy with a look that is filled with lust and shock, and excitement.
“So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
” His fingers stroke my lips gently, and I notice that he doesn’t part my lips yet.
He just pets the skin gently, relishing in the softness of my bare pussy.
He is breathing heavier now, but his breaths are shaky. “I’ve thought about your pussy so many times. Sometimes I lie awake at night and fuck my hand thinking about you in one room over. I know it’s wrong, but I just… can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Can I sit on your lap now?” I ask, and his nostrils flare, knowing what I plan to do.
“Fuck yeah, you never have to ask. You can whenever you want.”
It takes me no more than a second to get my underwear off, and then I’m straddling his thigh.
“Can I do it?” he asks. I nod instantly, and then his hand is against me, spreading my lips gently and opening my sex up to him.
The cool air tickles the flesh, and my body clenches as it prepares for what’s to come.
I push myself onto his thigh and begin rubbing myself against him, using his thigh in an effort to get me off.
I rub my clit against his thigh tattoo, branding him in another way, other than my name inked into the skin.
“I love that this is mine,” I moan.
“Every inch of me is yours,” he confesses. “Always has been.”
I rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing in the same little bit of air as I inhale, and he exhales. The hair on his thigh tickles my skin and adds to the heat coursing through me caused by the friction on my clit.
“God, I’m getting close.” I breathe out.
“Oh, thank fuuuuck,” he groans. “Ride me like I’m yours, Saint, and then come all over my thigh.
Mark me, baby.” I’m gliding along his thigh easily now, my pussy dripping all over him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says in a low, gruff voice that only comes out when his orgasm is looming, and he’s trying to hold off on coming.
His hands trail down my body to my hips, and he starts moving me faster against him.
I grip his shoulders for leverage, and my eyes flutter shut just as my orgasm starts.
“Oh, there it is. Fucking give that shit to me now.” My eyes are still closed, so I don’t notice his hand until it’s wrapped around the nape of my neck, and my mouth is slammed against his.
My thrusts against him are so erratic at this point, but I don’t care.
All I care about is the pleasure between my legs and the man responsible for it.
I finally stop moving and drop my forehead to his shoulder as I try to slow my breathing and my racing heart.
“Jesus,” I whisper. My pussy feels raw and swollen, but the need to have Wild inside me is building by the second, so I don’t waste another moment before I reach inside his briefs to pull out his dick.
“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. “Do that again on my dick,” he says, referring to my orgasm.
I grip his cock, wrapping my hand around the base, and let him graze my entrance, dragging the tip through my wet slit.
“Don’t you dare fucking tease me after you just grinded your sexy little pussy all over me.
Put it in,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I… I’m not sure it’ll fit.” I tell him, pushing us back into our role-play.
His eyes, which were previously full of hunger, soften dramatically at the thought of channeling himself from eight years ago.
“We’ll go slow.” He nods at me as he puts his hand gently over mine.
“But play with your clit for me. It’ll make it feel better.
” He puts his fingers on top of mine, and together, we begin to slowly rub my clit in circles.
“Keep it wet and hot.” He’s staring at my pussy where it hovers barely an inch over his cock before I move down slowly, letting his leaking tip kiss the folds.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say as I watch us in fascination.
“I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone but you,” he says as he drags his nose down the side of my face.
I gasp, and then I push myself onto him, caring less about staying in the moment of “losing my virginity” and more about feeling his cock inside me.
He groans when he bottoms out inside me and then again when I move up and glide slowly down him again.
I press my lips to his, and they begin moving in a similar rhythm to our movements below.
It’s been a long time since we’ve had sex in a car, but the muscle memory comes back easily.