Grace (Corked and Tapped Book 2) Page 4

  Without asking, he stood and helped her down from her seat next to him. He tucked her phone in her purse and handed it to her, and then he draped her jacket over her arm. Thank God one of them had enough brain cells to remember she even had a purse or a jacket.

  Tucking her hand under his elbow, he made his way through the still-crowded bar, heading toward the back door.

  She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but she assumed he had a car in the back. She had come here by Uber. “Where are we going?” she finally asked as the night air hit her body. The blouse she was wearing did nothing to keep the chill out.

  The parking lot was crowded, and he led her to a black SUV along the far side where there was no direct streetlight. He turned her to face him and pressed her back against the cool door.

  She gasped at the chill.

  He pressed his body against hers. “I would take you home, but I know that would make you nervous. Instead, I’m going to fuck you in the back seat of my car. Okay?”

  “Yes.” God, yes.

  Chapter 6

  She shivered again as he disengaged the locks and opened the rear passenger door. She climbed in and scooted across the seat, nervousness returning. At least the windows were tinted.

  After Jack shut the door, he turned to face her, calm as could be, and nodded toward her torso. “Take your blouse off.”

  Her hands trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall over her arms.

  He took it from her and draped it carefully over the seat in front of them. That action alone soothed her for some odd reason. It was so domestic.

  “Now the skirt.”

  She sat up straighter and reached behind to unzip her skirt, feeling decidedly naked considering Jack was still fully clothed. She didn’t comment, however, instead enjoying this bossiness. This dominance, he’d promised.

  As she wiggled out of the tight material, she kicked off her pumps, and then she handed the skirt to him.

  He settled the material over the seat next to her blouse. Meticulously.

  His gaze returned to her chest. “That bra is fucking sexy, but I want to see your tits.”

  She reached behind her and popped the clasp. As the last of the material fell away, she shivered.

  “Damn, you are incredible,” he whispered. “Cup your tits for me. Lift them. Pinch the nipples.”

  She did as he asked, panting with every movement. Wetness pooled in her pussy, escaping around the toy still lodged inside her. She moaned as she pinched her nipples simultaneously. Normally she wouldn’t be able to get herself so worked up with her own hands, but having someone dictate her actions changed everything.

  “Scoot this way.”

  There were several feet between them all this time, and now she moved toward him, sitting so that her thigh was touching his knee.

  “Turn this way and lie back. I want to see that vibrator.”

  She shuddered as she did as he asked, leaning back so she was lying on the bench seat, her head near the far door, her knees bent and pressed together in front of him.

  He set his hands on her knees and eased them open. “Fuck me,” he murmured as he spread them wider and wider. He picked one ankle up and draped it over the back seat. He grabbed the other ankle and set it on the headrest of the front seat.

  She was obscenely exposed. Even though they weren’t directly under a streetlight, there was enough light shining into the SUV to illuminate her nudity.

  “Put your hands on the door over your head,” he instructed as he smoothed his palms up and down her inner thighs.

  She flattened her hands on the door and used it to brace herself, her heel digging into the headrest at the same time.

  Jack kept his gaze on her as he finally began to remove clothing. “Don’t move an inch. You look like a goddess lying there spread out naked in my SUV. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

  He slid his tie free first, and then unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it out of his pants. When he undid his clasp and lowered the zipper, she lowered her gaze to watch. His cock popped free, huge and straining. He palmed it for a moment and then lifted his hips to remove both his pants and underwear while kicking off his shoes.

  When he was finally naked, he set a knee between her legs and leaned over her. “I find it impressive that you can keep that vibrator inside you. You must have worked hard to reach that level of control.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. It had taken some time to build up the strength and control of her inner muscles, but she could do it easily now.

  “What a naughty girl you are,” he stated as he lowered his lips to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

  She arched toward him, moaning.

  He released her breast with a noisy pop. “Stay still and I’ll suckle you. If you squirm, I’ll stop.”

  “Okay.” This bossiness was fucking hot. Who knew? Just because she enjoyed reading it in fiction didn’t mean it would have translated to real life.

  His mouth returned to that nipple, sucking, twirling it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth. When he finally released it to switch to the other breast, she moaned.

  “You like that,” he commented when he was finished torturing her.

  “Yes. Very much.”

  He leaned back, settling his hands on her thighs again. He slowly smoothed them toward her center. “Love the clean shave. And seeing that purple toy sticking out of you makes my cock so hard I’m about to come without touching it.”

  She watched it bob in front of him. “I could take the edge off, if you’d like. With my mouth.”

  He smirked. “Naughty girl. Not a chance.” His gaze wandered back to her pussy. “Can you keep that inside while you’re being fucked?”

  She watched his face, waiting a moment before she answered. “Yes.”

  His erection jumped. “Jesus,” he murmured.

  She liked that she surprised him.

  “Have you ever tried it?”

  “No. Never. But I’ve watched it.”

  He jerked his gaze to hers, his eyes wide.

  She giggled. “On the computer.”

  “Oh.” His shoulders relaxed. She’d gotten under his skin again.

  He sat back and then reached out a hand. “I owe you a spanking.”

  She winced. She’d been undeniably turned on by the proposition all evening. But pondering the idea and letting someone do it were two different things. Slowly she removed her hands from the door and settled her palm in his.

  He pulled her upright and then continued forward until he had her draped over his lap.

  She reached for the floorboard to steady herself, breathing heavily.

  He smoothed his palm over her butt and thighs. “Since this is your first spanking, I’ll go easy. Trust me, though, you’re going to like it.”

  She wanted to ask him how many times he’d done this before but decided she didn’t want to know the answer.

  “Your job is to hold on to that toy.”

  “Okay.” She could do that, right?

  When Jack lifted his palm, she stiffened, but the first swat that landed on her ass didn’t hurt nearly as badly as she was expecting. In fact, in an odd twisted way, it felt good. The second spank stung, but the vibrations raced toward her clit. Yeah. Every book described it like this, but she’d never believed it was possible.

  She gripped her thighs together.

  Jack chuckled. “Told you.” He smoothed the sting for several seconds. “Spread your legs. Wide. Make it hard to hold on to that toy of yours.” To emphasize what he wanted, he grabbed her closest knee and pulled it up onto the seat at an angle.

  This new position left her far more than exposed. She was so wet and horny now, she moaned.

  He chuckled again as he reached between her legs and ran a finger through her folds and then circled the edge of the vibrator. He even dragged the tip of his finger under the snug space between her clit and the toy.

  She bucked. “Jack.”

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�Shh,” he soothed, removing his hand. “Shh. Stay still. Four more spanks.”

  She wasn’t sure she could live through four more, but did she have a choice? She did have that ridiculous safeword, and the feelings he elicited were making her question her sanity, but she wanted more. She wanted the entire package. The whole novel.

  He delivered two more in quick succession, leaving her panting and close to the edge of coming. When she started to close her legs by instinct, he swatted her inner thigh and grabbed her knee to hold it in place. “Keep your legs where I put them. I like your pussy wide open and exposed. I like knowing you’re about to orgasm.”

  She was gasping for air, her hands planted firmly on the floorboard, wishing he would finish spanking her and fuck her already. Instead, he reached under her chest and fondled a nipple. Her breasts were swaying heavily. When he pinched the tip between his fingers, her pussy gripped down on the toy in response. “Jack, I’m going to come.”

  “No, you’re not. Not until I say. Control, Grace. Mind over matter. If you can teach yourself to grip that fucking hot vibrator and walk around with it inside you, you can keep from coming until I give you permission.”

  She thought he was crazy, but she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes against the continued onslaught to her nipples as he pinched and released them, back and forth, driving her closer with every sharp pain. Finally, he squeezed her breast with all of his fingers while he gave her the last two spanks.

  It was too much. She couldn’t stop the orgasm from slamming into her. The way his hand landed on her bottom while his other fingers worked her breast was more than she could combat all at once. Too many sensations assaulting her. She came so hard that it knocked the breath out of her and blurred her vision.

  Seconds later, his fingers thrust into her pussy around the toy, deep and hard and demanding. His other hand released her breast and swung around to land on her lower back, holding her steady while he fucked her with those fingers.

  She lurched forward with every thrust, but he held her steady enough to keep her from hitting her head on the door.

  Chapter 7

  While she was still gasping, he grabbed her waist and lifted her, moving her around like a rag doll to lower her onto her back again. Her outer foot landed on the floor. Jack lifted her other ankle over his shoulder.

  She was moaning and desperate. Confused and so very needy still when he thrust into her. The intrusion was so filling that she cried out. She set her hands on his shoulders and moaned over and over as he continued to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked.

  The vibrator rubbed against her clit with every thrust, and she knew it was also doing something similar to his cock.

  “Jesus. My, God, Grace. Jesus.” He mumbled the same thing over and over as he slid in and out. Taking. Giving. Making her wild.

  It didn’t matter that she’d come earlier in the bar and then just now in a series of orgasms she’d lost count of. She needed more. Her hands slid to his ass to squeeze. “Harder,” she begged. For the first time in forever, she was on fire.

  He obliged, thrusting so fast the car was shaking. Thank God the windows were tinted, but if anyone was looking, they would see this swaying car like a scene out of a movie.

  It seemed like they fucked forever, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. It felt so good. Much better than any sex she’d ever had. She wanted to come with him. She hoped she could.

  Suddenly, he paused, his cock deep inside her. She had no idea what he was doing as he reached for the floorboard and patted along in the dark. And then she heard a zip and seconds later saw the faint light of her phone.

  She shivered as she realized his intention.

  He grinned down at her when he found what he wanted and touched the screen several times until the vibrations started up. “How high do you want it?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She shook her head. “It won’t matter. I’m close.”

  He turned it up several notches and then dropped the phone and eased out of her. “Oh yeah. Holy shit that feels good.”

  She smiled. “You like that?” The vibrator would be stroking his cock at the same time.

  “Love it.” He sped up the pace, and each thrust once again drove the toy into her clit, only this time with vibration.

  She dug her heel into the floor and the seat and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. It only took her a few seconds to reach the edge again. “I’m gonna come,” she murmured.

  “Now you ask permission?” he teased.

  She blinked at him, wondering how he had so much control.

  He shook his head. “Come for me. I want to watch you explode with both me and that toy inside you.”

  At his command, she shattered. The moment she gasped, a telltale sign, he picked up his thrusts again, and before the waves of her release were finished, he slid in one last time, lifting her hips so that he was deeper than she’d ever felt. And then he came.

  She watched his face as he tipped his head back slightly and groaned his release. She smoothed her hands from his waist to his chest, enjoying the power of him.

  When he finally lowered his gaze, he leaned forward and planted his hands on the seat above her head. “That was the best sex of my life,” he told her.

  She smiled. “Hands down. When should we do it again?”

  He chuckled. “It’s going to take me a week to recover.” He rose off her, his body shaking as he plopped down on the seat. “Come here.” He reached for her, breathing heavily.

  She pushed herself up with shaking arms, found her phone on the floorboard, and turned the vibrations off. Any longer and she would have started wincing from the sensitivity. He grabbed her around the waist and settled her on his lap, her straddling him, his hand at her lower back. “We’re going to have to work on that orgasm control,” he teased, running his fingers up and down her spine.

  “Hey, there was no way I could stop myself when you started toying with my nipples. You know how sensitive they are.”

  He chuckled deep and low. “That wasn’t a fair move. You’re right.”

  When she started to speak, he broke her off by leaning forward to take her lips.

  She expected a sweet, gentle, postcoital kiss. Instead, she got a heated, demanding press of lips and tongue that made her sit up straighter and lean into him. She loved the way he kissed her with so much passion. Even though most men would be struggling to lift so much as a toe right now, not Jack. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he appreciated the incredible fuck they’d just had.

  When he released her lips, she wiggled her pussy against his semi-erect cock, the toy still between them.

  He leaned her back and reached down, tipping her away from him enough to pull the vibrator out of her. When he had it free, he lifted it up to stare at it. “Whoever invented this is a genius.”

  “Agreed,” she responded softly, waiting for him to comment further. It was coming. It was only a matter of time.

  As he set it on the seat beside him with a smirk, she spoke to distract him. “My God, Jack. When you promised me an amazing night to remember, you were not kidding.”

  He stroked the damp hairs off her forehead, a coy grin covering his face. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

  She glanced at the clock on his dashboard. “Shit. It’s late. We better get home. The kids will be up in a few hours.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re probably right. What time did you tell the sitter we’d be there?”

  “I told her we’d be home by one.”

  “Good. We’re not late yet.”

  She smiled at her husband of five years as a renewed flush covered her cheeks. “That was really hot. Let’s do it again soon.”

  “Agreed,” he responded, still staring at her.

  She started to pull away.

  He clenched her hips, holding her on his lap. “Not so fast, wife of mine. I have a few questions.”

  She scrunched up her fac
e. “More questions?”

  He nodded slowly, narrowing his gaze. “Several. Don’t think I’m unaware you’ve been holding out on me. How long have you had that vibrator?”

  She shrugged, wondering how much of tonight’s antics were about to bite her in the ass. “If you want to role play like this again, I suggest you leave the scene behind and let some of the parts remain a mystery.”

  “So, not everything you told me was true?” he asked, chuckling.

  “Maybe. Maybe not.” She grinned at him. “I will say, as soon as I sat down on that stool, I kinda became someone else. It was fun. I totally fell into the role and pretended I’d never met you before until I was actually believing it.”

  “You know I’m going to be hard all day at work tomorrow wondering if you really masturbate in your office through a phone app.”

  “Yep.”

  “Eight?” His voice rose. “When did you have the house to yourself all day so you could masturbate eight times with two toddlers running around?”

  Heat rose up her face, and she shrugged, hoping he would let this go. She had indeed done exactly that one day when she’d been incredibly horny and he’d taken the kids to his mom’s so she could get some “work” done. Some secrets needed to remain exactly that. Secrets. “We were role playing, remember?”

  His gaze narrowed further, but his lips were curved in a smile. “Fine. You keep your secrets. I’ll pretend you bought that vibrator today to tease me with it all night.”

  “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” A little mystery was healthy.

  “Don’t be surprised if I pop into your office some day when you least expect it.”

  She giggled. “You should.”

  His gaze was still on hers as he reached toward the floorboard in search of his clothes. “We’re so doing this again soon.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “Did you enjoy the D/s?”

  “God, yes.” She slid off his lap, glancing around for her bra. “Maybe next time we should meet up in a fetish club.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

  He wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her closer, her nipples brushing against his chest. “Next time, I’ll pick out what you wear, and it won’t be nearly as demure as the sexy bra and blouse you had on tonight, baby.”