5

ASTRID

With my finger linked through his, the man who has my body in knots leads me to a car parked at the curb.

"I was here with friends. And I think I saw you with a girl, right?"

I nod, wondering why he's bringing up other people when he's supposed to be rushing into the backseat of the car with me.

The driver, a tall man with sunglasses, holds the door open and bows his head.

"Good evening, Sir. Ma'am."

The older man beckons me to slide into the car first, then turns around to face the driver.

"David, I need you to go and tell the others that I'm leaving."

"Alright, Sir."

He steps into the car, then David closes the door, and walks back into the building.

I lean in and kiss him leisurely on the lips. "I had no idea you came here with anyone."

He savors my lips for a long minute, cupping my face with his large palms. When he pulls back, his vivid blue eyes gleam with arousal.

"I did it in exchange for a favor. At first, I didn't want to come. Spaces like this are not in my wheelhouse."

"What's in your wheelhouse then, spending time with beautiful women?"

Something flickers in his eyes. Pain? Apprehension? It's gone before I can decipher it.

"You're the first woman I've been with this way since my wife died."

I straighten, pulling away from his rock-hard body. "Really? Are you trying to butter me up?"

He cups my face, then traces my jawline with his calloused palm. Like a moth to a flame, I find myself tilting backward until my body meets his firmly.

"I've already buttered you up," He says with a smirk, dragging his eyes slowly to the apex of my thighs. "How wet are you?"

"I can't really tell. Why don't you check?"

I part my thighs and raise a little, enough for him to pull down my jeans if he wants to. Instead of doing what I expect him to, he nips at my earlobe and then sucks on it teasingly.

"Now, I want you to slide your finger and stroke yourself for me.". My breathing hitches. That's fucking hot, arousing. I can feel my face heating up at his words. He says them so arrogantly and the hardness of his voice causes my body to tighten even more.

"Go on. I want to see how deep you can go."

Bobbing my head, I unzip my jeans, then slide in a finger. It's tight. I arch my hips and pull the material down to my knees. I'm dripping wet, more than I thought. The man is staring intently at me. I can feel his penetrative gaze even without looking in his direction.

With my head cocked to the side and my finger stroking my center, I feel like I'm going to combust. And I know it has more to do with the man watching me with raw emotions swirling in his eyes than my fingers playing with my dampened slit.

The sensation heightens, and I bite my bottom lip thrusting in faster and faster. And then I reach up a hand, fondling my breast, tracing circles on the pebbled knob.

"How do you feel?" He asks, his eyes pinned to my hand between my thighs.

"I don't - I don't know. It's too much."

I pump in and out - faster - harder. He watches me still, his face illuminated by the yellow light from the street lamp.

"You should text your friend, and tell her you're leaving."

I toss him a frown. I'm preoccupied and he wants me to text Lilly?

"Why?" I manage through gritted teeth as the pleasure skyrockets.

"She needs to know you're safe."

He places his palm over mine. Does he want me to stop? Fuck. I'm going to pass out if he dares to stop me now.

"Not. -now."

He slides his hand past the band of my underwear and gently nudges my hand aside, replacing it in the warm moistened center. I arch my hips, thrusting against his finger while I twist and pinch my nipples simultaneously.

The instant he adds a second finger, I clasp my thighs around them, eyes closed and lips apart. I raise my knee and put it on his, thrashing on the car seat and moaning like a strangled animal. Holy moly! I'm so close to orgasm but he keeps pulling back, swirling his thumb over my labia. Without meaning to, my kneecap brushes his erection. I gasp and move it again, this time, massaging it roughly through his pants.

I hear him gasp and then he adjusts, denying me the pleasure of touching him. I scoff but it comes out as a whimper because he chose that instant to curve his finger and work it roughly through my inner walls.

"Where's your phone?"

I blindly search the space with my free hand for the strapless purse. He's still pumping into me, teasing my senses with his rough strokes. When my hand finds the leather material of my purse, with shaky fingers, I unzip it and pull out the device

"Text her. Tell her you're leaving."

Gulping in breath, I click on the phone and quickly run my fingers across the screen. I don't care if my text will make sense. I just want to get this over with.

My muscles lock in ecstasy as he adds another finger. Quivering, jerking, and whimpering as orgasm jets at my center. Oh Fuck!

"Don't stop!"

I press send then allow the phone to fall from my hand. My body is twitching. He's no longer teasing but stroking me with an intensity that makes me shudder.

"What did you tell her?"

What the hell? I don't remember. I don't want to remember!

I claw at his hand, rocking against it like my nerves are lit on fire. Of course, they are! Fuck!

When I feel my center knotting, I tilt my head up and lock our lips. The wave of pleasure snacks into me and throws me over the edge. I let out a cry, rocking against his hand as orgasm claims me repeatedly.

Seconds after my release, I can still feel my clit twitch against his fingers. I nuzzle his neck and nip on the warm skin.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he finally pulls out his hand and raises them, dripping with my juice to his lips.

"Peachy," I say in a low voice. That was so intense. I've never felt this way. Ever.

As I try to catch my breath, the car door opens and the driver jumps into the front seat.

"I had a hard time seeking them out, Sir. I'm sorry about the delay."

Don't be. I had the best time of my life. The perfect birthday gift.

I turn to the older man who seems to be engrossed in his thoughts and lightly brush his lips with mine.

"Where are we headed?"

He offers me a charming grin, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "Where I can bury my shaft in you and make your toes coil."

Fuck! No one has been this blunt with me. His words send tingles down my spine and for the umpteenth time in one night, I feel more excited than I've been in years.