“We close in fifteen minutes. I’ll be out ten minutes later. We’ll see if you are still around when I leave.”
He grinned again, downed his drink and sauntered out. Wise arse.
Louise and her colleagues finished up their night and closed the bar down. She was the last one out, and she waved to the bouncers who were driving off as she walked to her car. No one else was about. She knew that guy would not have hung around. All talk.
She got to her car and opened the door. It suddenly slammed shut, making her jump. A hand held it closed and she could see the denim sleeve of his jacket. This close, she could smell citrus and leather, feel the heat from the closeness of his body.
“Thought you were getting away?” he breathed into her ear, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.
“I thought you had chickened out,” she replied.
He chuckled, spun her around and pinned her against her car.
“That was not going to happen,” he said, grabbing a bunch of her hair in his hand. He paused a moment, giving her a chance to protest, then crushed his mouth to hers.
The taste of bourbon was still on his lips. Louise grabbed the denim collar, as if to stop him from pulling away. Her mouth opened, and their tongues touched. A wave of heat coursed through her. Chris broke off the kiss for a moment but did not let go of her hair.
“Quick question. What’s your name?”
“Louise,” she responded, then locked her lips to his again.
She could feel he was smiling, so she bit his lower lip. A grunt came from him as he pulled back and looked at her fiercely. She returned the glare with a challenge in her eyes. His hand tightened in her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth sucked, nibbled and bit her neck and jaw while his free hand swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Louise felt the cool night air on her skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside her. He then yanked her blouse off her shoulders, effectively trapping her arms to her sides. She gasped as a thought came into her addled mind.
“Chris, we’re outside!”
“I know,” he said, stopping his assault on her skin. “Chickening out?”
“What if someone comes?”
“Oh, I hope so!” he whispered cheekily. He let go of her hair and slid both hands down her sides, her hips and started hiking up her skirt.
Louise looked around the dark parking lot for a moment.
Fuck it!
She wriggled against him until her arms were free, and went for his belt. Her hands shook a little as she unbuckled it, then pulled his body hard against hers. She could feel his hard cock against her now. With a thrill, she felt it pulse and heard his breath hitch as she slid her hand between his jeans and boxers. The heat in her body was turning to fire. Her sex was throbbing almost painfully.
Chris had hiked the skirt up to her waist, then swore as his journey was hindered by her tights. It was Louise’s turn to laugh.
“Something in the way?”
“Not for long,” he almost growled the words.
Chris pulled her away from her car door, then turned her around and bent her over the bonnet. Louise leant on her elbows and turned her head to watch him as he grabbed the top of her tights, and pulled them down her hips, uncovering her curvy arse.
“Oh, hell yeah,” he whispered.
His hands started kneading her buttocks and grazing his nails over the pale skin. Louise sighed at the fluctuation between the heat of his hands and the cool night air. He then hooked his fingers under the purple material of her panties and pulled them down. He looked at her as he loosened his jeans further and pulled them down with his boxers. He then stepped forward so the tip of his cock was resting against her pussy lips, feeling the moisture leaking out. She let out another sigh as she felt the pressure against her.
Chris leant over her, curled her hair around his right hand then bit her hard on the shoulder. The sudden pain made Louise gasp, which then turned into a yelp as he drove into her. The force pushed her against the metal. Chris’s left hand slid down and grabbed her hip to keep her steady. He started pounding into her vigorously, letting out groans of pleasure muffled against her shoulder. His teeth had not yet let go. Louise delighted in the mix of pleasure and pain, her gasps getting louder as the pummelling continued.
She could feel the orgasm building up inside. It had been a surprisingly long time since she had felt this great. She leant onto her right arm as her left hand went behind her and gripped his left wrist, nails digging in. Chris stopped biting her. His hand released her hair and covered her mouth, muffling the increasing cries of pleasure. His lips skimmed her ear, his breath hot.
“Let go, babe. Let that anger go.”
That tipped her over in every way. The orgasm burst through her body, and the muffled hoarse scream she let out was a mix of rage and elation. She quivered as she came, the waves of bliss pulsing through her as Chris kept going. She was dimly aware of his movements becoming uncontrolled, and a deep groan coming from him as he burst inside her. Finally, his hand slipped from around her mouth and caressed down her back. This elicited another quiver from her.
“Nice to meet you, Louise,” he said after he got his breath back.
“Right back at ya.”
He pulled out and helped her up. As she rearranged her clothes, he did the same and picked up her blouse and held it open for her to slip back on. How funny that he was being gallant after what they had just done on her car. The absurdity of it made her laugh slightly.
“That’s not the usual response I get after I screw a sexy girl.”
“Worried about your manhood being put into question?” she responded.
He pushed her back against the car once more, but in a softer manner. His hands stroked down her hair, getting a damp wisp under control. He gave her a grin.
“I believe the noise you made was quite unquestionable.”
“Smart arse.”
She pushed him away and opened the car door once more. This time he took a step back. She got in, closed the door and slipped on her seatbelt. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel for a moment, battling between good judgement and good sex.
Fuck it!
She wound down her window.
“Want to come to my place?”
Chris’s eyebrow raised up.
“You sure about that?”
“Just get in. If you’re parked here, I can drive you back later.”
“I’m not,” he said, strolling to the passenger door. “I walked here.”
They were both quiet during the ten-minute drive back to her place. She was surprised the silence was not awkward. She could still smell his citrus and leather aftershave, but it was now mixed with the scent of their fucking session.
What the hell, Louise. You just got fucked on your car in the middle of your work parking lot!
She had never done anything so crazy before. But it was so hot! And it definitely released some of her tension. Once parked, she switched off the engine and stepped out. Chris followed her into the building and up three storeys to her apartment. The kitchen and living room were open plan and split with a kitchen island. She had the usual sofa/coffee table/TV combo. Across from the living room, she had sliding glass doors that led to a balcony.