5. Foster #2
Pulling away, her lips are swollen, and her eyes remain hooded as if she wants the moment to linger, until her eyes flutter open to meet mine.
In a split second, she flickers an unknown feeling inside of me. Unfamiliar yet promising.
She lets out a breathy giggle. “You’re crazy for kissing me in an alley in downtown Chicago.”
“I’ll protect you. Besides, you’re crazy for what you are about to let happen.”
Quickly, I glance to the side to see my driver slow to the curb next to the alley and wait.
I indicate to Sutton by pointing toward my car.
In a hurry, we rush to the car. The divider is already up as we tumble onto our seats, and I slam the door shut, causing the sounds of the city traffic and a crosswalk signal to vanish.
Sutton’s breath comes quick from our kiss, laughter bubbling beneath the surface. As the car glides into motion, she tosses her hair back and fixes her gaze on me.
We're both basking in a thrill.
I’m about to speak, but I don’t get a chance to form a sentence because Sutton shifts quickly to straddle me. “Screw that. We don’t need to wait.” She’s riding the hem of her skirt up.
This woman has just opened a key to my soul.
“Someone enjoys misbehaving,” I taunt as I reach up to grab her hair and bring her lips to mine as I shift under her.
“Did I not mention that skill?” Her voice is scratchy as her hips press against mine.
We’re rushing because this is what it is. Physical gratification.
The feeling of her hands fumbling between us causes me to drop my eyes down and create a little space as she attempts to unbuckle my pants.
I’m not going to mess around, and I take control.
There’s a clink of metal from my belt as she slides off one leg, balances on her other knee to remove her panties, and that’s when I notice she is wearing black suspenders with stockings as she bunches her skirt at her waist.
She’s a fucking temptress.
“Do you always wear those?” I have to briefly glance away to grab a condom from my wallet.
“Only when I have meetings scheduled with you.” I have no idea if she’s serious or not, but it doesn’t matter as I’m already hard for her.
Tossing her fully away, her back rests against the smooth leather, and I grab her knee as she willingly parts her legs for me.
Her nails cling to my button-down shirt to pull me down against her as our lips slam together.
I transfer my weight to one forearm, and the hand of my other sneaks between us and slips through the buttons on her blouse, popping them in the process, but I want to feel her breast in my palm and the taut nipple that pebbles against her lace bra.
Sutton continues to lift her hips, encouraging me to plunge right into her. My teeth nip at her collarbone that she offers, and the touch of her silky-soft skin brushes against my lips.
We’re still far too hurried and greedy, but I don’t give a damn.
Abandoning her chest, my fingers find her soaking pussy, and I circle around her clit with the pad of my finger before slipping in once to pump her, and her slickness is a fucking entrapment that I’m unable to resist.
Aligning myself, I slide into her in a blunt thrust. We’re warm.
Everywhere. Arms, thighs, her pussy around my cock.
It’s the car moving, I know, but it still feels as though every thrust rocks the backseat.
Planting my palm above her head for leverage, I want to wreck her.
It might be easy to do as her legs wrap tighter around me, pulling me in deeper.
Her eyes flare and meet mine as I plunge in so deep, I’m not sure I’m not hurting her. She claws into my buttocks, hanging on to me as I take as much as she’ll give. We’re two people who are frantic and want to take everything from one another.
She moans, I grunt, and every movement I’m going deeper, even though I’ve already filled her. But this woman has me lost, temporarily leaving this world and releasing every morsel of stress and wanting to clasp onto her so it never ends. This is perhaps what people would call ecstasy.
We find a tempo together. Not slow, only determined. Our mouths messily steal kisses from each other before my lips drag down her neck.
“Foster.”
Good God, I love when she rasps my name, sounding like she’s barely hanging on.
“Almost.”
My pulse is on fire, my mind temporarily lost, and my body chases our goal.
I slow a little to touch her clit with my finger, stroking her enough to bring her closer to the edge.
When her orgasm starts to form, I return to the pace I want.
It’s a wave that rolls through me when I begin to come, her thighs remaining encircled around me as we both recover from the physical vortex we just experienced. It’s a few moments where our eyes hold, and lazy smiles form.
She’s beautiful when she looks thoroughly destroyed. Pride runs through me that it’s all my doing.
We’re both spent as I collapse to my side of the seat. Our breathing is still labored.
“Are we out of our system?” I throw out the question, and we both know the answer but are about to lie. What did we do? That orgasm that temporarily blinded me. Yeah, only a fool would commit to that just once.
“Yeah, totally.” Her voice is disbelieving.
Good. We’re on the same page.