Page 69 of Endless Obsession

I slide one hand out from under her sweater, tangling my fingers through her hair as I nip lightly at her lower lip. “Do you want to make yourself come on me?” I whisper, arching my hips up against her. Little dove? It hangs on my lips, so close to slipping free, and I force the endearment back before I give myself away. “Come on my lap, sweetheart,” I murmur, licking along her lower lip as I wrap my hand in her hair. “I know you want to.”

I feel her tremble against me. I can feel her fighting with herself, the part of her that’s a good girl, that doesn’t make out with men in parking garages, where anyone could walk by and see. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, looking down at my still-healing mouth. “Every time you kiss me, I’m worried?—”

“It does hurt,” I murmur, pressing my hand against the back of her head. “But I’d rather kiss you and feel that sting than not have your mouth on mine.”

My other hand kneads her breast softly, rolling my thumb over her nipple, and her hips grind down against me again. “Make yourself come, Charlotte,” I murmur, still teasing her nipple as I shift beneath her, letting her feel the ridge of my cock rubbing against her again. “I want to feel it.”

“What—what about you?” she whispers breathlessly, rocking against me as she says it. I can feel her pleasure building, can see it in the red of her cheeks, the hitch in her breathing, the way her hips are starting to move of their own volition, as if she can’t stop herself from chasing the release that’s hovering just in front of her.

“We’ll get to that,” I murmur, my lips still very close to hers. “Grind on me just like this, sweetheart, or move those panties aside and get my jeans all wet. I don’t care which one. Just come on my lap like a good girl, Charlotte.”

She lets out a low, keening moan at that, her hips rocking faster. I tighten my fist in her hair, dragging her mouth to mine, ignoring the bruising pain of her lips against the still-healing wounds on my mouth as she starts to ride me in earnest. Every grind of her hips brings me closer to the edge, too, and I fight back the urge to come, relishing the feeling of her rocking against me as she chases her orgasm.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my life. Her hands fly up, gripping my shoulders as she bucks against me, and her eyes open suddenly, fixed on mine as she pulls back from the kiss, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I’m—oh god, Ivan, I’m?—”

“Fuck. Yes, baby, fucking come for me. Come on my fucking cock—” I pinch her nipple, rolling it as her head falls back, her mouth open as she lets out a shuddering cry, and I swear I fucking feel it as she comes. I can swear I feel the heat as her pussy soaks her panties and my jeans, as she rubs her clit frantically against the ridge of my cock, and I grit my teeth, groaning with the desperate need to come, too. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.

She’s panting, gripping my shoulders so hard that I can feel her nails digging in. Slowly, her breathing regulates, and when she opens her eyes I don’t see the eagerness there any longer.

Instead, I see something very close to panic.

“I—” She licks her lips, tugging her skirt down as far as she can get it to go, looking around the parking garage. My cock feels like it’s about to burst through my zipper, and I try to force myself to stop thinking about it, not to think about whether or not she’s going to return the favor and instead about what’s got her ready to bolt.

“Hey. I’m right here, Charlotte,” I murmur, tugging her mouth back to mine with my hand in her hair. But she resists, pulling back, and I let go of her on instinct.

She’s still sitting in my lap, her wet pussy right on top of my straining cock, and I think I might be in hell. If so, it’s not anything more than I deserve.

“I—I can’t believe I did this.” She runs her hands through her hair, and her distress starts to push back my desire a little. “We’re moving too fast, I think. I said I didn’t want to be exclusive, and I was jealous at the gala, and now this—” She leans back, licking her swollen lips nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Hey.” I smooth my hand over her hair. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to do anymore, it’s okay.” My cock lurches at that, as if to say that it’s most definitely not, but I do my best to ignore it.

Charlotte scrambles out of my lap, as if that was the go-ahead that she needed to put a stop to this. She grabs her purse, biting her lip, her expression confused and guilty. “I just need some time,” she whispers, and I nod, forcing patience past my very impatient desire.

“You can have whatever you need,” I promise her. “I’ll go at your pace, Charlotte. I promise.” I glance back at the elevator. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

She shakes her head abruptly. “No, I—probably better if you don’t.” Her gaze flicks back to my lap, and I know what she’s thinking—that if I walk her up, we’re going to end up doing this again, but in a place private enough that she won’t be able to talk herself into stopping. “Thank you for a—a wonderful day, Ivan,” she manages. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

Before I can even respond, she’s scrambling out of the car, as if she can’t get away fast enough. But I know it’s not me she’s running from.

It’s herself, and what she wants.

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When her name pops up on the chat site a few hours later, I know exactly why. She’s running from what she felt with me today—what we both felt—by talking to a stranger. By reminding herself why she wants her freedom.

And goddamn it, I can’t stop myself from giving her a taste of that, even as I’m working against my own interests.

I didn’t even make it out of my car before I jerked off once I was home, my cock aching from having Charlotte make herself come on it, unable to wait long enough to actually get inside my house. I’d come fast and hard, and now, just seeing her username pop up, I was halfway to stiff again.

CuriousDove24: I want to know what you’d do after you caught me in the orchard, Venom.

I read the sentence twice, my cock fully hard again in an instant, and I’m struck with the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I’m painfully jealous—of myself.

Charlotte doesn’t know Venom is me. Which means she left me in the car, hard and aching for her, and now she’s about to get off to this guy. Something cold and violent slithers through my gut, something that wants to see how far he can push her, even if I can’t.

Venom69xxx: Are you sure you want to know, dove?

I swallow hard, easing my cock out of my sweatpants, running my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. I’m going to find out how far her fantasies go tonight. I’m going to see if I can make my little dove fly away—and if it sends her right back into my arms.

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