Chapter 34 #2
Grim nods slowly. His jaw is tight, every muscle in his body tense. He looks mad, but I know better. He’s aroused. I look down, and sure enough, his erection is tenting his sweatpants.
I’m not sure who lunges for whom first.
One second, we’re sitting there, staring at each other. The next, his mouth is on mine, and I’m kissing him back like my life depends on it.
It’s wild. It’s crazy.
His lips are demanding, his tongue pushing into my mouth without asking permission. I open for him, meeting his tongue with my own. The kiss is rough and desperate.
My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand tangles in my hair, gripping tight. It’s not painful, but possessive.
I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.
Then I’m climbing over the center console, straddling him, pulling up my dress. The movement is awkward in the confined space, but I don’t care. I need this. Need him.
He rips off my panties with one hard yank, the fabric tearing easily in his strong hands, while I pull down his sweatpants, freeing his cock.
It springs up, thick and hard and ready.
I’m breathing hard. My chest is heaving. But then so is his.
I’m so wet I can feel it. Can feel how ready I am for him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
But I don’t care. Not right now.
I grip his cock in one hand, using the other to hold on to him. Then I’m sinking down on him, taking him inside me in one smooth motion.
His eyes go hazy. Mine roll right back.
We both groan long and hard.
He fills me completely. Stretches me. It’s almost too much, but it’s perfect.
“Fuck,” Grim hisses, his hands gripping my hips. “Wren—”
I don’t let him finish. I start moving, riding him hard and fast. There’s no gentleness. No slow buildup. Just raw, desperate need.
The car rocks with our movements.
His hips thrust up to meet mine, driving deeper with each stroke. The angle is perfect, hitting all the right spots.
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He groans, low and guttural. His hands move from my hips to unbutton my dress. Then he’s cupping my breasts through my thin bra. He squeezes them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I cry out, my back arching.
“These fucking tits,” he growls. “You’re so damned sexy, Wren. Your pussy feels like it was made for me… Fuuuuck!”
The possessiveness in his voice sends another wave of heat through me.
I’ve never done anything like this before. We could be caught…jailed…killed.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
I can’t stop. I won’t.
I keep riding him. My movements become more frantic. Less coordinated. I put both my hands on his shoulders, going up and down. Harder and harder. My breasts are bouncing. My bra may as well not be there.
“That’s it,” Grim encourages, his voice rough. “Ride me. Fucking take it…take all of it. It’s yours. My cock is yours.”
We are looking into each other’s eyes. I see the pleasure on his face, which is taut. His mouth just a little slack. His eyes are so hazy. He sucks on his thumb and then brings it down between us. Just the very tip finds my clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The sensation is electric. Overwhelming.
“Oooohhhh,” I moan. “Grim. I’m—”
“Yes! Do it… Fuck!” His thumb presses harder, moving faster. “Come on my cock, Wren. Come all over it.”
The combination of his words, his touch, the feeling of him inside me is too much.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, making my body shake and jerk. I cry out, probably too loud for the enclosed space, but I can’t stop myself.
My inner walls clench around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” Grim groans, taking my hips in both his hands and plowing into me from below.
His cock pulses inside me. I feel the warmth as he comes, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me down on him while he continues to spear into me.
His own cry mingles with mine, raw and primal. After a while, he slows until he stops. Our ragged pants fill the small space.
We stay like that for several long seconds. His forehead drops to my shoulder as he catches his breath.
My whole body is trembling. Whether from the orgasm or the adrenaline or both, I don’t know.
Slowly, reality starts to seep back in.
What did we just do?
I carefully climb off him, my legs shaky. We fix our clothes in silence. I pull my dress back down and do up a few buttons. He tucks himself back into his sweatpants. Then he hands me my torn-up panties.
“Sorry about that.”
“Um…it’s fine,” I tell him, taking them and stuffing them in my pocket. This dress has handy pockets. I’ll bet whoever designed it didn’t have panties in mind.
The air in the car feels thick. Charged with something neither of us wants to acknowledge. It smells like sex.
Shit!
“We should…” I clear my throat, picking up the discarded cellphone. “We should probably talk about those checkpoints. Figure out our route home. We shouldn’t wait too long. They might move, and then we’re done for.”
“Yeah,” Grim agrees. “Let me see what Drake sent.” He holds out his hand, and I give him the phone.
My brain is muddled from the encounter with the officer and from what just happened. More from what just happened.
Grim looks at the map for a few minutes, then he shows me a route, using his finger as he talks. “What do you think? It’ll take us an extra ten minutes, but we should be fine.”
I take a look at the map, trying hard to concentrate. I check again, just to be sure. “That looks good. I think we should rather be safe than sorry.”
“You should drive, just in case we run into Officer Dipshit. Hopefully, he’ll wave you right by.”
“You’ll hide in the back?”
Grim nods.
“We got really lucky,” I say.
“More like, you were really smart and handled that well. I’m sorry I overreacted. I just…”
“It was the adrenaline.” I shrug.
“Yes, that’s exactly right.” He nods. “And the sex…” He looks like he’s thinking it over, trying to come up with the right thing to say.
“It was a spur-of-the-moment situation that was completely adrenaline-fueled. You know…?” I fumble for the right words.
“Exactly. It would seem we get off on being in dangerous situations.”
I laugh. “I guess you’re right. We do. How weird are we?”
“I like weird.”
“Weird is good, but I think it would be better if we avoided them in the future.”
“Good idea,” he agrees, his voice flat. Grim gets out of the car, and I slide over behind the wheel. As soon as he’s ducked down in the back, I buckle up and reverse out.
The weird part is, I still feel wired. I still feel like I want more. Like that quick hook-up didn’t nearly scratch the itch.
I’m acutely aware that I’m not wearing underwear. I’m tempted to pull over and get into the back with Grim.
I can’t.
We can’t.
That was a mistake. One I can’t make again.