“Not good enough,” he told her. “Skirt up. I want to see and hear you.” With that, he flicked off the radio, and she could hear her rapid breathing. How could Nick be so calm, cool, and collected.
Jenna pulled her skirt up, wiggling so that the fabric didn’t bunch too much and spread her legs, shocked at how the air conditioning felt against her wet flesh.
“Wider,” he told her, and she looked over at him, her mouth slightly open, little panting breaths she couldn’t hold back.
“I’m wide.” There was no way he could actually see what was happening in the light, but if anyone could, she was sure it was him. “Nick…”
“You haven’t touched yet and you know what I want.”
She did, and she remembered his instructions. She wanted to come so badly, she was restless, energy sparking up all around her. “May I touch?” she asked, and she could hear his breathing change. Maybe he could see her, after all.
She canted her hips upward, finger stroking over her clit in a slow figure eight motion that drove her crazy. She slipped her index finger inside her pussy, stroking her flesh slowly. She was so damn close, Nick’s relationship emphasizing everything. It could be--should be--forbidden in its own way, but it felt oh so right. So fucking right!
She added a finger, her soaked cunt greedily accepting them, the sounds of her arousal embarrassing and turning her on. She closed her eyes and started to drift, heading toward her climax. Things were happening, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Then Nick was moving her hand in and out, his other hand--other hand? Wasn’t he driving-- brushing her hair off her neck.
“Shhh,” he said when her eyes popped open. “It’s okay, Jenna. You’re just fine here, sweetheart.” He’d loomed up over the center console and was watching her, his body contorted, his long legs half bent. “I just wanted to get closer to you.”
When he groaned, she realized his hard cock was pressing against the center console, and it looked as if it might be turning him on. Completely. Totally. She approved.
“Faster,” he said, nudging her shirt off her shoulder and taking the bra strap along with it. Nick leaned in further and she saw the glint in his eyes.
“Does that turn you on?” she asked.
He looked confused and she motioned to his crotch.
“That. The way you’re rubbing against that looks like it turns you on. A lot.”
“Yeah, I’m revving up,” he replied. “I’m going to take the edge off after you come.” The edge? Weren’t older guys the type that took a while to recover?
“Mmm. Can I watch?”
“I insist.”
Jenna sped up her strokes, his nearness overwhelming. Nick reached into her bra, lifting one of her generously sized breasts out of its cup. "God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, closing his lips around her nipple and tugging.
Hard.
It sent her right toward the edge. “Nick!” she gasped as he worked her nipple with his mouth, his hand guiding hers in and out of her cunt. God, she was so close. So incredibly close.
Then he bit her nipple, hard enough to send a dart of pain rocketing through her, centering in her cunt where it bloomed, and blossomed into shockwaves of pleasure. “Nick! I’m coming!”
“Good,” he whispered, lifting his head for a second before biting down on her sensitive nipple again.
She screamed, her cries and pants filling the car. “God, Nick. Nick!” The shockwaves tore through her and she couldn’t do anything but ride them out, her eyes drifting shut. Nick was controlling the motions of her hand and she gave herself over to her climax, riding the waves slowly but surely.
“My turn,” he said, and she had no idea how much time had passed.
She was utterly amazing when she climaxed; Nick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jenna had been forbidden fruit for him since she started college. He loved women with her curves and she had grown from a pretty teen to a gorgeous, classy lady. Her full breasts...he couldn’t wait to stroke and kiss them. He needed her, more than he’d ever needed a woman.
“Jenna, watch me,” he whispered, pushing his seat as far back as it would go. He started to unzip his pants, when she shook her head.
“Not watching. How far are we from your place?”
“Five?”
“Good, then we get there and I’ll watch in full light. I want to see clearly what turned me on so much all these years. Nick, I have wanted you for so long. You have no idea how many times I came in my bedroom to the sound of your voice, or to the memory of you in a bathing suit.”
“That’s been years,” he said, starting the car up again. His fly was partially down, and he would get no relief, but it was a short drive and there would be little traffic even after he swung onto the main road. He could last until then.
“So what are you gonna do,” he asked her in a challenging voice, “Jack me off, or suck me off.”
“Maybe a little of both,” she promised, her skirt still hiked up, her pussy still swollen and glistening with her wetness.
Nick drove as quickly as he could to his townhome, driving into the garage. “Bedroom is third floor. Wine?” he asked. He turned the engine off and got out of his car, while she came around, her skirt blessedly fluttering to the tops of her thighs.
“Just you,” she said. She started to reach for his hand, and winced. “God, your car is going to smell like me for weeks.”
“Not a problem, Jenna,” he told her, giving her a wink. She looked uncertain all of a sudden and he pulled her into his arms, pressing hard against her. “I want you, sweetheart, and I want my car to smell of you, so I can remember this night.”
“That’s kind of romantic in a kinky way.”
“That’s me, baby,” he replied, letting her feel how hard he was.
“Let’s get up there then, so I can show you just how good I am at blowjobs.”
“Can’t wait.”
He let her go in order to open his door, and she followed him inside, looking around. He’d left his kitchen light on and she seemed momentarily distracted by his home.
“Nice,” she whispered, looking around the gourmet kitchen. “I could cook in here.”
“Maybe you will.” That felt right to him, and he swallowed hard, trying to make sense of what he was thinking. Was he really considering more than one night with Jenna, Tony’s kid.
Jenna, the gorgeous woman who had come for him.
“What does that mean?” she asked, putting her hand on his chest. He could feel her body heat, and it seemed as if he was being branded by her heat.
“It means maybe this is much more than just one night, if you want that.”
“If I--wow.” She let out a happy sound and looked up at him. “You’re telling me you want me for more than sex?”
Shit. He hadn’t realized she’d gone there, but it made a strange sense, considering what they’d done in the car.
“Jenna, I want you, period. I wouldn’t ever fuck you for sex’s sake. I promise you that. I want you sexually, yes, but I want you in more than just my bed. Let’s...date.”
“Date.” She smiled softly, and it lit up her gorgeous face. “So, if the guy’s very, very special, I do it on the first date. And you are very, very special. You may get very, very lucky as a result.” She gave him another smile and a saucy wink. “Now, where is that bedroom?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, squeezing her hand. He hurried to the bedroom, eager to get things started. He’d been patient enough but he wanted to get his hands on her body, wanted to fuck her silly.
She giggled when they stumbled on the stairs, resting her hand on his shoulder. He was one step behind and wrapped his hands around her waist, squeezing her to him for a moment. She smelled so fucking good and looked amazing, the strap of her bra sill off her shoulder, though one of them had tucked her breast back in the cup.
“I want you,” he whispered, taking that moment.
“I want you more,” she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He wanted to feast on her neck, her throat. She paused just a beat, and he had a feeling she knew the reaction he was having. Just when he was considering nudging her up the stairs, she continued, hurrying this time. She seemed to know where his bedroom was, and rushed in ahead of him, while he was shaking his head, laughing. Just as he reached the threshold of his bedroom, she tossed her skirt at him, and he watched as she pulled off the rest of her party clothes. His fingers worked quickly on his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes.
He took a moment to look at her, those curves driving him crazy. She shook her long hair out and plopped a hand on her hip, giving him a knowing, sexy smile.
“Like what you see, Nick?” Her voice dropped to a low register and he groaned. If his cock hadn’t been already hard, it would have swelled further. He had to get his hands on her.
Now.
Nick stalked over to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard. She moaned, her mouth opening under him, the hint of whatever she’d had to drink, something fruity and sweet, lingering on her breath. She aggressively rammed her tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. He approved. he more than approved. Nick crushed her to him, those soft curves molding to his body. God, she felt good.