Bastard(115)

I’ve wanted to be buried balls deep inside her since the moment she opened the door to greet me. Knowing she’s been panty-less all night hasn’t helped matters. But, if she wants to take control I’ll give it up, just this once. After all, tonight is all about her and what she wants.

Being the cocky bastard I am, I place my hands behind my head, letting her do all the work. My dick is straining painfully against my pants, but I really don’t think she has it in her to go all the way. Not here.

I’m wrong. No sooner does she get my cock free, she breathes, “Condom.”

“There’s some in the centre console,” I tell her. I’m glad she thought of it, because I’m so lost in this moment, it didn’t even cross my mind, which is not like me at all. I always wrap it. I’d never take the risk of bringing another bastard into the world. I’d never want my child to go through what I have.

Seeing her ripping the foil wrapper open with her teeth is the sexiest thing ever. She places it over the head of my cock, pinching the top before rolling it down. She’s never done this with me before, so I can only presume she did it with that wanker. That gets my back up for some reason. I have no right to be angry with her. I’ve had plenty of other girls since I left.

It makes me wonder how many others she’s had. It makes me hate myself even more for leaving. When I left I was the only one. I was the one who forced her to have others. I need to push those thoughts out of my head. It’s not going to do me any good longing for something I can’t change. What I can be certain about is there will never be anyone else.

When the condom is in place she hoists up her dress, lining me up with her entrance. In one swift movement, she impales herself on my cock. “Fuck,” I groan as my eyes roll back in my head. I unlace my fingers from behind my head and pull her mouth down on mine. She’s so hot.

“Yes,” she moans as she lifts her hips and slides down my length again, and again. I love this wild side of her. My little vixen. I think I need to get her worked up more often. Her pussy grips me like a vice. Our kiss is wild, all lips and tongue. Smoking hot. I love that we can’t seem to get enough of each other.

I tear at her jacket, tugging it down her arms and discarding it on the seat beside us. I dig my fingers into her hips, lifting her up before pulling her back down. There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s wild and it’s dirty, just the way I like it.

She pulls out of the kiss, pushing the strap of her dress over one shoulder, before pulling my face down towards her now perfect, exposed tit. If she keeps this up, I’m not going to last longer than a minute.

“God, don’t stop,” she moans as she rides my cock with a fiery passion. “I’m … I’m …” I’m sure she’s about to tell me she’s coming when a loud knock on the window stills us.

“Fuck off, Jax,” I growl, because my first thought is it’s him.

“Open the window, please,” a very stern voice says. What the fuck? I don’t move her off my lap. Instead I pull her dress back up to cover her, before reaching for her coat on the passenger seat and wrapping it around her. I’m not finished with her yet. I’m gonna wind down my window and tell whoever is there to fuck the hell off.

Again that impatient prick knocks, making my temper spike. When a torch is shone through the window, I almost lose it.

“Look,” I snarl, winding down the window a fraction. I quickly bite my tongue when I see a police officer standing there, looking very unimpressed. Jesus Christ.

“Oh my God,” Indi whispers, her voice lined with shame when the officer shines his torch in her face. She quickly buries her head in my chest as I wrap my arms around her protectively.

“I’d expect this from a couple of kids, but you’re adults, you should know better. I’ll give you two minutes to clear off, or I’ll arrest you both.” His words have Indiana burying her face further into to me.

“Somebody kill me now,” she whispers. I almost want to laugh at her obvious humiliation. She may think twice before attacking me again. Although, I’m certainly not complaining about that part. All I can think is thank god it wasn’t Ross. That wouldn’t have gone down too well.

“I’m sorry, officer. We’re staying at the Park Hyatt tonight, so we’ll be on our way.”

“That’s just over there,” he says in disgust, pointing his torch in that direction. “You couldn’t wait one minute?”

“She attacked me,” I reply raising my hands in my defence. Indi pinches my side, hard. “Ouch,” I laugh. The officer shakes his head.