Jay’s hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. He put me down on my feet and took a step back.
“Lose the robe.”
I pulled it off my arms and tossed it towards the chair. Jay’s eyes raked over me, and I stood motionless, my heart a flurry in my chest.
“Spin.”
I turned to face away from him. In a combination of embarrassment and arousal, I felt the heat of his eyes on my ass. He came up tight against my back and dug his hardness into me.
“See what you do to me?”
My entire body quivered, and I stood a little taller. I loved turning him on. I loved the effect I had on this gorgeous man. Most of all, I loved the way he made me feel.
I turned around to face Jay, and our eyes met. His usual warm eyes looked devious. I tilted my head and scrunched my eyes, challenging him to take me.
With one hand, he pushed me onto the bed, and I landed sideways across it. Without undressing, he climbed over me, kissing my thighs, my belly. He ran a finger under the strap of my bra and tickled my neck with it when he reached the top of my shoulder.
When his mouth reach my ear, he lowered his voice and said, “You’re too good for these trashy things.” Then he ripped the thong from me and I gasped. He tossed it onto the floor then spread my legs and smoothed over my mound with his hand.
I lifted my arm to feel his bicep, and he worked his fingers over me. Then into me. I moaned, wanting more, and shifted myself to allow him better access. At last he leaned over and gave me his lips. And I took them, sucking at his bottom lip as his fingers set my body on fire.
He withdrew his hand and fumbled with the button on his jeans. He pushed them and his boxers down just enough to free his erection, and in moments his tip was at my wet entrance.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to use a condom?”
“Absolutely.” In a speed that both teased and gratified me, his bare cock entered me. He pushed into me, with the same agonizing slowness.
The collar of his shirt pressed into my jaw. The shirt buttons rubbed against my chest and belly. I didn’t care. My pussy clenched, welcoming his bare cock. He pounded into me, his huge cock moving harder and faster.
My pulse pounded in my ear. My lungs struggled to take in air. The air in the room charged with electricity as the two of us hurled towards climax. Jay would cum in me, his seed would plaster my walls and the thought tipped me into a spasming wreck.
He followed soon after, burying himself in me deeper than he had with the condom on. I’m so glad we’d ditched them.
21
“Guess what? I bought a car,” Jay said as we walked out of my building.
“Wow, that’s big news. When did you do that?”
“This morning.”
“What, like on a whim?” Was he ever concerned about money? How can someone without a job act the way he does?
“I thought we’d use it today, get out of the city and go for a nice walk.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He led me triumphantly to his new car. A big boat that must have been as old as me. The wheel wells were rusty but otherwise looked okay from the outside. Jay held the door open, and I sat down. There was a small tear in the fabric of my seat, and the inside smelled of musty pine.
He got in the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine rumbled, and he turned the key again, the beast started. We pulled out into traffic, Jay seemed to know where we were going. As we made a sharp left turn, the sunlight glinted on the face of his watch. A watch that cost more than his car.
As the high-rises of the city faded behind us, I had the overwhelming urge to get out. To run away from all my problems. From Calvin, from my mortgage. From my past with Matt.
I cleared my throat. “We should take off.”
“What do you mean, take off?”
“You know, just go. Keep on driving.”
“For how long?”
“Until we run out of gas money.”
Jay laughed, a sniggering laugh that curled his lip. “We’re not even out of the suburbs.”
“I haven’t been out of the city in months. Maybe even a year.”
“Weird.”
“Right now I want to keep driving. Just us, we could run away.”
“Why would we do that?”
“Why wouldn’t we?”
“Because we have responsibilities.”
“I’m prepared to abandon mine. What are your responsibilities?”
He was quiet. Either considering my offer or deciding how to tell me I’m nuts. I waited for a response. There was no hurry. There was a gap in the dash where the car’s radio once lived and we drove in silence.
We pulled of the freeway and drove down a country road.