Chapter 55 A Little More... Please...
I can actively feel my heart thumping in my throat as David all but shoves me in the waiting car outside.
When he slams the door shut, walking around to the other side, I feel overwhelmed by the silence in the car as Theo turns the ignition on. David is getting in, so is Marcus, and then the car is moving.
The guys start talking immediately, trying to work out between them why they’ve been let out of the building with no consequences, why the sudden change of heart, what on earth they could be planning. It is a heightened conversation, each of them wired as fuck as they try to understand what the fuck just happened. The uncertainty is fuelling their rage, only able to ask rhetorical questions as they plan their next point of action.
Each word feels like it is slapping me in the face, a horrid reminder that I have all the answers, but I can’t say a single thing about it.
I know David feels that it is some kind of ploy. But I know the truth about why that man has suddenly thrown a curveball, an almost peace offering.
I haven’t said anything in minutes. It feels like as soon as I open my mouth, I’ll throw up.
Why is he here?
I look over at David, who is frowning as he looks between Theo and Marcus, speaking in a tone that does nothing to relax the situation at all, Theo keeping his eyes on the road, but gesturing enough that I can still feel the emotions rolling off him, the same that I can feel from all of them.
Anger. Confusion. Vulnerability.
We are all feeling it. Just in painfully obvious different ways.
Looking down at my fingers, they feel numb and tingly all at once. They feel disconnected when I try to stretch them out, ending up curling them back into fists on my lap as I take a deep breath.
I feel unhinged. Shaky. Provoked. I’m not sure how to fix it. How to make sure it isn’t obvious. How to act normal.
But it seems that my body knows.
Before I can process what I am doing, I’m leaning forward, hitting the button to slide up the partition screen, and climbing over David, straddling his lap after hiking up the bottom of my dress so that the side slit allows my legs more movement.
“What are you–” He starts to ask, his eyebrows creased together making deep lines in his forehead, but I just smash my mouth to his, kissing him as though my life depends on it.
It doesn’t take long for his hands to find my waist, a strong grip on my body as I push as close to him as I can get. He returns the kiss in a surge that pushes me back, having to put a hand on the glass behind me as one of his hands goes to the back of my head to hold in place against his mouth.
Whether it is just a reaction to how I am attacking him in the backseat of his car after such an intense interaction, or he is actually matching some of the turmoil I am feeling, David is kissing me with just as much passion.
Maybe he thinks I am doing this to calm him down, and maybe for a few minutes, I am okay to let him think that.
The way his fingers are digging into me, wrapping in the material of the dress, it is like he wants to just rip it off of me, and part of me wants that, something that would match how chaotic I feel inside, but I’m not about to have that happen for a second time.
Instead, I distract him by starting to undo the buttons of his trousers as fast as I can. The kiss has become breathy, filthy and needy. His hands are running down my body to my legs, up my exposed thigh and making my skin shiver in the wake of his fingers.
A possessive hold on my ass is followed by a low groan.
“So you really aren’t wearing anything under here?” He asks against my lips, sliding his fingers underneath my thigh, closer to my core, making me shift and spread my legs a little bit more as I feel his trouser button pop open.
He has no issue with my hand sliding down his boxers, even using his hold on me to lift me away from him a few inches so that I have the space to pull his already rock hard cock out and wrap my fingers around him. His moans are smothered by the way I am kissing him, unrestrained, just like my actions are.
Pulling me back down to his lap, my hand is forced off of him as he ruts his hips into me, hard.
A couple of thrusts help him find the angle he needs, and the next minute, he has reached between our bodies to guide his cock inside me.
Throwing my head back as he slams his entire length in, I moan loudly into the already tense air, his hand instantly coming up to the back of my head and fisting my hair, holding me still as he starts fucking me harshly, his mouth finding the column of my neck and biting my skin.
“5 minutes.” Echoes through the speaker, making me realise that I’ve completely forgotten where I am.
David leans forward, pushing me back, and slams his hand on the console button.
“Keep driving.” He growls, before sitting back and dragging my mouth back to his for a filthy kiss.
I let myself be pliant in his grip, I let him hold my hips where he needs so that he can fuck into me at a relentless pace, letting my body be used by him.
When his hand leaves my hair, I whine at losing the glorious feeling of my scalp prickling at the pull, but then my noises turn more desperate as his palm slides down my chest, following the line of the chain of the necklace that he put on hours earlier.
His fingers curl around his initial, and then he is wrapping the chain around his fist, swivelling the necklace round and tugging the chain behind me. The result is the choker stiffening around my neck, pulling my face away from him, holding me inches above him and feeling eerily similar to when he would put his whole hand around my neck.
Panting heavily as I search his almost black eyes for any indication of what he is going to do next, I inadvertently clench around his cock, making his hips stutter, making him groan, and making him tug on the chain a little harder.
“Do you know how good you look like this?” He growls, and I swallow deeply as he restarts grinding into me, slower this time. “Letting me use you however I want in the back of my fucking car?”
“David….” I breathe, my head swimming as I try to match the rhythm of his hips, his pace suddenly too soft for what I need. “Please, just–”
“You know I had this chain reinforced?” He interrupts, tugging on the necklace again and making my head fall back as his other hand tenses as he grips my ass, pulling my hips just as he fucks into me.
It is too much, and simultaneously not enough.
I want the orgasm that is building in my stomach, harshly reminding me that I am getting close, but won’t get to the end like this. I want more. And yet, he just keeps the same pace, the same rhythm of slow, purposeful thrusts, deep, filling me up, but not fucking me the way I need.
“I can tie you to the ceiling, with you wearing nothing but this.” He continues, his tongue now licking its way up my neck as he speaks. “It will hold you up, while I fuck you however I fucking please.”
“David…” I whimper, the desire spearing through me at his words, trying to move my hips faster, but he holds me in place.
“How close are you, Doll?” His words hit my ear in a whisper, through me off as the softness feels so different to how he is just talking.
“I’m… a little more… please...”
He doesn’t respond to me with his words.
Instead, he tightens his grip on my necklace, on my ass, making sure that I can’t move fucking anywhere, and then he starts slamming his hips into me. The change is instant, like my body has suddenly been engulfed in a fire, the suddenness overwhelming.
I feel my orgasm creeping closer, but by the time I feel myself approaching the edge, my moans getting higher and higher, he slams one last time, and I feel him pulse inside me, his come filling me as he groans into my neck, and stops altogether.
Then he releases the chain from his fingers.
My shallow breaths, searing hot blood in my veins, and dizzy mind are making my brain struggle to understand why the choker is suddenly loose around my neck, why he is lifting me off his lap, placing me back in my seat next to him and doing his button up on his trousers.
The car door next to David opens before I realise the car has even stopped moving.