12. “Should I StayShould I Go?” #5
Being disowned wasn’t a common circumstance. Other people couldn’t imagine how such abandonment felt, so she stopped trying to explain it a long time ago. But Soren somehow understood enough to meet her confession with real empathy.
It was cathartic to say these things out loud. Sort of like a gut check that reminded her she had done okay.
“We don’t talk anymore. And before you ask, no, I’m not secretly hoping we’ll reconcile.”
He nodded. “My dad hated that he couldn’t control us. He always said I was too stubborn. Bullheaded, was the term he used.” He breathed out a laugh. “The irony is, all the things he criticized in us were traits we inherited from him.”
“Not me. My mother’s never entertained a carnal thought in her life. I’m pretty sure I was conceived through immaculate conception.”
At that, he did laugh and the mood lifted. They finished the rest of the meal dancing around heavy topics, but never fully avoiding them. Both she and Soren had screwed up parents and, in a way, she liked that they shared that.
“What do you say we get out of here? Head back to my place like a couple of filthy-minded heathens and see how hard we can sin.”
She set her napkin on the table. “I’ll race you to the car.”
As they left the restaurant, Soren kept a hand on the base of her spine. He opened doors and slowed his pace to match her shorter strides. But when they got to his SUV, he pressed a hand to the door. “Wait.”
When she turned, he crowded her with his body, pinning her back to the car.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”
Relieved nothing was wrong, she softened. “Okay. Go ahead. This is a date after all. I suppose you’ve earned a kiss goodnight.”
Stepping closer, his hard body pressed into hers. Her hands rested on the solid plain of his chest, gliding up to his broad shoulders, to wreath around his neck. When his mouth brushed hers, the contact was soft and coaxing.
As his lips teased softly over hers, she whispered, “You better kiss me like you mean it, Hawthorne.”
There was a split second of reservation, then his control snapped.
A deep groan radiated from his chest as he claimed her mouth with unrestrained possession. Greedy and commanding, he kissed her as if trying to consume her soul. Her back pressed into the metal door, cool from the sea air, making her front burn all the more from his touch.
“Jesus, Jocelyn…” He pushed into her, pulling her closer as if trying to climb through her.
She breathed against his throat as he dragged his mouth along her jaw, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her, pinning her against the car. Her leg hooked around his hip and she arched into him as he ground his body against her damp panties.
Hand pushed under her dress, he wrenched the damp silk aside, shoving his fingers into her. She moaned, reclaiming his mouth, as her hands forked through his hair.
“More,” she begged, legs locked around his hips and her dress twisted about her waist.
He tugged his zipper, and the blunt tip of his cock pressed against her slick folds. She gasped as he pushed into her, bringing a bite of relief as he fully seated her on his cock.
“Fuck.” He pumped his hips, hard and fast, his hand coming to rest behind her head so she didn’t bang it on the glass. “So fucking sexy.”
Her moans mounted, echoing off dark structures in the distance as he pounded into her.
“Shh,” he laughed. “You’re gonna get us arrested.”
The threat only turned her on more.
She rode his cock with greedy determination, every moan climbing louder and more pitched than the last. He covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her cries, but it was too late.
She bit into his palm as she started to come, and his body trembled against hers in a broken rhythm as he lost the last of his control.
His head fell forward to her shoulder as he panted for breath. Slick and dripping with his release, she pulled off of him. Slowly, she slid down his body until she stood on shaky legs.
His release seeped down her thighs like a dirty secret.
“Sorry.”
“For what?” she righted her dress.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Rising on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t ever have to apologize for that.”
When she shivered, he adjusted her wrap and kissed her with all the tenderness they’d missed over the last five minutes. He helped her into the car, turned on the seat warmer, and buckled her in tight. Then he reached over her to grab something out of the center console.
Soren’s car was stocked like a luxe Uber Black. He had water bottles, napkins, and even snacks in the hidden compartments. Using a water bottle, he wet a napkin and reached for her knee.
She caught his arm. “What are you doing?”
“I was going to clean you up.” He made a subtle gesture toward her thighs. “I made a mess.”
“Leave it.”
His concern shifted to confusion. “Really?”
“Yes. I like knowing you’re still inside of me.”
He turned away and breathed out a curse. “You’re gonna get me hard again if you keep talking like that.”
She bit her lip and smiled. “Good. Because it’s a long drive back to Hideaway and I was thinking of ways we could pass the time.”
“Fuck, Jocelyn. I don’t know how much more I can handle.”
Her hand moved to his crotch where a bulge remained. “Let’s find out.”
He dropped his head forward as she fondled him, his breath turning heavy as he braced an arm on the side of the door. “Let me get inside before I fuck you again.”
He shut her door, and she was submerged in air-controlled silence. Then he slid behind the wheel and fastened his seatbelt.
The console lights cast blue shadows on his tense jaw, and his breathing was ragged as he pulled out of the parking lot. Once they reached the road towards home and she knew they had several miles to travel without turns, she unfastened her seatbelt and shifted onto her knees.
“Is this okay?”
Soren sucked in a breath and adjusted his seat so she could fit her shoulders comfortably between his torso and the wheel. He only managed a small sound of agreement.
“Just relax and try not to crash,” she told him, pulling down his zipper and slowly withdrawing his engorged cock.
Pre-cum seeped from the swollen tip. She licked it away and hummed at the lingering flavor of her own body still clinging to his skin. When she took him into her mouth, his spine stretched, and he groaned. He flicked off the music and the car filled with her soft sucking sounds.
His hand rested on the back of her head, tangling in her hair as he guided her lower. “That’s it, baby. Take all of it. Nice and deep.”
She relaxed her jaw and opened her throat, knowing exactly how he liked his cock sucked. His grip tightened as she picked up pace, her saliva coating his skin and removing any friction.
“Fuck, Jocelyn…”
Her lips tightened around him, and she moaned, letting the sound vibrate against his flesh. There was something so erotic about doing this to a man as meticulous as Soren. Something intimate and trusting. He liked control, and she liked to steal it from him.
Her hand worked up and down the thick length of him as her mouth sealed tightly, pulling and wringing every drop of pleasure.
As he got closer, a guttural moan left his throat, and he shifted in his seat. “Joce.”
She didn’t let up. Instead, she tugged faster, sucking harder.
“Jocelyn.”
She knew he was close and she wasn’t stopping until he finished.
“Fuck—” The car veered, and she swayed.
He threw it in park and pushed her head down, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock in the back of her throat. His release shot out of him, his muscles jumping and flexing as his rhythm fell apart. He collapsed back into his seat with a long groan.
She licked up his length, lapping up every last trace.
Soren panted for breath, head tipped back, jaw lax, and eyes closed. “I think you killed me.”
Wiping her swollen lips on the back of her hand, she laughed.
The SUV was crooked, parked haphazardly on the shoulder of the road, so she turned on the hazards. “I guess you enjoyed that.”
He peeked through thick black lashes and smirked. “Come here.” Cupping a hand to the back of her neck, he pulled her to him for a deep kiss.
Some men would flinch at kissing a woman after she finished him so completely. But not Soren. Beneath his polished exterior hid an absolutely filthy deviant who relished the raw, unrefined parts of sex.
“You’re incredible.”
“So are you.” She smiled against his lips, and the kiss shifted to something deeper. If not for the steering wheel being in her way, she would have crawled fully onto his lap.
“We’re never going to make it home if we keep touching each other.”
“You’re right.” He scrubbed his face with his palms and took a rousing breath. “Get over there. And keep your hands to yourself.”
She smirked and settled back into her seat, refastening her belt. Soren eased back on the road and turned the radio on low.
Maybe it was the autumn air, or maybe it was the wine. Jocelyn was so relaxed, so content in that moment, she found it difficult to keep her eyes open.
Smiling, because her mouth seemed permanently stuck in that shape these days, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle lull of the car moving around curves and weaving in and out of back roads.
She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, Soren was lifting her out of the Escalade and carrying her into his house.
She only stirred slightly at the sound of his keys and her purse settling on the table in the foyer.
He carried her up the curved staircase, his steps measured and steady until he lay her gently in his bed.
Sinking into the luxurious bedding, she smiled up at him as he brushed a knuckle over the arch of her cheekbone. Framed in shadows, he stared down at her as moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows.