Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
MAYA
"I'm sorry you felt we needed to leave, Duncan. I regret that I never told you about Greg or about my dinner with Lawrence." I'm worried he's upset with me.
"Baby, don't apologize. Jonathon was being a royal wanker. Besides, I want to head to the flat for a nice shag before dinner. As for Greg, you made up for it when you introduced me as your boyfriend. Are you sure he or his son isn't in love with you?" I smile at him and lean over in my seat.
"I'm sure. They love me, but not like that. Honey, we can still have a nice shag in this gorgeous car of yours." I stroke the leather seat and reach across the console to his leg.
"Baby, don't tempt me." His voice lowers with his arousal.
"Well, let me see what I can do to tempt you." I reach up under my short dress and start to pull my panties off. Even with the slack in the seatbelt, this is hard, but I get them off and toss them at him. He groans as he sniffs them.
"Baby, you're going to cause us to be in an accident if you don't put these back on."
I push up my dress, almost exposing my pussy, and start rubbing my thighs and moaning.
"Honey, please, I need you so bad. I want your cock so far up inside me, please." I continue to rub up my thighs and seek out my labia, rubbing it before moving on to my clit. "Ahhh, Duncan, I'm so hot for you." He growls in reply and the engine accelerates.
"Baby, I'm going to spank you for this. Slip those fingers in yourself, then give them to me." I do as he says, pushing my fingers into myself. I drop my head back against the headrest, my eyes fall close as I bring myself to the brink.
"Now, Maya! Give me those fingers, now," he demands.
"I'm so close, babe. Let me come first," I beg.
He growls again and takes his hand off the gear shift to grab my arm.
"No, you will come on my lips or cock only."
"Oh," I groan as I feel myself starting to tighten. I let him pull my hand away and he pulls it to his lips. He sucks my fingers into his mouth and starts sucking off my juices.
"Ah God, baby, I’ve got to be inside you, now." He pulls into his parking garage, slams the car into park, and tilts his seat back. Then he unbuckles me, picks me up, and lifts me onto his lap.
"Honey, I need your cock." I pull up his shirt to get to his buckle. I undo his buckle, button, and then the zipper. He springs free, he went commando today. The whole time I'm messing with his pants, he's pushing back my jacket and lifting my dress higher to get to my breasts.
"God, I love these tits. Get ready, you did this to me.
" He pushes me down onto his erection, both of us groaning as we feel the connection.
I'm so drawn to this man, I'd give up so much for him, and that's what scares me the most. My knees are bent on each side of his hips and I start to ride him, this sexy car has been turning me on to do this.
He's meeting each of my thrusts; when my orgasm hits, my thrusts slow down.
He doesn't like that, so he uses his hold on my waist to lift me up and down harder on him.
This prolongs my orgasm more and I arch my back into the steering wheel.
He groans as he comes on the next thrust. I fall back and set the horn off. We both laugh as I jump.
"Oh, baby, I'm never going to be able to drive this car again without thinking of this right here."
"Good, just as long as it's me you're thinking about, I'll take it."
He laughs. "Baby, you're the only woman in my mind like that.
" I lift off him to get back into my seat so we can get out and head to the apartment.
He groans. I look at him and see his eyes are trained on my pussy and thighs.
"Baby, seeing my spunk all over you turns me on so much.
We need to get inside the flat so we can try out another surface. " Crazy man is horny all the time.
"Oh, honey, I don't know if I'll make it out of the elevator without dropping to my knees for you."
He groans and pushes himself back into his pants before turning and getting out. He reaches in and grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Come on, baby, we're making it to the flat. Someone needs some spankings for starting that little stunt in the car." I try to grab my purse and panties. He sees my intent and grabs them for me.
His long legs are eating up the space to the elevator when we hear a throat clearing from behind us. I look up from my upside-down position to see Lawrence.
Duncan swings around, asking, "Can I help you, sir? This is private property." Duncan's arm is resting against my ass so I'm not giving anyone a show.
"Well, I was looking for my girlfriend, and I seem to have found her."
His what? Oh no, he didn't.
"I'm your what?" I ask and wiggle so Duncan will put me down. I stand and stare at Lawrence as if he's talking in tongues. He looks at my disheveled appearance, Duncan carrying my panties and purse, and his dark eyes darken further, making him look almost evil. I step closer to Duncan.
"I thought we had an understanding, Maya," he sneers at me.
He doesn't even compare to Duncan, at his only six-foot height and slim build. He's a boy, while Duncan is a man.
"No, we didn't. We had dinner…as friends…for Uncle Marcus. It was nothing more." I'm practically yelling.
How did he find out where I was? Was he following me? He can't be my stalker, I just met him.
"You must be Lawrence. I'm Duncan, her boyfriend, although there are much better ways to put that.
Her man, her sweetie, honey, her lover, and whatever else she wants to call me.
Do not look at her and don't even think of trying to get in touch with her again.
I'll not only break your legs, but I'll also break you.
" Jealousy and anger pours off Duncan in waves.
I put my hand in his and squeeze so he feels me with him.
He looks down and I see the fury in his eyes.
I want to step back, but I know it isn't about me.
"I'm Lawrence Baker. Maybe you should clarify with her how she feels.
She asked me to come to London to be with her for the holidays.
We had a very intimate dinner." He doesn't extend his hand to Duncan for a handshake.
Maybe he thinks Duncan will break it. I want to punch his face. Intimate dinner, what the fuck?
"No, I didn't. You asked what I was doing for the holidays and I told you I was going to London. As for intimate dinner, we sat in your hotel's main restaurant. My partner showed up to eat my leftovers and give me a ride to a call."
"That's not how I remember it. Why don't you tell him the truth? You told your partner you were going to be late and walked me to my room. We had a very intimate and private goodbye. But I see you’ve found yourself a Neanderthal to control, I won't be here when you want me back, darling."
"You can wait until the world ends. She’s mine, you bloody pissant. Now get out of here before I have security escort you out. I'd do it myself, but I don't want to accidentally kill you when I put my hands on you," Duncan growls. Just then a guy in a suit walks up and takes him from the garage.
"Duncan, I swear I've been faithful to you.
I ran into Carl once after he quit, he asked me out and I told him I was in a relationship.
I didn't tell Lawrence I was in a relationship because I didn't want it to get back to your father.
I didn't lead him on though. I didn't go to his room.
I didn't ask him to come to London. I told him I wasn't interested in him.
I swear, please don't be mad at me. We can call Derek and he'll confirm what I said.
You heard Greg, I was on a call that night.
" I'm practically begging. How do I get that angry look out of his eyes?
I put it there. This is my fault for hiding our relationship.
"Maya, baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the situation, and I'm angry that that bloody wanker decided to come here. By the way, how did he know you were here?" We both stop and then it comes to me.
"Jonathon," we both say at the same time. That motherfucker is going to be a problem. We both shake our heads and make our way to the elevator to head upstairs.
We've barely cleared the door when he's on me again.
He lifts my dress over my head, unhooks my bra, and then drops to his knees where he unzips my boots, removing the knife I slipped in there and pulling them off.
His tongue snakes out to the apex of my thighs, licking our combined fluids from my thighs.
He stands, lifts me up, and carries me to the dining room.
"It's time for a snack." My ass hits the table with my legs still wrapped around him. He releases my legs and sits them on the table, opening me up to him.
He sits in the head chair and pulls me to the edge of the table, then proceeds to lick down my thighs.
He stops every so often and bites or sucks on them.
I'm moaning and writhing on the table and he pulls the chair up closer to lick and suck my pussy lips into his mouth.
He spreads my labia lips and latches onto my clit.
I come up from the table and scream. He pushes me back down without losing his suction on my clit, and gently bites my clit, making me come so hard.
He starts licking up my juices as they flow from my body.
"This is my pussy, baby. No one else's, just mine."
"Yes, Duncan, only yours." I'll tell him anything he wants as long as he gives me that wonderful cock.
"Please, Duncan, I need you," I beg.
"Not yet, baby, one more time."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can. God, I love this pussy, so pink and succulent. It's like a beautiful flower opening to me." His words and his tongue are working me as no one ever has.