Four Week Fiance 2(10)

“I changed my mind.” He shrugged. “We’re not going in there any more.”

“TJ? What’s going on?” I asked him, feeling confused.

“You’re about to find out.” He licked his lips, grabbed my hand and before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled me behind the door into what appeared to be a bathroom.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt his fingers sliding up under my dress.

“Just checking,” he growled as his fingers found my wetness. “I just wanted to make sure I was right.”

“TJ,” I moaned as his fingers slid back and forth and then stopped to rub on my throbbing bud. “TJ, we can’t do this here.” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside of me.

“We’re not going to do it here,” he said huskily.

“Oh?” I looked at him in confusion, lust having taken over my faculties. “Are we going home already?”

“We’re not going home,” he said and shook his head, his teeth grinning at me. “Go and wait by the car for me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He laughed. “Now go.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling dazed as I straightened my dress out and walked away from him back towards the door.

“That dress really does look sexy on you.” He growled from behind me and pulled me back into his arms so that he could nuzzle my neck. “And those heels as well. Worth every penny I spent.”

I stiffened in his arms as he mentioned the fact that he’d paid for the dress and shoes. It still made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Like I was some sort of paid woman or something.

“I like to spoil you, Mila,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to spoil you. Please let me do that without you freezing up.”

“Fine,” I whispered as I turned my head to look at him. He gave me a quick kiss on the side of the face and then let me go.

“See you outside,” he said as he lightly tapped my bottom.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said sassily back to him and then left the room.

***

I stood by TJ’s car, wondering what the plan was. I was excited and slightly embarrassed at how exhilarated I felt while waiting in eager anticipation. I hadn’t known that sex would make me feel like this. I hadn’t known that the pull of the body could be even more intense than the pull of the heart. It made me start to understand why so many people slept around, but it did make me wonder if it was as intense and good if there wasn’t also love. I thought back to the guys I’d dated in high school and college and wondered if I would have felt the same way about them. I doubted it. I never had super intense feelings for them and I couldn’t imagine that they were as skilled as TJ.

TJ made lovemaking exciting, even slightly dangerous. I knew that he was most probably a more intense, slightly psychotic lover than most, but that made him even more intoxicating to me. Nothing about TJ was routine. Nothing about him was normal. And I loved that about him. I loved getting to know his hidden layers. It made me feel like I was getting to know him better.

“What are you thinking about?” TJ’s voice was caressing as he walked towards me with a confident strut and a sly smile on his face.

“I was thinking about my ex-boyfriends,” I said honestly, watching as he frowned.

“What?” He looked annoyed as he stopped in front of me.

“I was just wondering what it would have been like if we’d had sex,” I said sheepishly. “If they would have wowed me in bed like you have.”

TJ just stared at me then. I don’t think he got the compliment I’d given him, based on the angry look on his face. My stomach sank as I realized I’d said the wrong thing.

“I mean, not that I want them to come and wow me in bed now . . . ” My voice trailed off and he continued to just stare at me. “I was just thinking about the past.” I made a face at him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say?” TJ growled at me. “I think I’d rather show you than tell you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I’m thinking and feeling.” His eyes glittered at me. “I’ll make you forget all those exes once and for all.”

“It’s not like I want to be with them.” I sighed. “I was just telling you what was going through my mind the moment you came up to me.”

“Mila,” he said with a shake of his head, “enough.”

“Enough what?” I gawked at him. “I haven’t even really said anything. It’s not like we were in bed and I screamed out one of their names or had fantasies of you being one of them.”

“Mila.” He came closer to me and his nostrils were flaring. “You are completely ridiculous.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at him. “I’m not ridiculous.”

“If I weren’t a gentleman, I would bend you over right here and now and show you what’s what,” TJ said, his voice throaty as he leaned down to look into my eyes.

“Yeah, I guess if you weren’t a gentleman, you would do that,” I said, my breath coming quickly as I looked up into his eyes, my lips a mere inch from him.

“Are you doubting the fact that I’m a gentleman?” he said, his lips moving against mine but not kissing me.

“Would that be a surprise?” I said as my lips touched his gently.

“No.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine harder, this time actually kissing me.

“You know you’re a dirty rotten scoundrel inside.” I kissed him back and then tugged on his lower lip with my teeth.

“And you love it,” he said, his eyes staring into mine as his hands crept around my waist. “You want me to be a dirty bastard,” he said, pushing himself into me. I could feel his hardness against my lower belly and I felt a stirring inside my soul.

“I don’t want you to be anything you don’t want to be,” I said, swallowing hard as he pulled me closer towards him.

“Aren’t you considerate?” He almost purred as his hands crept up and cupped my breasts.

“Yes.” I smiled innocently back at him and reached down and grabbed his package. “I’m very considerate.” I squeezed gently and he groaned as he grew in my hands.

“Yes, you are.” He groaned and moved his mouth to my ear and blew sensually. “I want to fuck you, Mila. I want to bend you over my car and take you from behind. It won’t be romantic and it won’t be slow.”

“Okay,” I squeaked out as I blushed.

“Are you okay with that?” He leaned back and looked at me. “Or will you consider me an asshole?”

“I don’t think you’re an asshole.”

“I just want to make sure. I remember in your Operation Condor handbook, you had something about sex in a car. I wasn’t sure if sex over a car was the same.”

“Oh, my God.” My face grew redder. “That’s how you knew? You saw my notebook?”

“Maybe.” He laughed and then nodded. “I read it once.” He grinned. “I was waiting to see if you were ever going to make a move on me in the back seat of a car. I was disappointed that you never did.”

“Oh, my God, I could die,” I squealed as I desperately tried to remember exactly what I’d written in the notebook. I know I had several seduction techniques in there that I’d never used, but I couldn’t remember what else I might have written about.

“It’s not that bad.” He laughed and then winked. “Now I can help you live out some of your fantasies.”

“Those weren’t my fantasies,” I protested as I continued to squeeze his hardness.

“What were they, then? He grunted and thrust himself into my hands.

“They were what I thought would be your fantasies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“You wanted to make my fantasies come true?”

“Yes.” I nodded and cried out as he spun me around and pushed me over the hood of his car. “TJ?”

“Shh, we’re making one of my fantasies come true,” he said and I felt him sliding his zipper down behind me, before pulling my dress up and to the side.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt the cool air hit my behind. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone sees us?”

“That’s why we have to be quick.” He grunted and I felt him thrust inside of me deep and hard.

“Ooh,” I cried out as he filled me up. I fell forward and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me quickly. The car metal was cold against my collarbone, but TJ was warming me up from inside.

“Oh, Mila, you’re so wet for me. You were so wet and ready for this, weren’t you?”

“TJ.” I moaned out his name, unable to say anything else as I felt an orgasm building up. I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck me in the parking lot, where anyone could see us, but that was part of being with TJ— the excitement, the danger, it was all an added plus. He lived life on the edge, every single day, and I was starting to enjoy that as well.

“Mila.” He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, so that I could barely breathe. His cock felt so deep inside of me that I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. “I’m going to come.” He groaned and I allowed myself to let go completely in the last few thrusts. He collapsed on top of me after we came, and we just lay there on the car for a few seconds before he stepped back, pulled me up and straightened my dress back down.