Page 52 of Rising from the Ashes

“You want me? Here?” I ask him, my voice challenging him.

He grips my ass tighter and smiles, “I want you anywhere I can get you.”

One of his hands leaves my ass and slides across my thigh to the front of my skirt where he slides the fabric of my lace panties to the side allowing him easier access. With no warning, he slides his fingers inside me, curling them up toward my delicate center. I fight with the need to grind my hips harder into his hand or work to get his belt undone.

“Come on Calista, be my little slut. Use my fingers,” he whispers. My hips desperately meet his fingers with each thrust.

Leaning over, my breaths become ragged as I fight with the belt buckle and button of his pants. Once I get them undone, he lifts his hips up and pulls his hands away just long enough to free himself from the confines of his jeans. His cock springs free, hard and ready for me.

I rise up on my knees and grab the base of his cock, positioning him at my slick entrance. Slowly, I slide myself down, relishing in the feeling of his thick erection stretching the walls of my pussy.

He grips my ass again, urging me forward. “I said fucking use me, dammit.”

I rest my hands on his shoulders for leverage, and rise up and down. Slamming back down harder with each thrust. The tip of his cock drives to the hilt with each movement. The space between the plastic of the car door and middle console is tight, and I can feel the burning on the skin of my knees as I continue to chase my orgasm.

I rest one hand on the cool window now fogged up from our hot breaths mixing within the car. My release begins to bubble in the pit of my stomach and I can feel my muscles clench around him.

“Shado…I’m so close!” I cry out, leaning my head forward, my movements now frantic as I feel myself about to fall off the edge of ecstasy.

His hands grip my hips and he flashes that mischievous grin at me again, right as he pulls me off of his cock and throws me back into the passenger’s seat.

Beads of sweat have now formed on my skin and I am breathless from the relentless way I rode him.

Almost instantly my euphoria is replaced with agitation and I whip my head in his direction, “What the fuck was that?”

As he is readjusting himself, he laughs, “Fun for me.”

“You just gave yourself blue balls, you know that right?” I snap.

“Ohhh, Bunny, you’ll give it to me later like you always do.” He blows a kiss in my direction.

Slumping back in the seat, I cross my arms and pout. “If I had an arrow, I’d shove it up your ass.”

He laughs just as his non-Society phone pings.

Pulling it out of his pocket, he smiles.

“Time to go meet a friend.”

***

We drive in silence for twenty minutes until we are on the outskirts of Edinburgh. I am still sulking in the seat next to him when he pulls into a gated gravel driveway. He pulls up to the gate and enters a code on the panel. The gate jerks and begins to creak open. As we drive through, I look up at the trees acting as an archway over the gravel drive.

It opens up to a circular parking area in front of a large stone mansion, reminding me of my father’s.

He leans over the middle console and runs his rough hands up my inner thigh, “Don’t worry, beautiful. I won’t deny you for long.” He winks as he undoes the seatbelt. It clicks and releases to its holder.

“You chose blue balls, remember?” I quip as I grab the door handle and let myself out of the car. I can hear him chuckle as I slam the door and walk around to the front of the car.

“Where are we?” I ask as I look up at this massive mansion before me. Gargoyles are randomly perched up on the roof above the entryway and peaks of the rook. It reminds me of something out of Beauty and the Beast, one of my favorite movies as a child.

“Drake’s.” He says, as he begins to ascend the steps before us.

I hurry behind him and grab his hand, “You really thought it was a good idea to take me to the house of someone who wants to kill me?”

He shakes his head, “He doesn’t want to kill you…anymore.”

“Yes, because that is SO much better,” I say sarcastically. I may not be in Drake’s crosshairs anymore, but I also don’t want Everly in his sights either.

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