Page 23 of Alpha's Forbidden Bond

She reached behind her and opened the side door, and we stumbled into the back seat. I was on top of her, and thankfully, she was wearing a dress. After pulling the door closed, I lifted the fabric up on her legs and reached my hand inside her underwear, all the while kissing her as if her mouth was my only source of oxygen. She got my coat off and then grabbed both sides of my shirt, ripping it until the buttons flew off, exposing my chest. “That was easier than the plastic packaging,” she joked before greedily sucking my tongue again. I fingered her wet pussy, and she slid her hands down the front of my body.

Undoing my belt, I gasped when I could feel her fingers dancing along the edge of my briefs. I’d never wanted someone so much in my life, and when she took me into her hand, the chill of her skin only added to the sensations. She stroked me with soft, slow tugs, and I pressed the pads of my fingers into her clitoris until her eyes were rolling back into her head.

She caressed the tip of my rock-hard cock with her thumb and then pushed my hand out of the way and guided me inside her.

She was dripping wet, so I was able to get my full length in with no problem. She bit her bottom lip, and if I didn’t look away from that sexy face she was making, I feared I might’ve finished right then. She wrapped her legs around my back and used her heels to push me even further inside of her. In the small car, however, it wasn’t easy to get a good rhythm going, and Diana must’ve figured that out because she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Somehow, we managed to change positions without having to separate fully.

Soon enough, she was straddling me, thrusting her hips back with a speed and intensity that made her breasts bounce wildly in my face. I cupped them both and brought one of her perky nipples into my mouth. She dug her fingernails into the tops of my shoulders.

She fucked me so good sweat dipped down the nape of her neck. When I began flicking her clitoris once more, she placed her hand flat onto the ceiling of the car so she could ride me even more aggressively without hitting her head.

“Oh god,” she moaned. Her sounds pitched louder, and the thought of someone seeing us having sex in a public parking lot like this only turned me on more. She circled her hips around as she slid down my member once, then twice, and on the last time, slamming herself down into my lap as I greedily fingered her bud and finished inside of her.

She tossed her head back, and I buried my face between her breasts and got her to completion as well. Then she dropped her perspired forehead down on my shoulder, and we both took a deep breath.

Chapter 10

Diana

Coming down from the high of what could only be described as the best orgasm of my life, reality hit me like the ground after a fall. I snapped back into the moment and realized that I was still in Andreas’ lap, and he was still inside me. I was at a complete loss for words. I drew back and stared at him for a second or two, wondering if he had anything to say about what had just happened. He stared back, deer-in-the-headlights style.

“I have to go.” I clambered out of his lap and nearly leaped out of the car. I smoothed out the front of my dress and ran my fingers through my now-tangled hair. Andreas pulled his pants back up and then buttoned his coat over his torn shirt. My cheeks were still bright red, my heart still pounding against my rib cage, so I looked anywhere but back at him.

“The mattresses,” he mumbled, along with a few other things I didn’t quite catch. He wasn’t looking at me either, and if he said goodbye, I missed it. Almost the second he was out of the car, he started marching back towards the store entrance, and I climbed into the driver’s seat. I sat there for a solid five minutes, buckled in and ready to go, just trying to make sense of it all. Who had kissed who first? Did he come onto me, and if so, did I give him some sort of signal?

But of course, everything from the last ten minutes was a blur. A sexy, sweaty blur. I sighed heavily and put my car in drive, hoping that by leaving the parking lot, I might be able to leave the memory of Andreas’ hands on my body behind as well. This man was a controlling jerk who I still wasn't fully convinced hadn’t been following me the last couple of nights. I needed to keep my distance from him, and try my best to forget anything had ever happened between us.

“Oh good! You got pepper spray,” Georgie said later in the day, looking down at my keys, which I had tossed carelessly next to the register when I got into work that morning. “I was hoping you would take my advice when I mentioned that to you last night. I know some people are worried they are going to, like, accidentally spray someone they know or themselves, but that really doesn't happen. Plus, having the peace of mind is worth the risk if you ask me.”

“I agree,” I said from the table near the front door, where I was re-doing the book display for fall. “But it wasn’t easy to get. At first, the guy behind the counter didn’t want to sell it to me. Apparently, there’s some store policy about selling ‘weapons’ to people who seem distressed. Although, I was hardly distressed, and that’s hardly a weapon!”

“That’s weird. I wonder why he thought you were upset.”

“I mean, I was a little uneasy,” I admitted, careful not to look Georgie in the eye. I returned to my work with the display and added, “But nothing that would warrant not selling me some pepper spray. You know what, I think single women who live alone in a city should just be given free pepper spray. I really don’t think there are that many cases of people abusing the stuff, do you?”

“Probably not, but who knows?” Georgie said. “Plus, this is no city, and technically, you don’t live alone.”

“You think your grandma is going to be a big help if someone comes into the house in the middle of the night?”

She shrugged. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Either way,” I said. “I’m happy I have it now, and as long as you don’t mind walking with me until it gets too cold and I have to start driving to work, that would make a huge difference as well. I don’t have any proof, but I swear to god someone was outside my window last night.”

“Maybe it’s just some neighborhood kids playing pranks,” she suggested, though I wasn’t sure if she said this to make me feel better or to ease her own worries. Ever since I told her I thought someone was following me, Georgie had been more on edge than usual. “There are these teenage boys who live down the street from my apartment building, and they are always doing weird stuff. They toilet-papered one house and spray-painted lude pictures onto another person’s bushes.”

“Okay, but peeping into windows isn’t rowdy kid’s stuff. It’s a crime.” I frowned at her. “Actually, I think those all might be crimes.”

“I guess what I’m saying is that you might not have to be as afraid. Sure, anyone creeping on you through your window is scary and illegal, but if it’s some pervy kid we’re talking about, that’s a little less alarming than an adult man. Don’t you think?”

I thought about it for a second. “I suppose so. But if you think I wouldn’t use pepper spray on a teenage boy, you’re dreaming.”

“Oh no, you definitely should,” she said with a laugh. “Somebody’s gotta teach these kids a lesson. Speaking of, how did you end up convincing the cashier to let you buy such a dangerous weapon after all?”

“Oh—well—” I attempted to stack one more book on top of the pile I made on the table, but my hands started shaking again, and the whole thing came tumbling down. “Shit!” I got down on the ground and gathered up the tossed paperbacks. Some of them now had bent pages and cracked spines, even though they were brand new. “Sorry, Georgie! I don’t even know what happened just then. Now, some of these look used.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Nobody is going to notice the creases on the spine. And if they do, I’ll knock a dollar off or something.” She rushed to help me get everything back on the table. I could feel her eyes on me once we had retrieved all the books from the floor.

“What?”

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