Page 10 of Forbidden Desires

Eyes gleaming with wicked intent, Eric pressed a large palm to one of my thighs, nudging it farther apart from the other, like he was Moses and I was the Red Sea, falling apart at his command. I knew that I shouldn’t. Jeff was right up front, a few feet away. Sweet Jeff. Jeff, who had no interest in any of what was going on in the back of the car, even as Eric pushed my pussy lips apart beneath the damp material of my panties.

“Hey, Jeff?” Eric said, the even tone of his voice giving nothing away. “I’d like the music a little higher, please.”

Jeff obliged, just in time to cover the squeak I let out as Eric’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric and stroked right over my still sensitive clit. My thighs shook and my stomach musclesclenched. A flood of pleasure made me lightheaded and caused my nipples to stiffen and ache against my lace bra. I vaguely registered the rising volume of the music as Eric turned toward me and leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

“I apologize for my impatience,” he said huskily, sounding anything but contrite for his sinful behavior. “But I want to see you come apart again.”

Then, without warning, he sank two fingers into me. One digit after the other, until his palm was pressed against my clit and my pussy was full of his fingers.

This time, when I gasped, I didn’t hold it back. The music swallowed any chance of it getting to the front of the car, and my head tilted back against the seat. Eric’s lips settled at the heated, pulse-thumping column of my throat.

“You’re so fucking warm,” he whispered there, breath hot as it ghosted across my skin. “Warm…soft…slick and tight.” He groaned as he crooked his fingers and I hissed, rolling my hips so they’d stay at that deep, pleasure inducing spot where the tips of them teased.

“You like being finger fucked, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone dark and dirty. “I can feel it in the way you tighten around them as I bury them deep inside your sweet little body. The way your pussy grips my fingers when I try to drag them back out.”

There was no point in denying the truth. “Eric…”

I panted his name desperately, trying to keep my voice below the volume of the music in the car. The heel of his palm rubbed against my clit as his fingers thrust in and out slowly, leisurely, keeping me full just on his hand alone. I found myself rocking back and forth in the car seat, moving with his motions.

“That’s it. Just like that.” His damp lips skimmed their way back up to my ear. “Fuck yourself on my fingers and let yourself enjoy it. Imagine it’s my cock stretching you open and filling you up.”

I whimpered, unable to think of anything else as he continued to elevate my insatiable need, plying me with his expert strokes. My toes curled in my high heels, and I gripped the sleeve of his suit. Oh my God. I was so close. His teeth grazed the side of my neck, his palm adding more pressure to my hard and throbbing clit. I was so drenched I was sure I was going to leave a wet spot on the seat.

I wanted to. I wanted to leave the evidence of my pleasure on Eric’s perfectly cared for upholstery.

Hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, my orgasm beckoned and I tightened around his fingers—

Right on the edge, he pulled them away.

“Ah,” he said, much too casually when I was on the verge of combusting. “Seems we’re home already. Jeff makes good time.”

I whimpered, exasperated and frustrated as the fingers previously inside me gently straightened out my panties and put my dress in place. But, before he got out of the car to go around to the other side and let me out, he made sure to lick each one of the fingers he’d withdrawn from my pussy. His tongue laved each digit, sucked each one into his mouth, removing any evidence that they’d been inside of me, soaked with my arousal.

He looked me in the eyes as he did so, the blue of them darkened with lust. “You taste fucking divine.”

Eric’s voice was husky, and I shivered at his words and his tone, feeling another rush of wetness flood between my thighs. I squeezed them together as he slid out of the car, and attempted to un-fluster myself by the time he was on the other side of the vehicle, letting me out.

My legs were shaking and my first step was a stumble, and thus, the un-flustering of my situation was a marked failure.

“Have a good night, Jeff. Feel free to drive her around and pick up something decent to eat before parking her,” Eric calledas he closed the door behind us and hooked his arm in mine again to lead me through the front door of his high rise.

I couldn’t take in the gold and black motif with the awe that I usually would have. I couldn’t find intrigue in the echoing reverberation of my steps in line with his against the marble floors. I didn’t even respond to the receptionist at the front desk who greeted Eric.

“Good evening, Mr. Maxim,” she said with a smile. “I hope your evening was wonderful.”

“It was fantastic,” he replied, inclining his head toward her. “Thank you, Lydia.”

I couldn’t pay full attention to any of this shit because all I could think about was the pulsing ache between my thighs. The strength in Eric’s hands as he’d ramped up my desire in the car. The way that I wanted him to push between my legs again but instead of his fingers, I wanted his cock. I wanted to be completely unravelled by him.

Sexual tension crackled between us with every step, until we were finally behind the doors of the elevator. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered Dominique mentioning that Eric lived on the top floor. Most likely, the penthouse suite.

It’d be a long ride up.

Before I could say anything, I was pressed back against the wall of the elevator. Eric’s lips were on mine, and I could taste the sweetness of my own pussy when his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned. Why did I like it so much? It wasn’t necessarily the taste—it was that he was kissing me so ravenously while it was still on his mouth. It was that he had me hiked up against the wall with my hands pinned above my head, dominating me…

It was that his control had snapped, that I could feel the hard press of his cock even through his slacks and my panties. The intensity of his hunger matched my own, and I revelled inthis unrestrained side to the man who’d been the epitome of decorum for most of the night.

He rolled his hips against mine, groaning impatiently against my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so long and hard that you can’t walk straight by the time I’m done with you,” he said, tugging gently on my bottom lip with his teeth. “And you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

---