I giggle uncontrollably as he pulls me on top of him in the backseat. The door shuts behind me, trapping us inside.
“Knight, we can’t! People will see,” I squeal in a high pitched voice as he kisses down my neck to my breasts.
“We can’t what? Change?”
My eyes roll back in my head as he kisses above my breast again. I would fuck him in front of the entire world and feel no embarrassment. I just want him. All of him. Even the parts he won’t let me have because he’s afraid I’ll hate him for real.
I take control, kissing down his chest stopping when I reach the V that disappears into his pants where a bulge is waiting to be freed.
He slips my jacket off, and slowly unbuttons my shirt, as he pulls me up to his face and buries his head between my breasts, carefully keeping me covered while he kisses me.
“Yes,” I moan as he twirls my nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck, we should have taken my car. We could have done so much more.”
I nod in agreement, but then his fingers are under my skirt, pushing aside my panties, and then finding the wetness that has already soaked them. He moves the juices around my clit as he punishes my nipple for not agreeing to take his car.
I try to reach down between my legs to give him pleasure too, but he swats my hand away.
“If you pull me out, I won’t be able to stop until I’m inside your beautiful cunt and I can’t, not here. You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone else see how amazing you are.”
I fist my hands in his hair to keep myself from grabbing his cock.
He slips one, two, three fingers inside me as I gasp and pant, riding his fingers as if they were his cock.
More, more, more.
He does. His tongue laps faster around my nipple, teasing me with his teeth as he nips at me, and his fingers move faster in my pussy. I’m sure his fingers and pants are drenched in my cum, but it doesn’t make him stop.
Just as I’m about to scream his name, his mouth comes down on mine, and I scream his name into his lips.
I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with him. I’ve never felt more taken care of or more free to be me.
This is just about sex. There is no us. This isn’t a relationship.
Knight gives me an I-just-rocked-your-world smile when I finally come down off my high.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“I couldn’t resist. And you needed to get out of these clothes anyway.” He leans forward nipping at my ear. “Although I would suggest changing your panties as well, these are soaked.”
I laugh, and then we both change into jeans. I pair a gray tank top with mine, and he wears a gray T-shirt.
“Always matching,” I laugh as he takes my hand.
“Always connected.”
We walk into the venue, hand in hand. I buy the beer with the new money I got paid with, despite Knight’s protests. And then we find our seats in the middle.
“Wow,” he says when he gets the view of the city below, twinkling in the dark night.
“It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
Knight moves me in front of his body and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly to him. “Now it is.”
We hold each other as the music plays, drinking beer, and pretending we know the lyrics to the music even though we don’t.
It feels like a date, and I constantly have to remind myself that it’s not.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I whisper into his ear.
He doesn’t miss a beat as if he was anticipating my question. “I never met Ren. I know you want to ask, but I’ve never met her. Abri never introduced me to her friends. She didn’t like me hanging out with other girls. I guess she thought I would find someone better.”
I cock my head so that I can look him in the eye. More truths from my bad boy with the dark eyes. It also means if he didn’t meet Ren, he never met me. I don’t know if I’m happy we never met, and therefore don’t have to feel bad about forgetting him, or sad we don’t get to have some epic love story that transcends time.
“Your turn, pretty girl.”
“Cole told me he wants to take over the company. I think he’s planning some sort of overthrow.”