Take This Man (9 page)

“Just
hang on.”

Pulling
her dress to her the tops of her thighs, she gave him a sultry look. She needed
to torture him a little. “I could play with myself, take the edge off.”

“Don’t
you dare.” His voice was thick. “I’m the only one who’s gonna make you come
tonight.”

Elyse
put her hand on his zipper. “Then let me play with you.” She fondled him and
loved how his eager cock jumped to meet her touch.

He
allowed it for a moment, then drew her hand away. He held it gently as he drove
one-handed. “You want to make us crash?”

No.
Crashing would be bad. But she needed him so much. Even holding his hand like
this made her want him. His hand was so big, his fingers blunt and calloused.
She wanted to suck them, wanted to wedge them between her legs…

An
unexpected pothole in the road jolted them and sent sparks pinwheeling though
her. “Ah!” Her eyes watered. She wasn’t going to make it.

Frantically
she scanned both sides of the road. Thank God there was a large strip mall
coming up. “In here, pull in here!”

“What?”

“Pull
in, pull in!” she cried. As he did, she pointed to a deserted spot. They’d be
parked far enough to avoid the notice of shoppers buying groceries or checking
out the sales.

“Right
here,” she told him. “This is perfect.”

Adam
cut the engine and turned to her in consternation. “Perfect for wha—”

Elyse
grabbed his head with both hands, and pulled him down for her kiss. She was
fierce at first, mashing her mouth to his—she wanted to remind him that he was
hers
for this brief time. Hers alone. But then her lips softened and his responded,
clinging. Their tongues caressed and played together.

Adam
was the first to pull away. “So it’s like that, huh?” He smiled. His eyes were
heavy-lidded and sensual, his features flushed with arousal.

She
smiled back, feeling sexy and audacious. And hungry—not for food, but for him. “Mmmhmm.
Just like that.”

“Remember
the first time we did this?” Adam murmured.

“Yes.”
Elyse laughed, pressing soft kisses to his chin and cheeks.

“You
told me you’d never had sex in a car before.” He stroked her hair back from her
face.

“And
you didn’t believe me.” Elyse gave him a little pout.

“Hey,
can you blame me? How many people can say they never made it in the backseat?”
He leaned back in his seat as Elyse began to unbuckle his belt.

“Well,
none of my boyfriends had wheels. And there was something creepy about the
thought of doing it in somebody’s mom’s car. So somehow I survived my teen
years without that experience.”

“Can’t
say I’m sorry.” He sighed as she unzipped him and freed his cock.

“I’m
sure you’re not. You liked being the first in that department, didn’t you?”
Elyse fondled him gently, then grasped him harder, the way she knew he liked.
Now that she had him where she wanted, her own need subsided a bit. She wanted
to make him as crazy for her as she was for him.

His
eyes glittered as he stared at her. “You know it. There were a lot of firsts
for us, weren’t there, babe?”

“That’s
right.” She was mesmerized by the lust in his eyes. Adam might not have been
her first lover, but he was the first
man
Elyse had ever been with. He
was the leader when it came to sex, and she a most willing follower.

Yes,
they’d had many firsts together, all memorable. Unfortunately, one was too
memorable. An unwelcome memory of Jason, reclining on an ugly orange bedspread
at the New Moon Motel, momentarily flashed through her mind before she firmly
pushed it away.

“Ahh.”
Adam’s head fell back as she stroked his cock in a tight grip. He placed his
hand on hers, stilling it. “I don’t want to come yet. Go down on me, honey.
Suck me.”

Elyse
bent low and swirled her tongue around the deep pink head of his cock, then
flickered it at the opening where a bead of pre-cum lay. She loved the salty taste
of him.

She
kneeled up on her seat and stole his lips, thrusting her tongue between them to
share his flavor with him. His groan inflamed her, setting off tingles in her
clit and tiny fireworks throughout her body. She hunched low again to take his
cock deep into her mouth. His fingers stroked her head and threaded through her
hair.

“That’s
right. Yes, baby. So good.”

Elyse
sucked him, swirled and twirled her tongue, even let her teeth lightly graze
his shaft. Recognizing how close he was, she swallowed on him and hummed,
letting the vibrations of her voice box caress him.

“Ahh,
God, yeah!” He thrust his hips upward as he came, pouring himself into her.

When
she came up for air, he kissed her tenderly. “That was so good. Now it’s your
turn.”

Yeah,
she wanted her turn. Her clit was so swollen and her pussy so achy, she thought
she’d go off if she shifted the wrong way. “We’re lucky no one’s noticed us so
far,” Elyse told him. “I don’t think our luck will hold if you’ve got me down
with my legs in the air.”

“Let’s
take our chances.” His eyes sparked, probably at the image of her with her legs
up and his head burrowed between them.

“Some
other time. No. Do me with your hand. It’s safer.” She scooted back on the seat
to give him room to maneuver.

“With
pleasure.” His fingers slipped beneath her skirt, stroking between her legs
against the crotch of her panties. His fingertips grazed the lips of her pussy
and the stiff little nub of her clit.

Even
through the cloth, his touch sent starbursts reeling behind her eyes. “You’re
soaked,” he murmured in appreciation. “Bad girl, your panties are wet.”

“It’s
your fault,” she told him.

“You
like sucking my cock, huh? It makes you wet.”

“I
love your hard cock. You always make me wet.” This was another first with Adam.
The dirty talk. It had embarrassed her the first few times they did it, maybe
because she realized how hot it made her.

“You
always make me come so hard,” he answered. Though the words were dirty and raw,
the emotion on his face was raw, too, and real. It cost him something to admit
that. She was touched and proud.

She
lifted her hips, allowing him to slide her panties down, then bit her lip as
two of his fingers slid inside her slippery pussy. It contracted around them as
he circled his fingers inside her. His thumb worked her clit, brushing and
pressing lightly.

“Is
it good?” Adam asked. “Right there?”

“Yeah.
Ahh.” Elyse sucked her lower lip between her teeth.

“I’m
gonna find that G-spot for you,” he promised. “I’m gonna make that sweet little
pussy hug me tight. You’re gonna scream for me.”

“Yeah.”
She panted as heat flashed through her. When he found that little bump of flesh
inside her and rubbed it, her whole body contracted. She drew her right leg up,
trying to bring him deeper, and rested her foot on the dashboard.

His
face was flushed, his lips full and his eyes glinting with lust. “Squeeze my
fingers. Let me feel your pussy squeeze them now.”

Half-delirious
with need, Elyse tightened those inner muscles to obey him as sweat misted her
face.

“Yeah,
baby, you’re gonna squeeze me tight when you come. Come for me now, honey.” His
thumb brushed her clit once more as he curved his fingers and massaged her
sweet spot. Elyse came hard, her body contracting as her limbs stiffened. Her
foot bumped off the dashboard and landed on the steering wheel horn.

The
blare of the horn startled her, but the orgasm didn’t subside. The contractions
pulsed through her in waves, from her pussy to her breasts, her lips, her
fingers and toes.

“Shit!”
Adam grabbed her foot with his free hand and tucked it under his arm. His other
hand was still working her, trying to wring another climax from her.

“One
more, baby. Can you? Come for me one more time…”

“I
can’t,” she gasped just as the second wave hit her, softer this time, gentle
ripples passing through her.

“That
was beautiful,” he told her, withdrawing his fingers. “That was so good, baby.”

“
You’re
so good,” she told him, leaning against the passenger door. She felt as
boneless as a jellyfish, utterly blissed-out. Sex was always good between them.
It was when they tried talking it all went to hell.

He
lowered his face to nuzzle her wet curls and inhale her fragrance. “Mmm…”

She
was too sated sexually to do anything but laugh. The smell of sex permeated the
truck’s cab.

Adam
started laughing, too. “I about shit when the horn went off.”

“Oh,
God. We’re lucky nobody came to investigate.” Elyse knew she ought to sit up
and at least pull her dress down, but she felt too lazy to move.

Adam
smiled and patted her thigh. “Lift up.”

She
obeyed, and he tugged down her dress, making her presentable again. “Thanks.”
She glanced down at the floor of the cab. “Where are my panties?”

Grinning,
Adam twirled them around his forefinger, then hooked them over the rear-view
mirror.

“Hey!”
She tried to snatch them back, but he grabbed her hand.

“Come
on,” he pleaded. “Let a guy savor it, huh?”

“Oh,
fine,” she sighed, cuddling close to him. “Savor away. But only ‘til we get to
your place.”

Chapter
Seven

Nothing
had changed at Adam’s house. The furnishings were decent but old, except for a
large screen TV in a corner of the room. Everything else was the same, in
exactly the same place, as it all was two years ago. As it had been, she
suspected, since Adam’s youth.

It
was the house where he grew up. Adam didn’t talk about his past, but Elyse had
learned about it from another source—his brother, Matthew.

Adam
and his younger brother lost their father when they were boys. Their mother
worked two jobs to take care of them. Even after she remarried, times were
hard. The one time Elyse came out and asked Adam about his step-father, his
answer was “He was a drunk.”

The
look on his face and the shortness of his tone made it clear the topic was
off-limits. He hated his step-father, and moved out of the house as soon as he
was old enough to be on his own.

As
sad as it was, the story didn’t end there. When his mother was killed by a
drunk driver, Adam lost it. He stormed into the house after her funeral and
threatened his step-father with the ass-kicking of his life if the man didn’t
clear out, then and there.

But
Adam told her none of this. She had to hear it from Matthew.

Elyse
wasn’t given much time to dwell on the past or her surroundings, because Adam
dragged her into his arms for a kiss.

She
drew back after a few moments and grasped his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
She remembered quite well where it was. Adam grabbed her close again, kissing
her hungrily. Then he turned her around and backed her to the sofa. When the
backs of her knees hit it, she fell back onto it with a jounce. He fell beside
her.

He
winked at her and smoothed the faded upholstery. “Still pretty sturdy. Remember
the last time we tried it out?”

“I
do, indeed.” Elyse remembered every room, every place in this house where they’d
made love. And it had been
making love
, for her, anyway. What it was
now, she couldn’t say. But she wasn’t going to dwell on the past or worry about
the future.

There
was only now, with this man.

Grinning
like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, Elyse unbuttoned Adam’s shirt. Sliding it off
his shoulders and down his arms, she ran her hands up his broad furred chest,
and let her fingers tangle in the hair. “Mmm,” she sighed.

“Wait,”
he murmured, freeing his arms from the sleeves as Elyse reached behind her to
unzip her dress. “I’ll help you.”

Pulling
her onto his lap, he unfastened the tiny hook and eye at the top of her dress
and slowly pulled down the zipper.

Elyse
let her head fall back. There were no doubts nibbling at her, no worries. There
were no thoughts at all, only sensations—his large hands, warm and possessive
on her back, his lips and tongue ravishing her mouth.

Adam
unzipped her halfway, which allowed him to unsnap her strapless bra and pull it
off. He let it fall to the floor. Her breasts, with only the silky material of
her dress between them and Adam’s chest, felt full and heavy. Her nipples
lengthened, the buds unfurling as the soft fabric caressed them. Adam muttered
something into her mouth as he adjusted her on his lap. The hard ridge of his
swollen cock nudged against her bottom.

The
sleeves of her dress rode down her arms, trapping them near her sides. Elyse
couldn’t move as freely as she wanted and struggled to slip her arms free of
the imprisoning fabric. But Adam zipped the dress a bit higher, drawing out the
pleasure by letting her feel that constriction.