Eternally Seduced(102)

Saffi had to repeat their address thrice before the cab driver finally  nodded and started driving. She settled back into her seat, with Staffan  at the other end leaving a huge gap between them. She did her best not  to fidget but it was hard. She couldn't help remembering the look of  cold disapproval on Steel's face.

But she knew it wasn't because he was furious. Steel was afraid for her,  and she couldn't blame him. But this was a risk Saffi had no choice but  to take. It was the only way to have Staffan back and maybe, just maybe  she would also soon have the chance to show Staffan that she had only  ever loved him.

But whatever she had to do to make Staffan believe her, it would have to  be done without words. Staffan had been adamant about it, harshly so.  We won't talk about it again, Saffi. We'll wait until after the child  comes out and we'll decide then. But before that  –  we'll just  concentrate on you and me and finding our way back to each other.

Thinking hard of a way to start making Staffan trust in her again, she  blurted out, "Let's go away." She was gazing fixedly at the scenery  outside the cab. They were going too fast for the people outside to  recognize her face or Staffan's, but she was pretty sure a huge mob of  fans would result if people figured out that Staffan Aehrenthal was now  within their "reach".

Staffan reached for her hand, and the touch made her shiver. She turned to him as he asked, "What about your classes?"

"I'll take a leave of absence." She couldn't help rubbing her thumb over  his knuckles, the way he liked to do with her. She needed this touch,  needed like it was the only way to make her heart beat.

"But your grades---"

Saffi made a face. "I'm a nerd, remember? Not attending classes for a week won't hurt my GPA."

Slowly, Staffan found himself nodding. Yes, it did sound good. Perhaps  time away from everything that was too familiar would help them recover.  "What place do you have in mind?" He waited for Saffi to suggest  something terribly romantic or perhaps a place where she could do more  fangirling stuff, but her answer stunned him.

"Let's go to New York."

His eyebrow shot up. "What are you going to do there?" It was not  exactly a place friendly to people like Saffi. She was too nice, too  cheerful, too optimistic for the normally jaded New York crowd.

"I know," she said guiltily, avoiding his eyes all of a sudden, "You had  to postpone your meetings with the production companies who might be  partnering with you for the 3D coverage of your tour."

"How did you know that?" Staffan was incredulous. Not even his parents  had known about it until he had told them personally, hence the early  Thanksgiving mass.

His tone made her smile. "Duh? Because I'm a fang---" Saffi's voice trailed off.

Staffan said roughly, "You still are, Saffi. You'll always only be my fangirl, won't you, baby?"

Her head shot up at his words, her eyes filling up with tears. "I  thought---" She choked back a sob. "I thought I would never hear you say  that again … "

Why was it so damn easy for her to say things like that? Was it because  they were still lies? Was it because she loved him that much? The way  she looked at him was enough to have Staffan undone and he hauled her  into his lap. "Always my fangirl, the only fangirl who's just mine," he  whispered to her ears, knowing she would love them.

And she did. Saffi cried, cherishing the words, knowing how much Staffan  was also risking for them to have another chance. She wanted to say  something back, to make him realize just how much she was also willing  to sacrifice for them, but then she felt it. Her eyes widened and she  froze.

Her eyes met with those of the driver's through the rearview mirror. Seeing her tense expression, he asked, "Something wrong?"

"Aaah … " Staffan had freed his dick from his pants and was now slipping  his hand under her skirt. She managed a smile. "I'm okay."

"What?"

"I … " She tried to swat Staffan's hand away while keeping her gaze on the  now-suspicious driver but Staffan only chuckled softly behind her as he  easily eluded her grasp. Staffan pushed her panties to one side, and  Saffi bit back a moan.

"Miss? You okay?"

She made herself open her eyes. "I'm---" Ah, shit, shit  –  she was so  wet, making it wonderfully easy for Staffan to slip his dick into her  wetness. Behind her, Staffan stiffened then let out a low, desire-filled  groan.

Saffi cleared her throat. "OKAY." She nearly shouted the word out,  needing the driver to pay more attention to his driving and pay less  attention to her.

The driver's face cleared. "Okay." His gaze left hers.

She collapsed against Staffan, not realizing that this would only make  his dick dig deeper into her. Saffi swallowed back a whimper.

"You feel so fucking great," Staffan whispered in her ear.

"This is so wrong," she whispered back even as she could feel her hips  moving on its own accord, meeting Staffan's leisurely thrusts. Every  cell inside Saffi was clamoring for more contact. She wanted his hands  on her breasts, his mouth on her nipples, his fingers on her clit  –  she  wanted more than the cock that was inside her now.

"Want more, don't you?" he asked silkily.

She started to shake her head but then stopped herself. No more lies.  She had promised that to both of them. Not bothering to conceal how much  she needed him this time, she said in Swedish, "Yes. I want you so much  it hurts. I think if I close my eyes, I'm going to come because I'm  going to imagine you're thrusting into me so hard, so fast---"

Saffi let out a little scream as Staffan surged forward, his cock surging up with him.

The driver's gaze sought hers in the rearview mirror. "What happened?"

Staffan fumbled for his wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and  nearly shoved it at the man's face. "Take us to … Disneyland." It was the  first fucking thing that came to his mind. All he wanted was more time  to fuck Saffi."

The driver's eyes nearly bulged. "Disneyland? At this time of the night?"

"Get us there as fast of you can," Staffan growled, "and I'll give you another hundred."

The driver didn't bother answering. As the car shot past the other  vehicles, wriggling in and out of lanes, overtaking and cutting others,  Staffan took advantage of every bump, using it to drive himself into  Saffi harder.

Keeping one arm around her waist, he gritted out, also in Swedish, "Hold on to something."

She gripped the edge of the door, feeling the top line of the window under her fingers.

Now that she was balanced on his lap, Staffan used his other hand to  slip under her skirt and pull her panties just low enough for him to rip  it off in one quick yank. Before Saffi could gasp, his hand was tracing  its way back up, shaping her legs ever so softly and slowly, before  trailing towards her sex.

Her head arched back as a silent moan slipped past her lips the moment  his fingers found her clit. And then he was playing with her and fucking  her at the same time, the rough movements of the car only allowing  Staffan to drive into her more deeply.

Her fingers tightened around the handle as Staffan started pulling on  her clit, teasing and tormenting her by slowing down his thrusts at the  same time.

"Please!" The gasp escaped her.

The driver's gaze went back to Saffi. "What?"

"NOTHING!" She yelled it out because Staffan had just pinched her clit  hard between his fingers. When the driver looked away again, she choked  out, "I'm coming."

He bit Saffi's shoulder. "Do you want to come now, Saffi?"

"Yes."

"Then let's come together." Biting her shoulder, he pumped his hips up  and down with all the speed he could manage in the confined restraints  of the car. Soon, he started to feel Saffi's body shuddering, and knew  she was just one step away from her orgasm. He was near himself, and  craving the same release just as desperately, Staffan lifted her hips  all the way up until only the head of his dick was inside before pulling  her back down as hard as he could, grinding his dick into her warmth.         

     



 

Their orgasm hit them almost at the same time, and Staffan gritted, "Kiss me!"

With a choked sob, Saffi turned her head so their lips could meet. She  used the kiss to drown her cries of pleasure as the orgasm took over her  body completely. As wave upon wave of pleasure battered her body, the  force of it centered at the triangle between her legs, she dug her nails  deep into his legs, wishing she could keep him inside her forever.

Staffan continued surging in and out of Saffi as his dick shot its cum  into her wet warmth. He could never get enough of this. Never. He had  tried to get Saffi out of his system but it was fucking impossible. He  wanted her, needed her  –  he loved her too fucking much to survive  without this.