We haven’t been back together for long and we’re both afraid that this honeymoon period won’t last. The sex only gets better, so it’s not that—but we both fear that something is going to come along and wreck everything. Like my ex will find out I’ve already moved on, or the kids will never accept James. My parents might not accept him either. My friends certainly will have trouble since they remember how hurt I was when we broke up all those years ago. Or, scarier than anything—he might get cold feet again with his commitment issues. So we’re still in the early stages where it’s all secret liaisons, nobody knows, and people have begun asking questions about the perpetual smile on my face.
James is truly my one—the man I’m going to give myself to completely, if he plays his cards right. If the stars align and don’t fuck this up for us. I never thought this would happen so soon after leaving my husband, but maybe the truth is, nobody in the intervening years has ever truly lived up to James—so there is a heck of a lot riding on this. I try not to think too deeply about how much I stand to lose if he leaves me again. How it’ll feel like it’s not only over for me romantically with any man, but like, I may as well have just stayed in a sexless marriage and saved everyone all the pain. I feel selfish sometimes for being this happy. I sometimes can’t tell what James is thinking and feeling, so sex is how we tell one another. Because at this stage, it’s so important to keep it light and fun, right?
We’re currently driving back to his place from a lunch date. I say his place, but it’s also his office and the hub of his business, so… we can’t necessarily enjoy afternoon delight. His employees think I’m a potential partner (in more ways than one). So since he has to get back to work upon our return, and I’ve got to pick up the kids later, we don’t have a lot of time today. Yet I want to make it special.
“It’s so cold, honey. I know how we can get warm, though.”
He glances at me from the driver’s seat, a small smile playing on his lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Remember the days before you had money… and that car you drove then… what was that?”
He chuckles while keeping his eyes focused on the road; it’s icy today and there’s a bit of traffic around. “Yeah, it was the Polo. Tiny thing.”
“Yeah. Remember when we were coming back from a drive to the mountains and we pulled over and did it in the back seat?”
He groans at the memory. “It was uncomfortable. I can still feel the way my back ached afterwards, you wouldn’t settle for anything less than mind-blowing.”
“Hmm, so nothing’s changed there, then,” I purr, and he takes my hand, squeezing my fingers. The twinkle in his eyes tells me all I need to know.
“Not much has changed, Toni. Except I think there’s more space now.” He gestures over into the back seat. “Though it’s too bright at this time of day, too many people. I saw police a few miles back prowling the roads.”
The thought of getting caught, impractical though it is, sends a thrill through me and a shiver down my spine. The image of James with his big dick pounding into me as my feet rock against the roof of the car…
“What are you thinking?” he says, catching the look in my eyes.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I trail my fingertips up and down his thigh, thinking about that time in his tiny car. I can feel the tension in his body and wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. How he exploded so violently, it sprayed out of me and onto the upholstery. He’d cursed me for it, but we’d laughed a lot, too. We’ve always been able to laugh off most unfortunate accidents. Though soiling the upholstery in this new and much sexier muscle car might not be something he’d laugh off so easily. However, I know a way we can definitely keep things… clean. Or not.
I release my seat belt and lean over to whisper in his ear, “You’re thinking about it, too. Aren’t you?” He shudders in response. “How we were in a lay by in the middle of nowhere but you didn’t even want to share me with the sky… so we had to settle for the back seat of that tiny car, and it took us ages to find a good angle… so when you and I finally came, we came so hard.”
He bites his bottom lip, flexing his neck with the memory of it. “I remember.”
I know before I lift my hand to his crotch, he’ll be hard, but even so, when I find the warm solidness of him pushing against the soft material of his trousers… I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Helen, be careful,” he warns as I begin to unzip him. “We might be seen or get pulled over.”
“We won’t.”
He still worries about protecting me, keeping me safe from harm and out of trouble. However, trouble is something I have a hard time staying clear of. I think he secretly adores that about me.
Pulling out his erection, he gasps at the slight chill in the air, but as I take hold of him, he relaxes into my warm touch. I’m not gentle and begin a thorough stroking of his hard cock.
“I still remember how your hands felt on my body that day.” I sound husky as I speak. His cock surges at the memory, too. “You were a man out of control.”
“I was… it scared me.”
“Does it still scare you?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice meek as I continue wanking him roughly.
“And are you going to run away this time?”
“I don’t think I can, not this time.”“That was the right answer.”
I tuck myself into the seat sideways then lean over and swirl my tongue around his tip, earning myself a gasp and another twitch as I then slide my tongue along the spine of his cock, hoovering him into my wet, hot mouth. He tastes wonderful, so clean and ready to get dirty.
“Ah, god,” he groans. “Baby.”
He’s so thick as I grasp his stem and mouth-fuck him without shame, other vehicles passing by not deterring me, though truck drivers can probably see as I bob my head up and down and take him deep into the back of my throat. George might explode any moment at the fantasy fulfilled, coupled with my want of him and the memory of our previous fuck in a car having made him this hard, this horny.
“How do you get me into these situations?”
I lift off him, murmuring against his ear, “You’re so close. Let’s save it for when we get back.”
“In the garage, then?” he asks in nearly a growl. “As soon as we get back. I have to have you before you leave me again.”
“You can have me.” I zip him back up and take a seat back in my chair, rubbing my thighs together not very subtly. He grins wildly at the thought of what he’ll do to me next.
We pull into the garage, which lies beneath the offices above. the offices having been built on the side of his mansion. When we knew one another before, he was a small-time salesman. Now he owns his own business. It was fun and desperate back then, when James was an ambitious, younger man. Now it feels so much more serious, and he too, is so much more serious. Whereas I haven’t been able to kick the big kid out of myself.
In the dark of his near-subterranean garage, it feels so much more clandestine knowing there are people up above. It’s true they shouldn’t hear a thing, it’s always abuzz with activity and such like up there, but knowing they might come down any second to find out why the boss hasn’t arrived back yet…
We’re kissing in the car for a few moments before he says, “Do you want me to fuck you on the hood?”
“Won’t it be hot?”
“It’s winter, it’ll cool down quickly.”
“Let’s try it, then.”
He exits the car and rounds it to come and grab me from the passenger seat, ever the gentleman. He helps me out and it’s obvious as we begin kissing by the side of the vehicle, the hood is still warm. We don’t even need to touch it; the car is still emitting enough heat that it’s noticeable against the cold air of the unheated garage. Not to mention the smell of oil and metal is high on the air, another sign the monster he drives these days is still hot.
“Let’s take our time. It’ll cool down soon enough.” His sultry voice thrills me and those words are music to my ears.
Our kisses are hungry and fraught like those of new lovers always are. My coat is discarded on the floor because even though it’s freezing outside, I’m hot in just my skin when presented with a man like James, rock hard and wanting me.
God, the way he grabs my ass and rubs me against the front of him, it’s like we’re teenagers, almost satisfied with just this. Almost.
I can’t get enough of us kissing—the taste that’s like home. We’re grasping one another as though it’s the first time, me trying to push my boobs into him so he can feel how hard my nipples are. He eventually takes the hint and gently teases his fingertips up and down the front of my silk shirt, the way he barely snags them arousing me even more, so that I’d splay myself fully naked right now if he asked it.
