The Offer (26 page)

I reach behind
me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely
heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them,
making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending
a hand in turning me on.

“Now, your
knickers,” he says.

I slide them
down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little
dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my
body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the
time.

“That’s
right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car.
Slowly.”

It’s good
timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the
road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when
it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.

“They’re gone.
Get your fine arse in here.”

I slide on in,
the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The
backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room.
Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip
and for some reason it makes my mouth water.

He rubs his
thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans
back, holding his cock tight around the base.

“Just lick,”
he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend
you’re molasses.”

I get as
comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly
conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re
mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue
up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag
it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge.
He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the
top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I
find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a
response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.

“You like
that, do you, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cum?”

I nod and lick
him again, this way going back down.

Now he’s
groaning and pushing his cock up against my tongue. “You know what
they say, the worse something is for you, the better it
tastes.”

I give him a
sly look, pausing just to say, “And I know you’re bad for me.”

“Very bad, and
yet, oh so good.”

I lick him
fully and completely, all the way around.

“Now put your
lips over the head and just suck on the tip. Slowly.” I do as he
says but his hand goes to my hair and he grips it hard, tilting my
head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to look at me while you do.”

Shit. Eye
contact has never really been my thing, especially during sex, but
if it turns him on then I want to see it on his face. I stare at
him with lustful eyes and he watches me right back. His gaze is
intense, primal, consuming.

Finally he
breaks it, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the
seat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

I pause,
wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Do you want me to keep
going?”

He shakes his
head, breathing heavily. “No,” he says huskily. “I want you to flip
around so you’re on all fours. Your arse facing me.”

Well, okay
then. I hesitate but he raises his chin and looks at me, those eyes
gleaming with so much desire that I find myself getting wet all
over again. Just a look, just a suggestion and I’m all his.

“So fucking
perfect,” he says. His voice is beyond guttural I can almost feel
his vibrations. I’m a ball of nerves and temptation as I feel him
shift from behind me and place his hands on either cheek. “So
bloody ripe.”

“Ouch!” I cry
out. Did he just bite my ass?

“Sorry,” he
says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s taking a lot to
not eat you whole. But I can’t hold off for much longer.”

He begins to
massage and grip my skin then I feel the long, warm wet snake of
his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the
sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower.

Instead, he
spreads my cheeks apart and I flinch, not prepared for that.

“Relax,” he
murmurs. “You’ve got a good thing going on here.”

To him, maybe.
But I can’t relax, not when I feel a wet finger slide down my
crack, probing in a place that should never be probed.

“Relax,
Nicola,” he says again. “Trust me.”

I swallow, not
sure if I’m brave enough for ass play, even though he talks about
it all the damn time. But then his fingers go lower and slip
between my folds, stroking them.

“So fucking
wet,” he says, briefly teasing my clit before plunging his fingers
inside me. “So fucking ready.”

I hear him
shift and the sound of a condom packet being torn open. Then the
swollen head of his cock slides up and down my ass. He pushes
briefly in the wrong spot but before I can tell him off, he moves
further down and I hear an amused grunt from him. Testing me.

His hands go
back to gripping my hips and he moves me over an inch and back into
him. He eases the tip of his dick inside me and then pushes a hand
between my shoulder blades so my ass is raised, the angle
better.

Bram lets out
an animalistic moan as he sinks in and I can’t help but respond in
the same way. From this angle he makes me feel so damn full, I can
feel myself stretching beautifully around his thickness, soaking up
every second that he’s inside me.

He slowly
begins to slide out and then pushes back in, holding me in place
until I start to slip. Then my hands are up against the door of the
car, my face pressed against the fogged-up window as he slams into
me again and again.

One hand of
his goes for my clit, rubbing wild and messy, making me crazy and
the other one goes back to my ass cheeks.

He briefly
rubs between the crack, then positions his thumb at my ass and
slowly pushes in.

I nearly
freeze from the intrusion but I automatically clench around him.
This is definitely dirty, this is definitely taboo, but my body is
so turned on that it only makes matters worse. The more he pushes
his thumb inside me, all while his hard cock is spreading me below,
the more wild I feel, the more free.

I could
finally let loose, be anything, anyone. And I wanted to be animal.
He was making me one.

I groan
loudly. I want to growl. I want to demand he fuck me even
harder.

“You like that
don’t you?” he growls. “It’s making you wetter and you’re already
so fucking tight.” He pushes his thumb all the way in and I gasp.
It’s both so wrong and so right at the same time and fucking hot as
hell.

“You’re
creaming around my cock, babe,” he murmurs, making a thick,
primitive sound from somewhere deep inside. “You’re ready to
come.”

And just like
that, his finger presses down in one slick motion and I can feel
how wet I am and how every inch of me feels so damn full and I am
coming. I’m coming loud.

The orgasm
rips through me and I know I’m trying to hold onto the car door or
maybe I’m just trying to hold on in general because I feel like I’m
being flung somewhere very far away where there are stars and music
and my skin is blistering as the need melts off of me. I feel
reduced to nothing but a shining light and then Bram is still
going, still working away at me even though my muscles are rocking
with spasms, muscles clenching around him.

“I’m too
sensitive.” I try to tell him this and catch my breath at the same
time but he doesn’t stop and it sounds like he’s operating on pure
instinct now, driven to fuck, to come.

And somehow, I
don’t know how, but my sensitivity melts away and even though I’m
still full and swollen, I’m coming again for the second time.

This time Bram
comes too. It seems violent, surreal, bigger than the both of us.
His sounds, those gorgeous, crazed sounds, fill the car and as I
come down from yet another high – the greatest high – he’s holding
my sweaty back against his damp chest. He kisses down my spine in
between trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he
swears, trying to clear his throat. “That was unbelievable.”

“You’re
telling me,” I tell him, my own chest heaving. I peel myself off
the car door and nearly collapse onto the seat. “I’ve never come
twice in a row like that.”

“Then next
time we’ll have to shoot for three,” he says, smiling against my
skin. He places his hand around my waist and then slowly pulls out.
I automatically feel empty without him.

We sit down
next to each other in the backseat, the air filled with the hot and
musky scent of our sex. I’m totally naked and drenched. He looks
both slick and disheveled at the same time.

“Let me know
if you want a ride next time,” he tells me as he opens his
door.

“Will I ever.”
I quickly slip on my clothes and he drives us the rest of the way
home, no more pit stops.

When we
finally make it there, however, we disappear into his apartment for
a quickie. I know, I know. We just had mind-blowing sex and should
leave it at that. We’re fucking greedy, what can I say. And it’s
bad of me since Lisa is on the clock, but I can’t help it. Even
just leaving his car, his hands were all on me as we climbed the
stairs and though car sex was as steamy – and ground-breaking – as
anything, there was something about the comfort of a bed that
called to me.

Plus, you
know, the man was making me damn insatiable. When I was with Phil,
I rarely felt this turned on all the time. Even when we first
started dating, everything was so controlled and, let’s face it, my
physical attraction to Phil was never off the charts. He was cute,
albeit skinny, but I think I was more attracted to his indifference
and brains than anything else. And it’s not like he made me feel
like the sexiest woman on earth. If I ever gained a bit of weight –
and this was back when I was so damn thin – he’d comment and it
would set me off for days.

So where sex
with Phil had been adequate – I mean, it produced Ava – it was
never that bone-melting, must have, orgasms all night, kind of sex.
Not like it is with Bram. I wonder if this is what sex in general
is supposed to be like or I just got the luck of the draw with
Bram. I’m going to assume it’s mostly the latter.

Finally
though, it’s time to return to my apartment. Bram says he’ll
freshen up and then come over to sleep once Lisa leaves and I’m
ready for bed.

“Sorry I’m
late,” I tell Lisa as I step inside. “Missed my bus.”

She looks a
bit cross but says, “That’s okay.” She gets up off the couch. “Ava
was an angel, as always. Her levels were fine, too.”

“That’s great,
thank you.”

She walks past
me to the door but stops and stares at me with a discerning eye.
“You look different.”

“Do I?” I ask.
I checked my hair and makeup in the car back from our “shag spot”
and after the quickie, so I don’t think I particularly look like
I’ve just had sex or done something wrong.

“You’re all
flushed,” she notes.

“
Must
have been the walk from the bus stop,” I tell her, wanting to add
that it’s cold outside but I don’t want to keep talking and make
her suspicious. It’s not that I’m trying to keep us a secret, it’s
just that I don’t know what
us
is
yet. And screwing your landlord doesn’t look very good to the
outside eye.

She opens the
door and then jerks her head toward Bram’s apartment. “You know,
your neighbor has some pretty loud sex.”

I nearly
choke. “Oh yeah?”

She nods
gravely. “Yeah. I don’t know how you sleep with that racket. Got to
admit, he makes for a good show. And whatever woman he’s with.”

I feel my
cheeks burn. “Have a good night, Lisa. Thanks again.”

I have no idea
now if she suspects about Bram and I, but I know at some point
she’s going to put two and two together. I make a mental note that
just because we’re in Bram’s apartment, doesn’t mean I can’t cry
out his name at the top of my lungs. I should ask him to gag me
next time and then that thought itself turns me on.

But when Bram
comes into my bedroom later, I’m exhausted and it seems like he is
too. He doesn’t push me for sex, he just wraps his thick arms
around me and holds me to him. It’s nice. It’s so nice, just to be
held, to be wanted.

“You
comfortable?” he whispers in my ear.

“Very,” I tell
him. “I’m used to Ava crawling over me or just sleeping on me like
a sack of potatoes. But this, this is very nice.”

“Good,” he
says. “Because I don’t plan on letting go.”

“I had no idea
you were such a cuddler, Mr. McGregor.”

“Oh, there’s
probably a few things you don’t know about me, sweetheart,” he
murmurs. “But you will, in time.” He kisses my earlobe. “Besides,
it’s hard not to hold onto you. I’m afraid if I let go of you for
one minute, you may just slip through my fingers. And then where
would I be?”

“Jacking
off?”

“Aye,” he
says. “But you can’t do that forever.”

“Really? I’ve
tried.”

“You really
need to show me your dildo collection one day.”

“Only if you
promise to behave with them.”

“Nicola,” he
says in mock indignation. “I can’t believe you think I would do
anything that would jeopardize your fair virgin beauty.”

I giggle.
“Shut up. Who knew you were such a dork?”

“Not many do,
so please keep it between us and I won’t tell anyone about your
dildo collection.”

“It’s just a
few toys,” I say, playfully slapping his arm and settling back into
the mattress. It feels so, so good just to be in his arms.
“Besides, I think everyone I know has an idea. Steph says men think
of me as an ice queen. Ice queens don’t get laid.”

“Mmmm, that’s
not true. They do get laid. It’s just on their own terms. This was
on your terms, Nicola, and you know that. Maybe I oughta thank you
for letting me between your legs. Or maybe I oughta congratulate
myself for saying all the right things, though for the life of me I
don’t know what they were.”