Unravelled (Revealed #2) (3 page)

The noise of a car door closing followed by a polite cough from behind me had me rapidly tensing and letting out a small shriek as I hastily sat upright. Giving a quick glance over my shoulder I belatedly realised that the privacy screen was down, and that David was now in the car and waiting patiently for instructions.

Holy fuck
.

I was panting hard, turned on like a lightbulb, and horrendously aware that I had Sean’s cock buried inside me twitching away happily. My cheeks filled with a heated blush so rapidly that I must surely have been depriving other body parts of much needed blood. Oh God. This was utterly mortifying.

Wincing with embarrassment, I rapidly turned back to Sean to hide my flaming face, but instead of seeing my chagrin reflected in his own expression, I instead found a wicked grin gracing his lips. Jesus, did he not care that we were basically having sex in front of the driver at this very minute?

Raising my eyebrows at him in amazement I shook my head and tried to focus on staying calm. Unfortunately, that failed completely, and my attempts at focusing merely made me hugely aware of the soft warmth of his pubic hair as it nestled intimately against mine.
Bugger, bugger, bugger.
Just then, his rigid cock gave a jerk inside of me, as if taunting me for my embarrassment. The audience wasn’t giving him performance issues then.

What the hell should I do? If I climbed off his lap it would leave Sean uncovered and make it even more obvious what we were up to, but apart from that I was flat out of ideas. The feeling of Sean’s hands gently smoothing over my bottom and onto his thighs grounded me slightly and made me realise that maybe,
just maybe
, David couldn’t see exactly how intimately joined we were. Yes I was straddling Sean’s lap, which was embarrassing enough, but he still had his trousers on, so if my skirt was down at the back David might just assume that we were having a reunion cuddle.

A very hands-on reunion cuddle. Which technically we were, just with a bit more groin action …

I couldn’t believe I’d lost control like this in front of David. How shameful. I’d been about thirty seconds away from some serious backseat bouncing manoeuvres too. Now
that
would have been really embarrassing.

‘Traffic’s pretty heavy so it’ll take a while to get out of the airport grounds, sir. I’ll let you two … um … catch up, and once we’re on the freeway you can let me know where we’re heading.’

‘Perfect. Thanks, David,’ Sean replied, sounding cool, calm, and in complete control. I gave him an astounded look, which he brushed off with a smile as he casually leant around me to close the privacy divider. He was buried inside me balls deep, how the heck had he managed to sound so …
normal
? If I were to try to speak I had no doubt that it would come out as a wobbly, incoherent squeak.

We both remained rigidly still – apart from Sean’s cock, which was still lurching inside me like crazy – as the mechanical whirring of the screen hummed for about fifteen seconds, and then there was silence, signalling we were now alone.

A huge breath left my lungs as I registered my heart clattering against my ribs and lowered my head onto his shoulder in relief. ‘We can stop, or are you OK to carry on, my gorgeous girl?’

That had been a close call, but now we were alone, joined at the groin and desperate for release, so there seemed only one thing to do. Get on with it.

Instead of answering him audibly, I raised myself onto my knees, the soft leather of the seat giving a whisper of sound as I pulled him almost completely from my body. I saw a flicker of disappointment cross his features, presumably because he thought I was going to stop things altogether, before I let my body drop back down, our hips clashing as I seated myself fully on his lap and once again had him imbedded inside my body.

His head flew back against the seat in shock as his fingers gripped painfully into my hips. ‘
Holy shit!
Give me some warning before pulling a move like that,’ he cursed, his eyes widening in shock for a second before refocusing on the task at hand. ‘You’ll be the death of me, woman …’ he muttered hotly as one hand dug into my hair, wrapped a portion around his wrist, and then dragged me forward to meet his lips. As our mouths collided feverishly he gave an upwards jerk of his hips that had me crying out in pleasure. ‘… but what a way to go,’ he added with a devilish grin.

I might have been the one on top, but there was no doubt who was leading this reunion. With my hair gripped tightly in his fist, and his other on my bum guiding me up and down, his hips thrusting repeatedly into me, all I really had to do was hold on for the ride. And what a ride it was. Sean was so deep within me that I was building towards my climax practically from the first thrust.

‘Touch yourself for me, Allie. Rub your clit,’ he suddenly urged me, clearly reluctant to give up his hold on my hip or hair. Following his instruction I lowered my right hand and found my clitoris already swollen and sensitive, a gasp leaving my lips on the first contact. Sean’s eyes were glowing, his enjoyment obvious as he bit on his lower lip and delivered a particularly hard thrust that had me seeing stars. I was so close …

With my fingers working against myself my knuckles kept brushing against his length as he jacked it in and out of me and I couldn’t help but look down to watch. I’d never felt him like this before – never touched his cock as it entered my body, I mean, and I found it such a turn on that I briefly left my clit and rubbed at the base of him, finding him slippery from my arousal.

‘Little tease,’ he moaned, a smirk curling his mouth as he gave my hair a gentle tug to bring my head back up to him. Sensing our impending climaxes, Sean upped the ante, moving harder, faster, and deeper, and then just as I was about to slip across the blissful brink of my orgasm, he sealed our mouths together in a deep, searching kiss. His move successfully swallowed my cries of pleasure as I came, his tongue twisting with mine, and then seconds later he ground himself up inside me and came with so much power that I felt him give a series of almighty jerks before the warmth of his release flooded me.

No words were necessary for several minutes as we merely sat there in silence, clutched together, each holding the other up as we regained our breath and quietly enjoyed coming down from our incredible high.

When I finally mustered the strength to lift my head from his shoulder Sean cupped my jaw and flashed me a cheeky wink. ‘I think we skipped the “hellos” and moved straight to the reunion fuck,’ he mused, a smile pulling at his lips as he raised his hand and ran it gently through my damp hair, presumably attempting to flatten it after his earlier grabbing and tugging.

‘Hello, my gorgeous girl.’ His belated greeting made me chuckle as I lowered my lips to nuzzle his neck and then returned it with a shy one of my own.

‘Hey you.’ Lord knows why I suddenly felt shy. We’d just fucked like bunnies in the back of his limo
and
he was still inside me, so there was no place for bashfulness between us now.

With another wink Sean reached beside us to a central console and pulled out a box of tissues. Carefully lifting me, he let out a hiss of pleasure as his softening length slipped from my body, and then with great care he wiped me clean and pulled my knickers into place for me.

Helping me to shift from his lap, he gave a satisfied chuckle – probably at my complete inability to control my flopping, post-orgasmic body – sorted my skirt out for me, and then settled me close beside him on the seat.

He looked so boyish and yet devastatingly handsome, his hair now thoroughly messed up from my exploring fingers as he grinned his trademark smile and adjusted his jeans, popping himself back inside. I just couldn’t drag my gaze away from him, not after so long apart. Luckily he seemed just as affected by our reunion, because his eyes remained focused on me the entire time which caused him to fumble with his zip for several seconds.

A huge breath filled my lungs as I sought out his hand and linked our fingers. I had missed him so much, and now we were back together, that fact hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer. It was crazy how connected I felt to him, but I was incredibly relieved that the mere sight of him still affected and aroused me just as much as it had when we’d first met. Part of me had been worried that our separation might have dulled the intensity of our bond, but that certainly wasn’t the case; the car was still filled with the fizzing energy of our link. My heart was still pounding, stomach somersaulting, and the lust coursing through me was making me feel young and reckless.

Not to mention horny, hot, and damp in all the right places. We’d only just done it, but I could go again right now.

‘My gorgeous girl,’ he murmured into the hair by my temple, his warm breath making me shiver with delight as he seemed to inhale my scent before finally pulling back and gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

‘I’ve missed you so much,’ I replied in a whisper, hugely satisfied by our lovemaking but still embarrassed to have been caught out by the driver. I was British – we simply didn’t do things like
that
in public and the knowledge that I had probably flashed him a good portion of my knicker-clad arse was still filling me with embarrassment.

‘I can’t believe David caught us. Do you think he realised what we were up to?’

Sean gave an unconcerned shrug that only a male could give, looking rather proud of the fact that he had had his way with me in the back of the car. ‘Probably. But don’t worry, he’s seen far more explicit stuff in his rear view mirror.’

My entire body tensed as I ripped my hand from Sean’s and swivelled on the seat to glare at him. Was he seriously just casually confessing to all the dirty deeds he’d done in the back of this car? Surprisingly, Sean dropped his head back and laughed heartily, not looking at all put out by my sudden anger.

‘Not from me!’ he chuckled. ‘David’s only been driving with me a year, but before that he used to work with a boyband – C-Plus, you know, the ones at the top of all the British charts?’ My anger now stowed away again I gave a vague nod of acknowledgement and he continued. ‘He said they were a nightmare, always pulling girls and having a right good go in the back of the car while he was driving them around

‘Apparently the lead singers, the twins with the blue streaks in their hair, were real exhibitionists. They liked to have freaky threesomes and leave the privacy screen down on purpose …’

Raising a hand to stop him, I grimaced and shifted uncomfortably. ‘Please tell me they didn’t use this
exact
car?’ Ugh, the thought of what substances would be on the leather was not a pleasant one.

‘Nah, this one is owned by the film company, mostly used by stuffy directors, but I managed to wangle it for the day to impress you,’ he said, flashing me a cheeky wink. ‘Driving me around must be boring in comparison, but David reckons it’s far more preferable.’ I wouldn’t have cared what car he picked me up in, but the fact that he had specially arranged to get a limo made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

‘I can’t wait to get you in bed,’ Sean suddenly growled, his few words disintegrating my fuzzy feeling and firmly replacing it with one of lust and longing as my core clenched. With the memories of our recent encounter still thick in the air and desire pinging between us, it was a statement that I wholeheartedly agreed with. Smirking to myself, I let the gorgeous, loved-up feeling swell inside me, leaving me with a heady sensation of euphoria and contentment that was almost making me sleepy.

Just then, there was a short buzzing noise over the intercom, which was apparently some sort of signal from David, because Sean lowered the privacy screen again. A quick glance out of the windscreen showed that we were out of the airport grounds and on some sort of large motorway, but as I became aware that David was glancing at us in the rear view mirror I felt my cheeks heat. There was no way I could look him in the eye, not after what he had just witnessed. It was just too embarrassing so I quickly averted my gaze and looked out of the side window.

‘Straight to the hotel, sir?’ David asked, breaking me from my contented, lusty bubble and making me frown in confusion. Hotel? What hotel? I thought we were staying in Sean’s apartment. That had certainly been the plan when we’d spoken last week, anyway.

‘Uh …’ Sean’s eyes briefly flickered across to me, looking distinctly nervy, and then turned back to the driver. ‘Yes please, David.’ What had
that
look been about? And why the flipping heck were we going to a hotel?

‘No problem, sir. There are some roadworks on the 405, so I’m going to detour slightly across town onto the 110. It won’t add much to the journey, though. Should be about a thirty minute drive.’

Sean was suddenly looking really uncomfortable next to me as he murmured his thanks and reached around me to raise the privacy screen again. In just a few seconds we were isolated in our own little world, but the lust and desire that had been swirling in my system earlier had been completely flattened by his mention of a hotel.

Mere seconds ago, I would have whooped my excitement about having another thirty minutes closed away with Sean, and would probably have promptly set about ripping his clothes off, but now, after just a few innocent words from the driver my horniness had been thoroughly doused and I was suddenly sitting on the cold leather seat feeling wary.

‘Seatbelt,’ Sean murmured, still giving me an odd look as he reached across to try and fasten me in. He hadn’t been worried about seatbelts earlier when he’d laid claim to my body, I thought grouchily. A mixture of concern and irritation rose in my system, causing me to slap his hands away and click myself in before turning back to him with a frown.

‘We’re not going to your new apartment?’ I asked in a confused whisper.

‘Uh, no … actually, something’s come up, but I’ve booked you into a really nice hotel. Let’s go there and I’ll explain.’ The slightest twitch at the corner of Sean’s eye gave away some hidden tension and I felt my stomach drop. Was something wrong? Narrowing my eyes, I stared at him. It certainly looked as if something was wrong. As well as his sudden fidgeting and avoidance of eye contact, his words ‘I’ve booked
you
into a really nice hotel’ were screaming around my head like a klaxon – I wouldn’t even be staying with him now! This was all incredibly strange and I felt distinctly alert despite my post-flight tiredness.