The Best of Kristina Wright (7 page)

“Oh, oh yes,” she moaned as he moved his mouth to the other nipple. He suckled it hard through the fabric until it stood in rigid attention against the fabric. Her bra was wet now with his sucking, but she didn’t care. “I can feel that in my pussy.”

He murmured his pleasure as he slid a finger inside her. Her skin had warmed his fingers and she moaned softly, eyes closed, giving herself over to the feeling. Her nostrils flared, smelling not only Henry’s aftershave now, but also her own arousal. It was an intoxicating scent and, as he pushed a second finger inside her, she felt her body tighten. He slid his fingers in deep, then slowly withdrew them to her opening before pushing inside her once more. He curved them forward, finding her G-spot, and did it again.

The feeling was so intense she nearly told him to stop. But she knew if she could just take it for a few more strokes, he would make her come. So instead of pulling back, she made little thrusting motions with her hips, giving him what he was after. She bit her bottom lip, feeling her orgasm like a knot inside her, slowly loosening. Warmth coursed through her, starting low in her belly and spreading outward.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, tightening her pussy around his fingers.

Henry kept up his steady rhythm, using his fingers to coax her toward that elusive orgasm. She went still on him, straining toward inevitable release. As if sensing how close she was, Henry rolled her clit under his thumb as he stroked her sweet spot. She cried out, oblivious to her surroundings, feeling a gush of liquid as her orgasm washed over her.

“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured against the swell of her breast. “Come for me.”

And she did. Wet heat radiated outward from her swollen clit, drowning her in sensations as she rocked her hips on Henry’s fingers. She bent her head over him, pressing his hand between their bodies as her body throbbed with her release.

“Yes, yes,” Henry whispered. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

“Inside me,” she managed to gasp as she struggled to undo his belt in the tight confines of the car seat. “I want you inside me. Now!”

Henry withdrew his fingers from her still throbbing pussy and assisted her in her quest. He winced as she dragged his zipper down. “Damn, love, try not to rip it off or it won’t be any use to either of us.”

A fit of giggles struck her then, the incongruity of the situation striking her as funny. “Oh, don’t worry, I always have a spare handy.”

“What?”

“Just a joke,” she said. “Fuck me.”

Aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her as Henry finally freed his erection from his trousers and angled it inside her. Suddenly, there was nothing humorous at all about her situation. She gasped, instinctively tilting her hips to accommodate his length. He was all the way inside her and there was no need to go slow because she was already so very wet.

“Oh god,” he groaned, giving a short quick thrust. “You feel so damned good.”

She pushed back against him, feeling his cock go so deep it almost hurt. She felt full and swollen, as wet as she had ever been. Being on top gave her the control of their rhythm and she went slowly, enjoying the fullness and how she could feel every inch of him gliding inside her. She leaned back in his lap, letting him slide out a bit, then forward, pressing her breasts to his face. He clutched at her hips like a man overboard, seeking solid land.

“Oh, love,” he moaned against her breasts. “You’re driving me out of my mind.”

She’d already had one orgasm, but she could feel a second one building. His fingers had felt nice, but this sensation of engorgement couldn’t be caused by anything but his cock. She thrust a little harder against him, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. She was so wet and her range of motion was limited, it didn’t seem as if there could be enough friction for Henry to reach orgasm. But a few more thrusts and he was gripping her ass in his hands, guiding her faster on his rigid length. She tightened her pussy around him and he sucked in his breath, his cock twitching in instant response.

“Come inside me,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to feel you coming deep inside me.”

His cock felt impossibly large as she thrust down on him. She could tell he was close to finishing by the way he went still against her. She rotated her hips on him and he all but roared as he started to come, jerking against her so hard she bumped her head on the roof of the car.

She had been so caught up in making him come that she hadn’t realized just how close she was to her own orgasm. She kept up those little thrusting motions, dragging her aroused clit over the patch of hair above his cock until she was pushed over the edge into her own climax. She rode him like that until her sensitive clit couldn’t take any more.

Collapsing on top of him, her arms hanging down the back of the seat, she gasped and giggled as her pussy clenched around his slowly shrinking erection.

“Holy hell,” she whimpered. “Who would have thought doing it in the car would be so hot?”

Her breasts muffled his reply. “No kidding.”

Suddenly conscious that they were in the faculty parking lot and the car windows were completely fogged, she reluctantly slid back into her seat. There was so much wetness between her thighs and on his lower stomach, she didn’t know who had made a bigger mess. She suspected it was her.

“Hand me my panties,” she said. “They’re in the glove box.”

He chuckled as he handed her the black lace thong. “You’re just going to make a mess of them.”

“Better them than the back of my skirt,” she said ruefully as she shimmied into her panties and smoothed her wrinkled skirt into place. She looked over at Henry sprawled in the car seat with a satisfied smile on his face and his flaccid cock glistening against his pale stomach. He was an even bigger mess than she was and she frowned. “You can’t go inside like that.”

He looked down. “No mistaking what I’ve been up to, is there?”

“There should be tissues in there, too,” she said.

He fumbled through the glove box until he found the packet of travel tissues and cleaned himself up as best he could. Moments later, shirt tucked in and pants fastened, he still looked like the cat that ate the cream. The noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants didn’t help matters at all.

“Don’t worry,” he said, following the direction of her gaze. “I have a pair of pants in the office.”

“Keep extra clothes at work, do you?”

He grinned. “You never know when a beautiful young woman is going to offer herself up in exchange for an A.”

“Always prepared.” She smiled at him. “You’re quite the boy scout.”

He stroked a hand through her mussed hair. “You’re not bad yourself, love. I’m wiped out.”

“Hmm. Well, don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily,” she said with mock sternness. “You never know when I’ll be wanting a repeat performance.”

“Sounds promising.” He retied his tie and adjusted the collar, using the vanity mirror to guide him. “Not that this wasn’t a nice surprise, but when can we spend a little more time together?”

“I’ll give you a call later.” Though she was completely satiated, Charlotte couldn’t help but give him a teasing smile. “Tennis tomorrow, maybe? I’ll make you sweat to get me into bed.”

“I love a challenge,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before he slipped out of the car.

She laughed as she watched him sprint across the parking lot. At some point during their lovemaking, the sun had broken through the clouds and the squirrels had returned to their frolicking. She waited until he was gone from sight before she pulled out of the lot and headed back to the library. She was going to need an energy drink before the day was over.

“I need you,” Ian growled.

“That’s sweet, but I’m going out with the girls tonight,” Charlotte said as she drove through the heavy downtown traffic. “Remember?”

“Ah, right, I forgot it was girls’ night,” Ian said. “I’m on call this weekend, but as long as there isn’t a five-alarm fire, maybe we can do something tomorrow.”

Charlotte hesitated. “Well, I told Henry I’d play tennis with him tomorrow. I haven’t seen him in weeks.”

“Fine, fine, far be it for me to come between you and your old professor. How is Grampa, anyway?”

Charlotte found a parking spot on the street and maneuvered into it one-handed. “Don’t be mean. Henry is barely fifty and he’s in great shape.”

“But I want my girl to myself,” Ian said. “I guess I’ll have you on Sunday.”

“You’re a darling,” Charlotte said, and meant it. “Why don’t you stay over tonight? I’ll be in late, but I’ll wake you when I get home and you can
have
me then.”

“Oh, really,” Ian’s voice reflected his interest. “It’s that time, hmm?”

Charlotte checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked happy. She
was
happy – and hopeful. “Well, yes, but I’d still want you to stay over.”

“Uh-huh,” Ian said, not sounding at all convinced. “Well, then, have a good time with the girls and hurry home.”

Charlotte disconnected and smoothed her skirt before leaving the car. Henry wasn’t the only one who kept a change of clothes at work. She now wore a shimmery silver blouse with a red skirt. Red was Terrence’s favorite color.

Melissa and Wendy were already waiting at the bar for her inside the trendy bar Fringe. The décor was disco-chic and Charlotte’s silver blouse glinted in the light reflected by the mirrored tiles embedded in the walls.

Melissa handed her a dirty martini and leaned in close to be heard over the house music. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. Is Ian peeved?”

“Oh no,” Charlotte said, scanning the growing crowd in the club. “He’s staying over and I promised to wake him up when I get home.”

“You’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger.”

Wendy laughed. “He’s not the only one.” She tilted her head toward the opposite side of the club. “Here comes your little boytoy.”

Charlotte followed the direction of her friend’s gaze and felt her pulse jump. At six-foot-four, with a body of lean planes and sculpted muscle, Terrence was hardly little – nor was he anyone’s boytoy. He was, however, barely out of college, a fact that held more appeal than Charlotte could ever explain. She had met him when he’d come to the library to do research for his senior thesis. He had kept coming back after graduation. He was a lazy, but brilliant, music student with hands that could play her like a finely tuned instrument. As he strolled across the room, oblivious to the predatory looks he was getting from women of all ages, a shiver went up her spine.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Long time no see.”

“I suspect you’ve been staying busy.”

“I do all right,” he said with a lazy shrug. “But I’ve missed you.”

Wendy and Melissa made themselves scarce, giggling behind their hands as they left the two alone. Terrence knew the effect he had on women, with his exotic features and often insolent expression. It amused him to turn women into quivering, stuttering schoolgirls. Charlotte let him think she could take him or leave him – which she could – and that made her attractive to him.

“Want to get out of here?” There was no subterfuge with Terrence, no hidden agenda. It was one of the things she liked best about him.

“Impatient, sweetie?”

He threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned in. “Impatient to be inside you,” he said. “I told you I’ve missed you.”

A naughty thought took hold in her imagination. She took Terrence’s hand and pulled him toward a dark hallway. She led him into the women’s restroom off the kitchen area where harried kitchen staff put together heavy appetizers to complement the cocktails.

“What are you up to?”

Charlotte closed and locked the restroom door behind him before turning on the light. “What do you think?”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond. Pressing him up against the door, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a fierce kiss. She parted his lips with the tip of her tongue, deepening the kiss with the intention of distracting him from their surroundings. He tasted of tequila and the sharp tang taste reminded her of other things. She knew she had him when she hooked her leg around his hip and rubbed against him. He groaned softly, gripping her ass in his hands as he pulled her up hard against him. She could feel him beginning to stiffen and whimpered low in her throat.

He pulled back, a little breathless from their kissing. “You are wicked.”

She fumbled with his belt, laughing softly. “Let me show you just how wicked I can be.”

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

Having managed to get his belt unbuckled, Charlotte was not about to stop now. She proceeded to unfasten his trousers, noticing Terrence’s cock did not share his doubt about her naughty intentions. His cock was shaped like his beautiful fingers – long and smooth. She felt her own body respond to his arousal and clenched her thighs together.

“Maybe I can change your mind,” she said, thankful for her thigh high stockings as she slipped to her knees on the dirty tile floor.

Above her, Terrence’s dark eyes went wide. “What are you up to?”

She pulled his cock free from his pants and underwear and kissed the engorged tip. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re a very nasty girl.”

Wrapping her hand around the length of him, she looked up into his eyes. “Oh, you have no idea.”

She held his cock in her hand and licked his shaft from the tip to the base and back again. His sharp intake of breath turned her on, made her want to tease him long and slow. Unfortunately, she knew they didn’t have that kind of time before someone came knocking on the door to use the restroom, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him a little bit.

Looking up at him, she licked the ridge of his cock again. He threw his head back against the door and closed his eyes as she took him inside her mouth, cradling the broad head in the hollow of her tongue. He groaned softly, tangling his fingers in her long dark hair. She didn’t move, didn’t suck, just held him there in her mouth as she looked up at him. Finally, his eyes opened and he looked down at her, his gaze unfocused.