Chapter 29 #2
“Keep fucking riding then, Princess.” And she does.
I grind my teeth, trying to hold myself back as I watch her ass cheeks rippling with the momentum.
I feel her walls tighten around me as she pumps onto my dick.
My lap is saturated in her wetness and it’s only getting wetter with the next orgasm that she is chasing.
I bite my lip and let out a growl at the feel of her pulsing around me.
“Jack!” she shouts as release finds her again.
She doesn’t stop for a second, though, riding out her orgasm and helping me find mine.
I’m already right there with her and I bark out her name as I am sent stumbling over the edge.
She falls back against my chest again, panting and sweaty. Perfect.
I am still inside her and the feel of her moving against my overly sensitive cock makes me shudder. “Fuck, Em,” I say as I cradle her to me, dropping kisses on her neck and shoulder, wherever I can reach at this angle.
I can’t help but run my hands up and down her naked flesh, sated but still wanting more of her. She whimpers when I pinch her nipple. I need to know if I can make her come just from playing with these, they’re so sensitive. I can’t wait to have enough time to experiment.
I drop one of my hands between her legs, opening her with my fingers and feeling how soaked she is.
“Fuck, I’ve made a mess of you.” I hold my hand in front of us and show her my fingers that are glistening with her, “Is all this for me?” I ask before bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking her off me. “Perfect.”
I slowly guide my hand back down her body, touching all of her on my way down to her pussy. Her sharp intake of breath at the first brush of my fingers there, tells me how sensitive she is after the two orgasms she just had, and it spurs me on to spin a tiny circle over her clit.
“Jack,” she whimpers, her whole body shaking.
“Yes?” I ask, my voice is low in the back of my throat.
“I can’t again.” Every word is said on a whimper as I slowly circle my spot.
“No?” I ask. “Would you like me to stop?”
“No.” How quickly she answers is proof enough that she can come again. And she will. “I just—” she starts.
“Yes, baby?”
“It might take me a while…” She is squirming in my lap now, pumping her hips against my fingers. I can’t get enough of seeing her like this. Completely out of control and chasing her pleasure. Pleasure that I am more than ready and willing to give to her. Again, and again.
“I couldn’t give a fuck if we’re here all night, with your naked body up against mine riding my fingers for hours. In fact. That sounds like a perfect evening to me,” I whisper in her ear.
I keep circling her bundle of nerves, listening to her breaths start to catch again. Her legs are so far open as she rides my hand that I’m almost sad that I can’t see how she looks from the front, that perfect pussy on display for me.
“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? Needing me to get you off three times before we even get home,” I say to her as she whimpers.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fucking walk when we get back home.
You think you’re greedy for me now. If I’m not inside this cunt then it’s because I’ll be inside your mouth or finally this perfect ass you’ve been teasing me with.
When I need a second to get going in between you’re going to fuck my hand or my tongue.
You’re going to show me how you like to be fucked with all your different toys, then we are going to see if you can take me and one of your toys at the same time,” Emily tenses and then cries out as my fingers and my words send her over the edge again.
She falls back against me again, completely spent. “I can’t fucking wait to get back home,” she says through a sleepy grin.
***
After begrudgingly removing myself from Emily’s perfect pussy and getting her dressed and back in her own chair she turns to me with an eyebrow raised and asks, “Do I want to know how you know about this private little spot that is perfect for car sex?”
“Unfortunately, it’s nothing like that,” I pout.
“Unfortunately…”
I grin, “I was actually looking at buying a house down this lane when I first moved here. I stopped in this lay-by to…” I stop myself mid-sentence unsure of if I want to sully this perfect moment with the memory. Emily must notice my change in mood because she reaches out a hand to mine.
“When you…?” she coaxes, but I can tell by her expression that if I decide not to tell her, she won’t push.
“I pulled in to have a panic attack.”
“Oh, Jack.” Her reply is soft and sympathetic, again giving me the room to expand if I want to or finish the conversation if I don’t. But this is something I want to tell her about, it’s about my past and if we’re going to have a future then I want her to know me, rough parts and all.
I sigh, “It was a month after I got out of rehab from the accident. I had signed with the team and needed somewhere to live. I had always consulted with Harry and Jaz, about any big purchase in the past. They were both good at that stuff and Jaz really had her head screwed on being a lawyer and all. I’d just been to see this gorgeous four-bedroom house with loads of land and a massive eight car garage.
I loved it. I could have bought it outright in cash if I wanted. ”
I huff a laugh. “I still could. I didn’t know that at the time, I thought my career was over, I would have one more season in football, probably be benched every game and the sponsors would dry up.
I wanted to call Harry and get his advice, he would have told me ‘property is a good asset,’ and Jaz would have figured out how much I would have made on it if I sold it in five years time. But—”
I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath.
I need it to continue. “I couldn’t call them because they’re dead.
I think that was when it hit me. That I would never see them again.
I’d been so focused on getting better and back to football and making him proud that, I don’t know.
I forgot? Or I didn’t realise that, regardless of what I did, he wouldn’t be there to see it.
He wouldn’t have the chance to be proud. ”
I look up and see Emily’s eyes lined with silver as she studies me, “You’re a good man, Jack. From what you have told me of them, I know they would be so proud of what you have done with your second chance.” She reaches out and grasps my hand, gently squeezing.
The comment hits me like a spear to the heart and I gasp.
No one has ever confirmed what I had always hoped; that they would be proud of me.
For trying. A weight I didn’t realise I had been carrying for the past four years lifts off my chest. It makes my chin starts to quiver and before I can stop it, my eyes start to sting.
Emily’s arms are around me before I can take a breath in and she holds me tight to her shoulder, cradling my head. I release a sob against my will.
We sit like this for a while, Emily stroking my head as silent tears fall. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” she whispers soothingly. I chuff a small laugh, feeling my cheeks burn. When I pull my head back, I rest my forehead on hers, not wanting to meet her eyes.
Emily lifts her hands to cup my face and she slowly uses her thumbs to wipe under my eyes, like I have for her those few times she has been vulnerable with me.
She places small tender kisses on each cheek, my forehead, then finally my lips.
It’s more intimacy than I have ever shared with anyone and it ignites a new fire inside of me.
I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her and deepen the kiss.
“Mmmm,” she groans against my lips as she parries against my tongue with her own.
She pulls back and I immediately miss the feel of her against me.
“Maybe we should get home before we start again? The car sex was super hot, but I don’t fancy being arrested. ”
As gutted as I am about stopping, Emily does make a very good point. She would lose her job, and the press would kill for this story, it would be front page news for the rest of the year.
I lean back and open the driver’s side door.
“Where are you going?” Emily asks.
“I’m swapping with you.”
“You want me to drive?” Her eyebrows shoot into her hair line with shock. I take the keys out of the ignition and hand them to her to emphasise my point. “It’s your car and I trust you. Besides I’m too worked up to drive, it’s uncomfortable turning corners when the wheel keeps hitting my boner.”
She hits me playfully on the arm and laughs.