I leaned closer to him. “I’m glad you brought me here.”
“I know you are.” His grin was infuriating and gorgeous all at the same time.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“It’s what you like.” His lips were so close to mine suddenly, and I remembered the way they felt earlier, back at the club. That felt like almost a lifetime ago, but it was barely a few hours.
“How do you know what I like?” I whispered.
“People don’t change that much.” He reached out and took my hair by the roots. “You still crave a man that takes control, even if you pretend like you’re a good girl.”
“I am good.”
“No, you’re very fucking bad. You’re sitting there dripping wet waiting for me to fuck you deep and rough.”
“No,” I said.
“Liar.”
And then he kissed me, and my body flooded with desire.
He was right. I was dripping wet, a growing pool of need and want and lust flowing through me. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it. As he kissed me, I pressed myself against him. He held my hair then tipped my head back, kissing my neck. He reached across the car and slipped his hand down the front of my yoga pants.
“See?” he said softly. “Dripping fucking wet. Just like I expected.”
I moaned as his fingers found my pussy. My panties were soaked and useless as he pushed them aside to slide himself deep inside of me. I groaned, head tipped back. He was halfway out of his seat, his body pressing me back into mine as he kissed my neck.
“Is this what you remembered?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I remember this.”
“I remember this too. I remember your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock. I remember the way you moan, the way you say my name.” He puled my hair tighter. “I remember how you were my little slut.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I was your slut.”
“Maybe not anymore.” His fingers felt incredible inside of me. “But I think I can make you that again.
“Gage,” I moaned, pushing back against him.
“That’s right. I love it when you say my name. You know how I can work your body, how I can make you feel. I want you to beg for it.”
“Asshole,” I groaned. He slid his fingers back out and rubbed my clit in soft, furious circles. I bit his lip as he kissed me, tongues touching, passion flowing through me. I rocked my hips against his fingers.
“You dirty girl,” he said, smirking. His fingers pressed inside of me again. He suddenly pulled his hand back out. “Take them off,” he ordered.
I quickly obeyed, sliding my yoga pants down my body. He reached over and pulled my panties down. He kissed my lips when I was done, hand back between my legs, working my pussy. I could feel the cool night breeze on my skin as his fingers fucked me, making me moan. We were alone but we were in the open for anybody to see, and that thought drove me wild.
It was just like the old days. I’d do anything for him, anywhere he wanted me to. I was completely lost in the moment with him, my mind totally lost as his fingers worked me, his lips kissed my neck.
He pulled back again, moving back to his seat. I sat there panting, staring at him.
Slowly, he unbuckled his belt.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
“What?”
“I want you to touch your wet pussy while you watch me.”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” He took my chin, pulling my lips toward him. He took my hand and slowly put it between my legs. I let out a soft moan as he put my fingers on my pussy. “Go ahead,” he said.
Softly, I began to touch myself. I was dripping wet and it felt good to rub my clit. I was exhilarated and embarrassed. I’d never touched myself in front of someone before, but I loved this new side to Gage.
He bit my lip then released my hand. I kept it there, still slowly touching myself.
He leaned back and watched me. I sat back in my seat, eyes locked on his as I slowly worked my pussy, soft moans escaping my lips.
“That’s right,” he said, “work that pussy, you dirty girl. Do you want a big fat cock between your legs? I know that you do. I know you want to ride it, fuck it until you scream.”
I nodded, eyes on his, shocked at how turned on I was. He slowly slid his pants down revealing his black boxer briefs and the hard outline of his big cock.
“This is what you want,” he said simply. “You want a thick cock and a strong man to get you off. You’re here because you know I’m that man.” He leaned back toward me. “Get over here.”
I leaned down as he pulled his boxer briefs down. I took his cock in one hand and slowly opened my mouth, letting him press himself into my mouth.