Page 14 of Yours, Truly

The tension in the car had been sky high as he sped down the dark roads away from the city. I wasn't sure if he was taking me to his place or a different way home or to the middle of a field.He was going to murder me.I doubt after a kiss like that, murder would be on the cards but you couldn't be too careful.

Technically he was still a stranger to me; I knew nothing about him. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, as his eyes narrowed on the road ahead.

His breathing was slightly heavy, his lips and throat so dry that I could hear him swallow alongside the purr of the engine. Even his hand shifted the gears with force as he purposely allowed his fingers to brush my leg, causing that familiar electric jolt at every touch. My heart was racing and I wasn't sure whether to talk, he made me nervous.

I studied him; the darkness in his eyes, the serious expression on his face trying to hide his emotions. As if he was fighting a battle within himself. I’m not sure what made me do it, maybe inan attempt for comfort or reassurance, but I delicately grazed my fingers on his leg, afraid to fully touch him, and so gently that I could pull away quickly if I needed.

Both his breathing and the car speed picked up. He shuddered softly at the touch of my fingertips, trying to keep himself composed as he reacted like I gave him electric shocks with each stroke. He loosened the top button of his white shirt as he swallowed, as if it was constricting his airway.

“Do you want us to crash?” he growled, struggling to keep himself composed, as if he was fighting every urge within his body, his energy vibrating and filling the car.

“I trust you,” I teased as I bravely placed my hand a little further up his leg, watching his reaction.No turning back now. Hands still clutching the steering wheel, even tighter than before, his eyes remained frozen on the path ahead.

“I wouldn't,” he chortled, breaking his stone exterior as he glanced a look in my direction. Our eyes met and that was it.

The Porsche halted to an urgent stop in the middle of nowhere, parked in a small bay, sheltered by some trees in a forest clearing and secluded from the main road. The tires squealed as they gripped the soft tarmac. He began to breathe again as he placed a hand under my chin, forcing me towards his face.

“Don’t. Ever. Trust me.” He whispered his warning breathlessly, hurt filling his eyes as they roamed my face, taking a moment to pause at my lips before crushing them with his own.

The kiss was harsh at first but softened slightly the more he relaxed into it. His hand cradled the back of my head, trying to grip my hair as it was pulled tightly in a ponytail, coming loose now as he controlled me. He pulled my head back forcing me to meet his eyes before he planted a gentle kiss on my neck, a small moan escaping my lips as my body melted into him.

Nate was losing control, that tough exterior becoming gentler, a little different from the first time, a little more tender. I had wanted this for a while and I was going to imprint this in my memory, in case this was just a trip down memory lane and nothing more. I would be satisfied.

He reached down between us, unclipping the seatbelt before resting his large hand on the bare skin of my thigh. He traced his fingers in a circular motion, lightly watching me shudder at his touch.

“You see how dangerous this is?” he asked as he rested his forehead on mine, judging my reaction. His breathing was unstable and I knew I had an effect on him, noticing his lips parting slightly as he panted. I closed my eyes, calming my breath as he slowly slid his hand further up, just under the fabric of the skirt, teasing me. And this…” he panted as I tried to stay calm, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat.

“I think it's fine,” I lied, squirming as it took every ounce of willpower to remain calm and not give in right now.

“You're a liar, sweetheart,"” he whispered in my ear as he moved his fingers along my inner thigh, the nickname he had been using, like music to my ears. I hummed quietly as hetested me, experimenting with my body’s reactions, like I was his science project.

Two can play this game. My confidence suddenly skyrocketed to the point where I was ready to give in to this game, play my move. Keeping our foreheads pressed, I mirrored his hand with my own, pressing it incredibly close to the bulge that had formed in his navy-blue trousers. Giving a small squeeze, his breath betrayed him as he shuddered at my touch. I couldn’t help but hum at the reaction, ready to move on to the next stage.

I traced over his rock-hard arousal. He swallowed and let out a small sigh that he had clearly been holding back. The sexual tension between us was threatening to explode. I could see it in his face. He was fighting not to lose control. The feeling of empowerment swept over me and I decided to push a little further. I unbuttoned his pants, biting my lip. Quickly, he seized my wrists to pause my movements.

“Not yet. Open,” he instructed, as he grazed his fingers over my already wet laced underwear. He had taken control back like something in his brain shocked him out of the trance.

It was simple. I obeyed, spreading my legs, giving him access to me. There was something about him giving me commands that turned me on massively. I kind of liked that. I also liked the praise that would follow after.A new kink unlocked. He began to rub his finger roughly along my wet underwear, watching me lose control. His grip on my wrist released gently, guiding me towards his package. He pressed my hand against it,encouraging me to squeeze a little.

The pleasure that ran through my body as his fingers picked up the pace between my legs and I felt the friction of the lace rubbing on my sensitive part. I copied his movements, rubbing him over the top of his trousers with my hand, his moans uncontrollably falling from his mouth. We broke apart and he let go of me to open his pants, releasing his swollen stiff cock.

“Get on my lap,” he whispered as he rummaged in his wallet to find and place a condom over his length, before lifting me over to him.

Straddling him in this tiny sports car with not much space to move was difficult, but we made it work. We moved his chair into a more horizontal position to make it comfortable for both of us. His hands rested on my hips as he supported my weight, levelling me up to him but also protecting me from knocking myself out on the damn car roof.

He lifted the hem of my dress and pushed the fabric of the underwear to the side as he held his cock in place, guiding it towards my entrance. Rubbing the tip along me before letting himself slide in. I gasped at the feel of him guiding gently inside me before I took his whole length, just like I had before; it was as if he was made to fit there.

He moaned as he pressed me into his body, a sigh of relief, signifying that he got what he wanted. He pulled the criss-cross neckline of my dress down with his teeth, exposing my white lace bra. I adjusted myself so he could play with my breasts, his mouth running over them, tongue flicking my nipple.

His hands gripped my waist as I began to slowly rock back and forth on him, feeling his length hit deep inside me. He trailed his hands down around me, pulling me even closer to him, cupping my arse cheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze as he tried to push himself further into me before rocking me a little rougher on him.

I rested my head in his neck, lining soft kisses just below his ear before surprising him by taking the lobe between my teeth, grazing him and causing him to moan a lot louder than he had before.

“Fuck, Gi,” he chuckled. It was the first time he moaned my name and I loved it. That fired me up, I rocked myself on him a lot rougher, desperate to get that friction I craved, the lace from my underwear rubbing on my clit as he was inside me and his mouth on my nipples driving me over the edge.

He felt incredible. He felt like home. Nate and I became breathless as I rode him harder and faster, lust filling his eyes as he grabbed my ponytail giving it a tug.

“Do I feel good sweetheart?” he moaned.

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