10. Siena #2
Before the words are out of his mouth, my orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart from the inside out, as my cum soaks us both.
He pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me through it.
He hasn’t relented his punishing pace, since he first pushed inside me, like he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Like he never wants to stop.
He tightens his grip around my throat as he slams into me one more time, his cock swelling and pulsing as he releases inside me. “Holy fuck!”
When his spasms quiet, he buries his face in my neck as my pussy squeezes him, milking out every drop. “Baby,” he groans. Softly, so softly that I’m not sure I hear him correctly, I think he whispers, “I miss you so fucking much.”
He releases my hands, and as my arms fall around his neck, he slides his arms around me, holding me so close that the buttons from his shirt are pressing into my chest. Letting me hold him.
He nuzzles my neck and chest, bruising me as his grip tightens, clutching me like a drowning man.
A deep growl emanates from his chest and reverberates through my body.
Something like contentment settles over me like a blanket, a feeling of peace I haven’t felt in weeks. Having him in my arms, our limbs entangled, sweaty and panting, feels like home.
Before I can even finish the thought, much less process what that means or how I feel about it, he stands up abruptly, tucking his cock back into his pants, tucking in his shirt, and zipping up.
He won’t look at me, as I stare up at him, naked on the hood of the car except for the shredded leggings and my boots.
I lay back and close my eyes, limp and exhausted, but when I hear his footsteps, I jerk my head up to see him walking away toward the back of the parking garage.
What the fuck?
Great, so I guess he’s done with me? Embarrassed and angry with myself for getting sucked into his game of using me when he’s bored, I slide off the hood of the car, and put on my bra before jerking my dress over my head.
No panties, no leggings. Our cum dripping down my thighs. A great look for walking around Manhattan in 40 degree weather. Why am I such a fucking idiot?
As quick as I can, I unzip my boots and peel off my socks, then the ripped leggings, pulling the socks back on as I shiver in the cold garage. Snatching my coat off the hood of the car, I see the dents I put there when I slammed my heels down when I came the first time and smile.
“Hope you don’t mind that I fucked up your car,” I yell after him.
“Not my car,” he yells back. His smug tone knocks the smile off my face.
Great. So it is Vin’s car. I hope he doesn’t hold it against me when it comes to helping me break into Emily’s phone.
I shove my torn leggings and panties into my bag and grimace as I try to figure out what to do with my cum-soaked coat. Finding my hat, I tug it on my head, then dig my gloves out of the pockets, hoping there’s a shop nearby with warm clothes.
An engine roars to life in the parking garage, and the squeal of tires sounds off as Matti pulls up in front of me in a black car I don’t recognize. He rolls down the driver side window.
“Get in.” His jaw is set, his expression icy, but he licks his lips as his eyes rake over my bare legs.
“So this is your car.”
“One of them, yes. Now get in. I’m taking you home.” His voice is commanding and harsh, like he wasn’t just balls deep in my pussy literally three minutes ago, moaning my name while he came inside me.
His arrogance flips a switch inside me. Seriously, fuck this asshole.
“Pass,” I snap, turning on my heel. What the fuck is he playing at?
“I’m not asking, Siena. Get in the fucking car.”
I whirl around and stalk over to his door. He’s watching me, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face, as I lean into his open window. “Kiss me.”
His breathing picks up and his gaze immediately drops to my mouth. His own lips part, and he licks his bottom lip and then bites it before lifting his eyes back to mine with a sneer.
“Say ‘please,’” he hisses mockingly.
I recoil, hurt and disgusted at the same time.
“Or are you saving all your begging for Vin these days?” he snarls.
“Fuck you, Matteo .”
He opens the driver side door to get out, and I kick the door hard and turn and sprint toward the parking garage exit behind Vin’s car, throwing my body against the heavy door and praying that it opens. It does, with a loud screech, and I fall into the middle of a busy sidewalk.
I push my way through the people on the sidewalk and start to run. When I glance behind me, Matti isn’t there. Turning the corner, I slow down and try to blend into the crowd heading toward the train station.
The sign over the station is a half a block away when I hear a god-awful screeching of tires and people screaming. Whipping around, I watch in horror as Matti’s car jumps the corner curb and cuts across traffic heading straight for me.
People scatter, cars slam on their breaks and blare their horns as Matti barrels across both lanes of traffic, mows down the No Parking sign on the sidewalk in front of me, and screeches to a halt inches away, blocking my path to the station steps.
Frozen in place, I’m wide-eyed and in shock as he opens his driver side door and stands up calmly, looking at me over the hood of the car. He jerks his chin toward the passenger side, indicating for me to get in.
“I fucking hate you!” I scream at him, clutching my arms to my chest and squeezing my thighs together, freezing as blasts of cold air hit my bare pussy dripping with his cum.
He nods, almost like he’s bored. “I know.”
“FUCK!” Shaking with cold and rage, I stomp over to the car and rip open the passenger side door. I throw myself into the seat and slam the door, curling into a ball away from him and face the window, ignoring the irate stares and angry rants of pedestrians and drivers around us.
He reaches over and pulls the safety belt over me, clicking it into the buckle, then maneuvers the car off the sidewalk and back into traffic.
Neither one of us speaks the entire way back to Jersey, and when he pulls up in front of my house, I get out and slam the car door behind me without a word.
It’s not until I close the front door with a bang that he finally pulls away.