It was a while before I realized the car had stopped. We were in the confines of a parking garage. I was still kissing him, as the driver opened the door. We managed to extricate ourselves from the vehicle, hurrying for the elevator. Once inside, he grasped my upper arms, drawing me to him, covering my mouth with his soft lips. The door slid open, but we were on the wrong floor.
“Shit!” He pressed the button again impatiently.
If he was distracted, I was more so, sucking on his lip, trying to eat him alive. I drove my fingers through his hair, altering his perfect locks. He looked marvelously bedraggled by the time I was through with him. When we emerged from the elevator, he led me to the door of his apartment, inserting a key. I hardly had a moment to take it all in, because of the speed at which he escorted me down the hall to his bedroom. The modernly appointed space was decorated sparingly, the bed being the largest piece of furniture in the room. We fell onto it, an excited heap of flesh and bones, encased in far too many pieces of clothing. His tie came undone, along with his shirt. I flung my top to the floor and discarded my pants. Our naked bodies pressed together, hands sliding over skin, fingers seeking, exploring, while our tongues fought a never-ending battle. I hardly had a moment to gather myself before his cock prodded me, wetting itself in my juices. The state of my arousal was something I would blame him for. He was why I was such an emotional and physical mess, and only his touch could cure me.
“Is this happening?” I sounded breathy.
“Apparently.”
I giggled, “What is this?”
“The hell if I know.”
His cock drove deep, filling me completely. “Oh, God, James. Just fuck me.” His plundering hardness left me trembling, my body begging for more. I threw my legs around his hips, gripping him tightly.
“You crazy bitch.”
“You sadistic bastard.”
“That makes us even.”
He kissed me, while stroking intimately; his movements were matched, thrust for thrust by the tilt of my pelvis. We strove to reach oblivion together, the pressure building, threatening to blow the lid off the pot. I gripped his ass, my fingers digging into his muscles. He groaned in my ear, his hot breath ragged and gasping.
“Oh…God…James…”
Our bodies were slick with perspiration; the energy we exerted to climb to the pinnacle of abandon had taken its toll. I would be chafed and swollen tomorrow, my lips gratefully suffering the ardent abuse of his mouth. I was nearing the end of what I could withstand, because just being this close to him was enough to fling me over the edge.
“James!” He rose over me, his face unguarded. His need was etched clearly in that expression, and it shocked me. The gentleness of his lovemaking gave way to passion, his cock driving deep with each thrust. I could barely breathe; the pace was so intense. I shuddered, flinging my head against the pillow, as the orgasm hit. “Ooohh…God…fuck me, James. Fuck me!”
“Aw…Jesus…” he groaned, stiffening, his release pouring out in a torrent. He mumbled something incoherent, collapsing on top of me. The sheets were damp beneath us. We remained together for long minutes, until our breathing had returned to normal. Then he fell to his side, drawing me to him.
“Is this your idea of ruining me?”
“I guess.”
“I’m fine with it.”
He chuckled, his chest rumbling. “So it seems.”
I raised myself on an elbow to look at him. I could just see him in the dim lighting. “You aren’t mad at me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He moved a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I want you.”
My tummy burst open with tingles. “Really?”
“It goes against my better judgment, but yeah.”
“Why would it go against your better judgment? Am I that horrible?”
“No, you’re amazing. I’m lousy at relationships.”
“You were married for ten years.”
“That doesn’t make me a success. She put up with a lot.”
“Because you like to hire people for sex?”
“No. I didn’t do that in my marriage.”
“But you hired me. You hired all those people who…fucked me.”
He sighed. “I was bored.”
“How many times did you look at those videos?”
He smiled slightly. “A lot.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“Maybe. Maybe I’m just kinky.”
“Will you let me get to know you?”
“The secret is that I’m really not that interesting, Gretchen. I find you infinitely more fascinating.”
“I doubt that.”
“You’ve no idea how beautiful you are. How vulnerable. Watching you has been wonderful. Your transformation was…stimulating. You were so scared at first, so shy. I hated you for turning the tables on me, because I knew you’d come into your own. I realized we’d have to start over as equals.” His hand was on my back, gently rubbing.
“Is that bad?”
“No.”
“Are we dating now?”
“If you want.”
“What do you want?”
“Just you.”
“That sounds like a plan.” My head rested on his chest. A happy memory flitted through my mind. “Do you know what my favorite encounter was?”
“What?”
“The midgets.” He laughed at that. “I’ve never had my toes sucked before. I kinda liked it.”
“It was one of my better ideas.”
“I really liked Elizabeth too.”
“I could tell.”
“I did things I never thought I’d do.”
“Yes.”
“She should join us some time. I think…it would be fun.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I traced a muscle on his stomach. “Yep.”
“It has possibilities.”
“I’m still waiting for my arrest, Mr. Gordon. I was looking forward to some sexy guys in police uniforms. Handcuffs are a turn on.”
“You’re giving me a lot of ideas, Ms. Fox.”
“I am?”
He shifted on the bed, pushing his erection into my tummy. “Yes, you are.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock. “We could role-play now, if you want.”
“And how would that work?”
“You could be the cop, and I’ll be the…shoplifter. You should interrogate me.”