Take Me Read Free

laughing and reached under my jacket for his. When he
pulled out his hand, a foil packet gleamed red under the emergency
lighting.
    “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you.” But I
couldn’t help smiling.
    “Oh, so you’re saying you weren’t checking
out my ass earlier?”
    I snatched the packet out of his grip. “Shut
up and unzip your pants.”
    He laughed harder, but he followed my
commands. His delicious cock sprang free as he shoved his clothing
out of the way. If we had more time now, I’d show him exactly how
much I appreciated his body.
    My fingers trembled so much that it took a
couple of tries to rip open the packet. I rolled the condom over
his cock. It felt as hard and thick as it looked. I kept my eyes on
his as I knelt on the couch, straddling his hips.
    When I lowered my body over his, air hissed
between his teeth. I understood the feeling. I nearly came
myself.
    We both held perfectly still for a long
moment before the need to move overtook me. I braced my palms on
his shoulders and ground against his body. He rested his hands on
my thighs, letting me set the pace this first time.
    I rose and swiveled my hips in a figure
eight. A muscle in his jaw twitched while I continued my sensual
dance. With an animalistic growl, he palmed my ass, urging me
faster.
    I was more than happy to comply. The hard
thrust of him intoxicated me. He spread my ass cheeks, plunging
even deeper into me.
    It had been too damn long. I had no control
of my body. Instinct had taken over. My nails dug into his shirt
and the flesh beneath it as my pussy convulsed around him. He
swallowed my cries with a rough, demanding kiss.
    His thighs stiffened beneath mine. A low
groan vibrated through his body, and his cock pulsed in my pussy,
setting off a series of aftershocks that left me limp.
    But it was those piercing eyes that reduced
me to a quivering mass. His look said unequivocally that he wasn’t
done with me yet. Not by a long shot.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Ian and I had straightened our clothing and
were pulling on our jackets when the concierge returned with the
hotel vouchers. She apologized profusely again, but I was anxious
to leave. I wanted Ian’s hands on all of my bare skin the next
time. And I wanted the next time to be now.
    If I wanted sex, he must have wanted it more.
I had to race-walk to keep up with his long strides down the
airport corridors. In minutes, we were at the taxi pick-up.
    He assisted me into the cab and gave the
driver the hotel’s name. The car pulled out into the sparse traffic
exiting the airport. Rain pounded the cab, and sheets of water
sluiced down the windows, blurring the outside world. Our taxi and
the rest of the vehicles skirted lakes of standing water as the
rain came down faster than the sewers could cope.
    Ian curled his arm around me and held me
tight against the cold, wet night. Maybe it was the rhythm of the
rain. Maybe it was the post-coital drowsiness that made me relax so
much. Maybe it was my own naiveté assuming he’d behave in front of
someone else.
    When Ian slid his hand up my skirt, the
sensation jolted me out of my stupor. I hadn’t bothered donning my
panties and hose out of fear that it would take too much time, and
I’d be caught by the airline’s concierge. Instead, I’d shoved them
into the pocket of my suit jacket.
    Which meant my pussy was naked under my
skirt, and Ian knew it.
    His fingers stroked my inner thighs, gently
encouraging me to part them. Shameless, I spread my legs for him.
He played with my flesh, still swollen and tender from our fuck at
the airport.
    Every once in a while, the driver glanced at
us in the rearview mirror while he regaled us with tales of the
golf ball-sized hail his wife reported coming down at their
apartment building. I didn’t know if he could see what Ian was
doing. Part of me wondered what the driver would do if Ian undid
his trousers and took me right there in the back seat. Would he try
to watch while driving? Would he pull