Marin
Iam soaked. Drenched.
Every time I look at Davis, my clit flutters and I feel like I’m seeing flashbulbs everywhere. I blink away my dreamy haze and try to pull myself together as the valet comes around to open my door.
“Madam,” he says, giving me sparkling eyes. He’s young. Sweet. Hardly older than me. His fake brass name tag reads “Bryce.”
But uh-oh. Now that he’s looking at me, I notice he’s got that thing happening that my grandpa is always warning me about. The haze of temptation.
He offers a hand to help me down out of Davis’ truck, but I try to wave him away. “I’ve got it,” I insist, even though I clearly do not. Considering I’m in a jacked-up hemi, wearing six-inch stilettos and a red satin dress that clings like sexy Saran wrap.
“No, please, allow me,” he says, locking eyes with me.
Lead them not into temptation, little girl! Grandpa’s voice bellows in my ear.
Before I have a chance to withdraw my hand, the valet takes it. Behind me, Davis growls, “Watch it, man.” His voice is low and dangerous as a panther in the dark.
But the valet is in a conversation with his buddy and he’s not really aware of Davis’ warning. Now he offers his other hand, guiding me out of the truck by both my hand and my upper arm.
“No, no, no,” I protest, “I’ve…”
Like a freaking starting pistol has been fired, Davis hurls himself out of his side of the truck and launches himself onto the valet from behind. “Didn’t you hear her, you motherfucker?” he snarls as he tackles him from behind. “No means no.”
Oh geez.
Poor little Bryce goes down with a startled squeal and my heart leaps into my throat. Davis looks ready to kill him, right there on the pavement, in front of all the fancy fannies at Mastriano’s. People’s mouths dropped open, pearls well and truly clutched.
I scramble down, desperately attempting to separate Davis from the valet. All the while trying to make sure my skirt doesn’t ride up to reveal my naked self underneath. Because goodness, the fancy fannies in the restaurant most definitely don’t need to see my fanny over their olive oil and bread.
I grip Davis’ massive shoulders with all my might.
“Davis, please, please don’t do this. Please!”
“No means no, you little. Piece. Of. Shit,” he growls. He’s got one arm up and cocked, ready to rearrange Bryce’s babyface in the worst possible way.
I really am in love.
But still. “Davis!” I say. “Please!”
“Sir! I didn’t mean anything by it,” Bryce sputters out his protests through blubbers and, oh no, tears. The poor boy is crying in terror. He might wet his uniform khakis next, and who could blame him?
My hands are not getting through to Davis, not even a little.
I press my lips close to his ear, whispering in a way people do with horses when they’re ferocious and full of rage.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I utter softly. “Please, I’m fine.
He didn’t hurt me. Don’t make a mess of things for us before we even have a chance. ”
That gets through to him. His body relaxes, his breathing slows down and he lowers his arm. “Jesus fuck,” he growls. “You’re making an animal out of me, little girl.”
My body responds to that before my brain. Primal. Urgent. The most basic need.
Do I like that? Heck yes, I like that. But I’d rather my animal be out of jail, thanks.
“Tell him you’re sorry,” I whisper. “Make this right.”
Davis flashes his greedy eyes at me. “If he touches you again, I’ll kill him.”
He says it like a confession, not a threat. Like it’s beyond his control. Like it’s up to me to keep the world safe from him.
I rise to my feet, the hem of my dress and my crotch just inches from Davis’ face. He looks up at me with hunger and desperate need. “Fuck, baby girl. I don’t know if I can be out in the world with you.”
I smile down at him, softly touching his cheek. “Please.”
“Alright, alright,” he grumbles, and then helps poor Bryce up from the asphalt.
“You should apologize,” I insist.
Davis levels me with an angry glare that instantly makes my pussy gush. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”
I lift my eyebrow. “Right now,” I challenge him.
Davis’ expression changes. Something tells me he’s not used to a woman standing up to him. If looks could talk, this one would say, You mouthy little brat. And I like it.
My goodness. I’d get down on my knees to see that anger. “He’s very sorry,” I say to Bryce, without breaking Davis’ stare. “Aren’t you?”
Davis narrows his eyes at me, running his tongue over his teeth. So cocky. So sexy. And slowly, he shakes his head no.
This man.
Bryce seems glad to take the apology, no matter where it’s from. He nods quickly, dusting himself off. “Yes, sir. So many apologies. It will never happen again.”
***
In a table at the quiet corner, we take our seats. Everything looks calm now, except for Davis. He’s staring at me with lust in his eyes. The muscles on his jaw keep flexing. His leg keeps moving under the table, shaking the cutlery. “I’m so fucking hard right now, baby. I have to fuck you. Now.”
Sweet Jesus, thank you. Thank you. I glance around. The place is full of people. “Do you think you can make it through dinner?”
He eats a breadstick angrily. “Not a fucking chance.”
“’Kay. So. What do we do?”” I take a sip of my Shirley Temple, my hands trembling.
This is all new territory for me. I could happily bask in this electrifying and sultry sensation for a hot minute, but I can feel the energy coming off of him.
Like a male lion pacing around at the zoo.
If I don’t do something quickly, he’ll lash out at the next person that so much as looks at me. I just know it.
“Bathroom,” Davis says.
“Here?” I ask, incredulous. “With all of these people listening?”
“You got a better idea, baby girl? If I don’t have you right fucking now, if I don’t make you mine again, I’ll burn this place to the ground the next chance I get.”
Somehow, I believe him. He is raw power. Pure fury. And all for me.
He stands up and tips his head toward the back. “Bathroom. Now.”
My body rolls with a wave of yes. I obediently set my napkin down, smoothing my dress.
He places one hand on my hip, guiding me in front of him.
He’s close behind me as we walk past the open-plan kitchen.
The sizzle in the pans is nothing compared to the sizzle between us.
As we near the bathrooms, I feel his erection pressing hard into the small of my back.
I use all my self-control not to reach back and touch it. But I keep my eye on the prize—the bathroom is only ten steps away.
But Davis doesn’t let me reach it, he scoops me into a supply closet. He slams his hand up against the door and pushes me hard up against it, while simultaneously unbuckling his belt. With my cheek pressed against the wood, I feel him penetrate me before I can even say please.
He groans as he meets my wetness. I’m dripping for him and it’d be too embarrassing if I wasn’t crazy with need.
Right now, though, all I care about is him and the incredible pleasure his touch can give me.
I reach between my legs, parting my folds to give him better access as he enters me rough and deep.
So possessive. So final. So freaking good that I can’t even see straight.
My knees weaken and I press against the door for support. I keep my two fingers in a V around my opening, savoring the feeling of his shaft as it drives in and out. In and out. With every pummeling drive, I feel him hitting a new place, a new spot. A whole new level of bliss.
“Oh my god,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?”
“That’s your g-spot, baby,” he growls. He pulls back almost all the way, only to drive into me with the torturous slowness, pushing down against that magical spot into me with full care.
“My geez spot?” I pant, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the kaleidoscope of pleasure he took me so many times last night. Every sermon I ever heard comes into my mind. “Well, hallelujah.”
He laughs, all cocky. “G-spot.”
Another full penetration, and my body clamps down on him hard. He keeps me pressed against his body, not letting me move away. Woah nelly, this horse is on it’s way. “Ohhhh Davis, I’m gonna…”
“Atta fucking girl,” he growls, fucking me harder as he digs his huge hands into my ass. “Come for me. Come on this dick.”
“Yes, please, please. Oh my God,” I whine, my lips against the metal door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh my god… I’m….”
His grunts get harder, his thrusts get more savage. “I’m gonna come, baby girl. And you’re gonna come with me. Right fucking now.”
“Yes,” I pant. “I’m… oh Davis…”
There it is. There it is. Filling my body with hot caramel bliss.
Behind me, I feel Davis shake along with me. His face rests in the crook of my neck. His growls join the thumps of my heartbeat. As he keeps thrusting into me, I feel his semen drip out of me, sliding down my thighs.
He hooks his arm under my hips to keep me where he wants me.
My head spins with the strength of my pleasure, my body quivers with desire.
And he keeps fucking me. I feel him spit hard into the crack of my ass.
His first finger and then his first two fingers penetrate me.
The searing pain of it only intensifies my pleasure.
My pussy and now my ass spin white-hot circles inside me, shooting stars through my body like sparklers.
Like explosions. Like white hot molten metal heat.
And the pleasure, oh my god, the pleasure… it’s almost… it’s just…
It’s more than I’ve ever…
More than I can even…