Jack finished the dessert as I squirmed damply in my seat and gasped for breath. Thank goodness neither of us had a human’s sensitivity to alcohol because we both guzzled the rest of our champagne.
“But…you didn’t…” I began just before we stood to leave. Apparently Jack had taken care of the check in advance because there was nothing brought to the table.
“No worries,” he said with a wink. We picked up my coat and he held it for me then we walked out to the car, arm in arm. “I’ll get my turn in the limo.”
How had I forgotten the limo scene? As the driver closed the panel, I realized it was one-way glass. We could see him but he couldn’t see us. Perfect. I slipped my coat off and tossed it onto the seat across from us while Jack did the same with his suit jacket. I loved the way his fine cotton shirt stretched over his broad chest and shoulders, and how even the conservative suit and tie didn’t make him look quite civilized.
“I thought this would be better than more champagne.” Jack opened a compartment beside his seat and pulled out a chilled bottle of sparkling water along with two flutes.
“You read my mind.” I was thirsty. I held the glasses while he poured.
“To a beautiful night,” he offered, toasting me. “I hope it’s not over yet.”
I echoed the sentiment and we both drank. Then he set the glasses and bottle back in the compartment and turned back to me, arms open. I moved onto his lap without hesitation. This time I took the lead with the kiss, knotting my hands in that luxurious thick hair and covering his mouth with mine. I straddled his thighs so my soaked pussy rubbed against the bulge of his trousers. I didn’t even spare a thought to staining the wool. His response was more than enough evidence that he didn’t care.
My tongue was inside the heat of his mouth, exploring every ridge and hollow, even though by now I had them memorized. He tasted of dinner, dessert and wine, and under it all I could still taste a trace of my own juices from earlier. His busy, talented hands cupped the sides of my breasts, his thumbs finding and rubbing my taut nipples through the fabric of my dress. With long sleeves, a moderate neckline and a back zipper, there was no way for him to get into the dress without taking it completely off, but he managed to shift my bra down so that my nipples were only covered by the thin wool knit. The faint scratchiness from the cloth only heightened the sensation from his fingers. I began to ride his cock, shifting back and forth along that thick ridge with rapidly growing hunger.
“Just a second.” He broke his mouth away from mine and set me beside him on the seat. I watched avidly as he unfastened his belt and trousers then lifted his ass and slid his pants down to his knees. Pulling a condom from his pocket, he sheathed himself then reached over to drag me back onto his lap. “Ready.”
“I’m beginning to think you’re always ready.” Clenching my hands on his shoulders, I eased my pussy down to glove his upright cock. My memories hadn’t been inflated. He really did fill me perfectly, as if our two bodies had been made to go together.
“Seems that way whenever I’m around you. Or talking to you on the phone. Or thinking about you.”
He kept one hand on my waist, guiding my movements as I began to rock back and forth on that steely shaft. I kept it as slow as I could at first, drawing out the pleasure for both of us. It was about forty-five minutes back to my house, so we didn’t have to rush.
We’d only been together once before tonight, but I’d already learned the cues of Jack’s body. We climbed the peak together, me matching my speed to the heightening intensity in his eyes, in his rigid muscles. When we were both close, he reached up to tug his tie loose and fumble open the top two buttons of his shirt. That was all the invitation I needed. I lowered my mouth to the ridge of muscle connecting his neck and shoulder and bit.
“Ari.” It was a growl more than a shout. His taut body quivered as he flexed his hips up, ramming his cock deep into my cunt. Just as I fell into the vortex myself, I felt him swell then felt his body shake with the force of his climax. I sucked a mouthful of his rich, hot blood and came. My pussy gripped his, prolonging Jack’s orgasm, which in turn prolonged my own. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity, trembling in each other’s arms. I licked the tiny wound on his neck—my saliva does have a small healing agent in it—and the dots disappeared. Sad, really. I’d have liked to be able to mark him as mine.
“We’re going to kill each other, aren’t we?” I laid my cheek against his warm shoulder and snuggled into his lap. The mating knot would go down in a few minutes. I really didn’t mind this enforced snuggling a bit.
“Maybe. I don’t care. Do you?” He found a strand of hair that had escaped my bun and tucked it behind my ear.
“Not really,” I admitted. I listened as the steady thump of his heartbeat gradually slowed to its normal speed. “Will you come in when we get back to my house? Maybe even…stay the night?”
“I’d like that.”
He kissed my temple and held me snugly against him until we were almost back to Glenview. Then he produced a plastic grocery bag and a pack of tissues from under the seat. We both cleaned up a little and he knotted the trash into the bag. I did love a man who thought ahead. We each had another glass of water, finishing just as the driver opened the back door.
“Thanks, Clancy.” Jack shook the driver’s hand. “See you soon.”
“Friend of yours?” The limo drove away. I waited on my front walk while Jack walked over and grabbed a gym bag from his truck. Then I handed him my key and let him follow me into my living room.
“I know lots of people,” he said with a shrug. “I own a bar, remember?”
I remembered. He was gregarious, social and fun. I was an introverted geek who rarely left her house. Even though I knew our relationship could never last, I smiled at Jack and led him up to my bedroom.