The Love Laws (20 page)

“You’re
being incredibly bossy,” she said, poking him in the hard chest. “I was just
going to climb in and get out of the rain. You don’t have to manhandle me. I’m
not going anywhere,” she said, glaring at him through spiky wet eyelashes.

Kevin
smiled, thrilled to see some of her fire return. “But I like manhandling you.
And I’m pretty sure you like it too.”

“Right.
I like being thrown around like a bag of dog food. You’re delusional.”

“Hmmm…
let’s find out, shall we?” With that he reached down and began slowly raising
her skirt until it was bunched around her hips.

“Oh
my God. What are you doing?” She squealed, mortified because she was not the
squealing type at all and yet she did it again when the cold fingers of one of
his large hands slid up her thigh until he reached her drenched panties. There
he paused for a moment, circling her aching pussy through the cotton barrier
before pressing into her cleft. She bit her lip as he fingered her gently,
pushing the tip of one digit in as deeply as her underwear would allow and then
withdrawing.

“Feels
like you like being manhandled quite a lot,” he said smugly, pushing a little
deeper.

“The
hood of the car was wet.” She said stubbornly, but leaned back on her hands to
give him better access to her weeping pussy.

He
withdrew the hand that had been burrowing under her skirt and brought it to his
mouth. Giving her an incredibly hot look, he stuck his index finger in his
mouth and sucked on it for a moment. Removing his finger from his mouth he
touched it to her lips and watched as she delicately gave the tip a tentative
lick. “Doesn`t taste like rain, Angel. It tastes like wet, warm woman. Now,
admit that you love it when I manhandle you and maybe I’ll have another taste.”

Grabbing
his hand, Jamie wrapped her lips around his finger and tugged it deep within
her mouth. She sucked on it while looking up into his eyes before slowly closing
her lids as if to savor the flavor. Abruptly, she let go of his hand and pulled
back, removing her mouth from his finger. Grinning wickedly at him, she
shrugged and shook her head. “Sorry, Caveman, tastes like rain water to me.”

Kevin’s
laughter ran out and he hung his head in defeat. “Alright. I get it. No more
manhandling.”

“Ummm…
A little manhandling can be hot.”

“Really?
Oh Great Love Guru. Please share your expertise. In what situation would
manhandling be forgivable?”

She
blushed. Obviously he’d read the paper this morning. Her first Love Law was
probably being scanned by thousands of people right at that moment. The thought
filled her with both excitement and dread. What if people hated it? Hated her
for talking about men like they were simpletons? Or would people see the humor
and wisdom in her words? It was impossible to say, but she sincerely hoped the
public was at least interested in what she had to say. Even a bit of
controversy would be welcome. Just not outright hostility. She couldn’t handle
that. Not now when she was feeling so vulnerable.

Fortunately
for her Kevin was providing an excellent distraction from her worries. “Well,
ripping off my panties right now and taking me hard and fast in the back seat
of this fantastic old car would be totally acceptable.”

“Like
this?” He said, reaching under her skirt again, this time with both hands, he
quickly shredded the crotch of her black lacy underwear and then cupped her
mound with one hand while running the short nails of the other up one silky
thigh.

“Oh
God. Yes. Exactly like that.” Jamie looked around the deserted parking lot, half
hoping that someone might be watching them from one of the restaurants, but no
one appeared to notice what they were up to. The fact that Kevin had just
rendered her commando with one brutal tug of his powerful hands was for her
enjoyment alone.

“Now,
do I have to manhandle you to get you in that back seat?” She asked playfully
as she tugged off her mittens and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. She
flexed her rosy fingers in front of his eyes before resting them on his stomach
where his unfastened coat had parted. Pushing the coat further to the side she
traced the shape of his abdominal muscles through his shirt. They were
incredibly firm and defined under his dark grey T-shirt and she thought about
how much she would love to kiss and lick every single dip and ridge on his
massive chest. But that was an activity saved for a leisurely, sensual
encounter, not this casual ‘slam, bang, thank you, man’ type situation. Today
was about giving him what he wanted and moving on. She had to keep reminding
herself of that.

Slowly
she trailed one hand down, past the waistband of his jeans, until she was
cupping his stiff shaft through his zipper. “Now, why don’t you admit you like
it when I manhandle you instead?” She gave his pulsing erection a gentle
squeeze that made him groan out a curse.

Without
hesitation, Kevin removed his hands from between her drenched thighs and picked
her up by the waist, lowering her feet to the ground. Her legs were unsteady so
she had to grasp his forearms to avoid sinking to her knees on the pavement.
Loving that he could affect her so strongly he bent his head towards her and
kissed her with all the pent up longing he’d be harboring since seeing her at the
end of the Pier.

He
plunged his hot tongue between her lips while clutching her tightly to his
chest. The cold rain ran down both their faces and into their open mouths. They
should have been freezing but they were oblivious to the temperature as they
enjoyed the sweet wild taste of each other mixed with the rain.

“C’mon.”
Jamie said, pulling away from him, she gave him a heated look as she backed
towards the passenger door of the restored yellow Mustang, tugging him with her
as she went. When she reached the handle she yanked the door open but was
unable to figure out how to push the seat forward, totally ruining her
seductive move.

 Chuckling
at her impatience, Kevin leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back,
and was able to find the latch to move the passenger seat. Effortlessly he slid
the entire bench forward until Jamie was able to slip into the white leather
interior. Once she was seated she quickly removed her coat and hat and threw
them enthusiastically onto the ledge along the rear windshield. She turned so
she was facing towards him with her back to the side of the car and quickly
began unbuttoning the cardigan she was wearing under her coat.

“Hey.
Slow down,” he said, edging onto the backseat next to her, he tugged the door
shut behind him, enclosing them in their own little cocoon. Their breath was
visible in the cold confines of the car and the rain beat mercilessly on the roof.
The sound was a relentless patter that he hoped drowned out the sound of his
heavily beating heart.  

As
she parted her sweater, her black lace bra and mouth-watering cleavage came into
view and he thought about forgetting about the foreplay entirely. He’d much
rather just lift her onto his lap and slide home in one powerful thrust. Then he’d
finally be exactly where he so desperately needed to be: deeply embedded in her
sweet, slick body.

But
Jamie had other ideas. Before he could even get his jacket off she was there,
pressing her warm lips against the side of his neck and trailing one small hand
up the inside seam of his jeans. He froze entirely as she brushed his erection
with her fingertips before she began undoing his belt.

“Still
want me to slow down?” She whispered into his ear as she leisurely tugged his
zipper down, one tooth at a time.

Kevin
actually broke a sweat. The interior of his old car felt like an igloo in the
middle of a blizzard and yet he was boiling inside his clothes. Just the touch
of her hand against his aching flesh was all it took to make him overheat.
Dumbfounded at her power over his body he closed his eyes and tried to summon
his self-control before he did something really reckless. Awkwardly he yanked
his jacket off his shoulders, threw it on the front seat and held his breath as
he waited to see what she would do next.

Jamie
obviously liked to be in control. If he took over and did what he wanted then
he wasn’t going to get a repeat performance from her. So, he ignored his
brutish instinct to lunge and thrust and tugged off his shirt while she slid
her silky hand inside his jeans. He’d been dying for her to reach inside his
briefs and grasp him firmly by the root, but instead she pushed the cotton
material down until it was just covering his inflamed cock and traced the golden
trail of hair below his navel with the tip of one finger.

“Hmmm…
it would appear that the rug definitely matches the drapes, at least in your
case,” she said, swirling her fingers through the soft thatch of hair at his
groin.

Kevin’s
bark of laughter turned into a groan as she reached a little lower and tugged
at the silky golden bush framing his cock. God, she was teasing him mercilessly.
And he was loving it. After countless encounters where he was expected to
dominate with typical alpha male prowess it was a welcome relief to not be in
the driver’s seat for a change. But that didn’t mean he could allow her to run
the show entirely.

He
gave her a rueful look and began pulling her dripping wet skirt up her thighs.
“Was there ever any doubt? I’m not exactly the type to dye my hair. Some days
I’m barely the comb my hair type. How about you?”

She
gave him a teasing look from under her lashes. “How about me, what?”

“C’mon.
Do you match?” He slid her skirt up another few inches.

“I’m
pretty sure I told you in Maui that you’d never know the answer to that
question. And you never will.”

He
looked crestfallen. “So, touching is okay, but no looking?”

“No,
you can look. In fact, why don’t you take a peak right now?” She shifted on the
seat until she was kneeling beside him, looked around to ensure the windows
were sufficiently fogged up, and then grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised
it to her chest, exposing her entirely to his gaze.

Between
her thighs, the ripped remains of her lace panties dangled, but other than that
she was completely bare. Kevin gulped in air as he stared at her hairless
pussy. He reached out one tanned hand and smoothed it over her denuded flesh,
cupping her mound and tracing the folds with his fingers. “God, you’re so
pretty,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

Jamie
spread her thighs slightly to allow him better access. Biting her lip, she held
her skirt out of the way with one hand, displaying herself wantonly, and
reached down with the other to guide his hand more firmly against her soft,
moist flesh. She thrust her hips forward and began moving against his talented
fingers, willing him to move his hand faster with her own fingers.

“Yes,
that’s good. Don’t stop,” she sighed, removing her hand from between her legs
she steadied herself against his strong shoulder as his fingers found the exact
rhythm and depth she needed to drive her towards losing complete control. All
thoughts of feigning indifference fled as he parted her gently and found her
aching bud, circling it with his thumb.

Without
warning, he plunged two fingers deep within her channel once and then
retreated, caressing her outer lips gently as if he had never been so bold.
Long moments passed as she waited for him to thrust his fingers deep again.
When she couldn’t wait anymore and was nearly whimpering with impatience, he
plunged deep again, this time with three large fingers. Her flesh parted
eagerly for this invasion and she tightened her inner muscles around his
fingers creating the most delicious friction.

“Angel.
You are so wet and tight. I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispered as he
ruthlessly thrust his fingers in and out of her in a slow, deep rhythm. “Do you
like that?” He asked, curling his fingers inside her. “Do you want more, baby?”

She
nodded vigorously, unable to talk, as she concentrated on achieving what promised
to be the most intense orgasm of her life, but it continued to elude her. Her
hips moved jerkily against his fingers and she leaned forward until her breasts
were practically in his face, but he didn’t take the hint. Nearly growling with
frustration she clumsily moved the hand that had been gripping his shoulder to
the back of his neck and pulled him toward the deep valley between her breasts.

Chuckling
against her soft, firm flesh, Kevin finally took mercy on her and brushed her
clit with his thumb just as his tongue found one tight nipple through her lacy
bra. The combined sensations finally put Jamie over the edge and she climaxed
against his hand, grinding herself wildly as his fingers plunged deep within
her body and his lips closed tightly around the crest of her breast.

When
the shudders finally stopped wracking her body, Jamie opened her eyes and saw
him leaning back against the seat and watching her with the sweetest smile on
his gorgeous face. He had gently removed his hand from inside her warm cleft
but continued to trace the inside of her thighs with just his fingertips, as if
he couldn’t believe how soft she was there.

Looking
down she saw that there was still a major bulge in his jeans, and felt blood
rush to her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said, sheepishly. “I got carried away and
forgot about you entirely.” She reached out her hand to touch him but he
intercepted her before she could do more than brush her fingers against his
length.