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Eve

Holy. Fuck.

The cool night breeze flows through my car window as I leave the university. I think back to the bathroom with Jason, and the events that transpired after.

The walk of shame from the bathroom back down to the auditorium was hard as hell. I tried my best to fix my hair, but with no panties and wet shoes, marks on my wrist from being bound and hooked, the red flush to my lips from being kissed so aggressively…I was a sight for sore eyes. Luckily, after a little work smoothing my locks and straightening my suit, most folks downstairs just assumed I had left to go have myself a good cry.

If only they knew.

Jason had left shortly after we returned to the auditorium, stating he had a prior engagement that he couldn’t miss, and left me to deal with the crowds by myself. Never mind the fact that with each step I could feel Jason’s fingers inside me still, and with each greeting to guests I had to fight the hoarseness of my throat after screaming against his hand.

After a couple more hours of unbearable socializing, the event was over and I was free to leave. I grabbed my father's urn and beelined for my car, not bothering to bring anything else with me. After all, that’s what the staff was for: they’d handle packing up everything, and the courier would bring it back to my place later.

RING RING

My phone shakes me from my memories as I glance at the bluetooth notification on my stereo.

JASON GRANT.

Huh, that was fast.

Leaning forward, I press the green phone logo and immediately hear Jason’s voice resonate throughout my car.

“Hi, Eve. How was the event?”

“It was good,” I answer, turning onto the offramp that brings me back to my place. “Wait, how did you know I left already?”

Jason pauses for a second, and I can feel his attention drawn elsewhere for a moment as he mutters a few incomprehensible words to someone before returning his focus to the call.

“I just figured it was getting late, and the celebration couldn’t have gone THAT long.”

I glance at the time on my console. 8:12pm. Huh. It doesn’t feel as late as it is, and after the adrenaline rush I experienced with Jason, I’m anything but tired.

“Yeah it is. But I’m already dressed, and I’ll be passing Clover in a couple minutes, I think I might stop by and have a drink. Today’s been a hell of a day.”

I smile to myself–a motion I know Jason can’t see–as I hear him laugh. A rich, husky sound that has me biting my lip.

“Well I didn’t see you complaining, ma’am.” I can hear the sneer in his voice, and I scoff playfully at him.

“Cute, Jason, real cute. You know you had my mouth immobilized basically the entire time I was pinned against that door. I’m pretty sure I can still feel your tongue on mine. Hungry much?”

Silence for a moment.

“I felt a need. I satisfied that need. I haven’t felt that kind of ‘hunger’ for another person in a very, very long time…and you handled it so well.”

“HAHAHHA,” I bellow. “What on earth makes you think I couldn’t handle you, tough guy? You’re a puppy dog to me, and it’s just a matter of time before I have you sitting and begging at my feet.”

I see the offramp coming up that will drop me off at Clover’s parking lot, and as I turn off I hear Jason get quiet. I don’t know if leaving him speechless is something to be proud of…or something to fear. And after seeing that controlling, possessive side of Jason, it could be either.

“Eve…Princess…you’ve never been so wrong in your life. I’ll see you in a minute.”

CLICK.

What does he mean “see me in a minute?”

I feel a knot hit me low in the stomach, his veiled threat causing my cheeks to flush as I turn into Clover’s parking lot, musing over his words while I pull into a parking spot near the front.

I open my door and step out, and as I turn to close the door, I feel movement behind me: before I can turn around, two arms reach from either side and brace against the door frame, trapping me between them.

Aww HELL no, I’m not about to let some drunk college punk feel me up right now.

My knuckles crack as I ball up a fist and spin, swinging my arm out and hoping to feel a connection. Unfortunately for me, this guy has anticipated my swing and ducks down, my arm sailing over him as my momentum spins me around. I topple back against his chest, swearing and struggling against his grip as his arms come around me again.

“Nice swing, but next time try to ground your feet more.”

I crane my head back against the man’s chest and am met with a head of blonde hair and bright, honey-colored eyes.

“Jason, JESUS you can’t sneak up on me like that!”

I stand up straight and pivot in his arms to face him, brushing my skirt and trying my best to smooth my hair. He can sense my embarrassment and dips his chin down to look at me with raised brows.

“Why so skittish, Eve?”

He steps back and I soak him in: his bespoke suit is the blackest black I’ve ever seen, accentuating his broad chest and squared shoulders. His collared shirt and cufflinks are a deep crimson red, and the gold watch on his wrist shines with the same sparkle that lights his eyes.

I’ve never seen a man so painstakingly handsome in my life, and as my eyes travel from the tailored waist of his jacket up to meet his gaze, I see a foreign expression on his face.

“Jason, you look like you just got done fighting a bear. Are you ok?”

Bringing his hand up to his hair and smoothing it back, he coughs and grasps his collar with his hands, straightening his jacket and cocking his head playfully.

“After working you like a puppet in the bathroom, anybody would look like they just fought a bear.”

He smiles at me, the gold of his eyes sparkling with humor and excitement as he turns from me and heads towards the sidewalk nearby.

“Uh-huh,” I say, my voice low as I eyeball him skeptically.

I’m not convinced.

I follow Jason and as we approach the club door, the familiar young bouncer sees me and waves.

“Hey Eve, welcome back!”

He sounds genuinely happy to see me, and as he opens the door for me, I see Jason shoot me a look of surprise.

“How do you know the kid? He talks to you like he’s known you his whole life.”

I smile, hooking my arm around Jason’s and giving a squeeze.

“I came to Clover a few more times after the night I met with you in your office, and he’s always out front” I add, looking back at the kid’s silhouette through the frosted glass windows on the side of the door. “He means well, but sometimes he eyeballs me a little too long. Poor thing, I think he has mommy issues.”

Jason chuckles as we weave through the crowds and approach the side of the bar.

Derek is bartending–as usual–and as Jason and I take our seats, he turns and waves a hand at Jason. He doesn’t notice me at first, but once he heads our way, he stops in his tracks.

“Eve, welcome back,” he says jovially before setting his sights on Jason. “Jason, I didn’t know you were bringing…company…”

The emphasis on the word makes me shift in my seat. Jason shrugs, glancing at me through his peripheral vision and back at Derek.

“Eve is a client of mine, she came to me when her father died. We’ve...gotten close…since then.”

He tiptoes around his words as a child does when they misbehave. I know that Jason works with Derek and helps at the club sometimes, but to hear Jason talk to Derek in that way: I can’t put my finger on it. Usually I’m pretty good with reading people, but underneath his words, I hear a careful tone that I’m all too familiar with.

The languid sound of repetition.

This doesn’t sound like the first time Jason has told Derek about me…about us. And now I’m curious as to what is going on here.

I remain silent, watching as Derek slightly raises an eyebrow at Jason, and Jason dips his head in a subtle, barely noticeable nod. Something is going on, but now isn’t the time to bring it up. So I lean forward, placing my hands on the bar and beam a smile at Derek.

“Hey boss, can I please get my usual?”

Derek looks at me and blinks as his face returns to its customer service baseline. Jason’s head shoots over at me in surprise, wondering how in the hell I already have a ‘usual,’ and why Derek would know what it was.

“Of course! J, are you having YOUR usual?”

Jason nods curtly at Derek, who turns to the bartender behind him and says a few words–motioning to our side of the bar–before washing his hands and coming from behind the bar to sit on the other side of me. The bartender quickly begins to mix and pour as Jason shifts slightly in his seat.

“Oh, so you two are friends now?” Jason scoffs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth to reassure me of his playful intention, and as the other bartender brings us our drinks, I swirl the liquid in my glass, watching the golden color shift and catch the light of the bar.

“I came in shortly after our first meeting at Everlast,” I explain, taking a sip before resting my elbow on Derek’s shoulder. “Derek seemed to be able to read me pretty well, so I asked him to pick a drink for me. The rest is history.”

Derek laughs from beside me.

“Naaah, J,” Derek says assuredly. “It’s not like that, trust me. If anything, Eve feels like…like a kindred spirit. We talked about her work, about her childhood and her uncanny ability to decipher people. We talked about you too, J.”

Jason stiffens, dragging his eyes from Derek to me as my cheeks begin to warm. I immediately bring my arm from Derek’s shoulder and rest it on the bar.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” I say as I raise my eyebrow and take a sip of my drink.

“Yeah, man, I think the girl MIGHT dig you,” Derek playfully grins at Jason, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. Yet despite the dimly lit bar area, I can see the corner of his mouth curl slightly as he smirks at me.

“Hey now, Derek,” I caution as I lean over and bump my shoulder into his. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. For all I know, Jason has a husband at home that he’s hiding from me.”

Jason sips his drink and looks at Derek, winking at him over his glass.

“Damn, man, I didn’t know we were married!” Derek laughs as he rises from his seat. “I’d be careful Eve…Jason might be hiding more than a husband,” he says with a sly grin as he walks back behind the bar to attend to the patrons.

I feel Jason’s hand on my thigh before I can even see him move: his fingers dig into my flesh as I jump slightly in my seat. His eyes take on a mischievous glow as he leans in towards me, his lips grazing my ear.

“Nice to know you are so friendly with my boss,” he growls through his smile as he slowly, tortuously slides his hand up my thigh, his fingers disappearing under my skirt.

“Oh please, Jason, relax. You know it was all in good fun, don’t you?”

I know he won’t do anything here in the bar, not with Derek literally feet away. But as his hand continues to slide upwards, I begin to doubt my confidence in Jason’s self-control.

“Eve, you came straight here from the memorial…do you really think I’d forget that you aren’t wearing any underwear?”

I freeze in place as his fingertips reach the top of my thigh, but he doesn't continue. Rather he leaves his hand there, his fingertips sitting at the crease of my leg, lightly grazing my pussy only to realize that I’m not wearing any underwear. He looks at me, his tongue sliding against his cheek in a way that leaves me hungry–desperate–to feel that tongue slide against other parts of me.

My thighs clench as I try to squirm in my seat, but Jason digs his fingers in harder, keeping me still in my chair. I shoot him a warning look, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I grasp his arm and unsuccessfully try to pull him away.

He laughs.

“Princess, this club is dark and the bar top is long. You think anybody is gonna be paying attention to us?”

Jason forces his hand inward, and despite my attempt at locking my legs together, his hand slips between my thighs, his fingers running through my slit so quickly I barely have time to let out a gasp before he withdraws his hand.

His hand retreats, his digits wet and warm as he settles back on my leg before taking a slow sip of his drink. I stare at him as he looks straight forward, setting his glass down and slowly rolling his eyes towards me, giving me the sexiest, most maddening side-eye I’ve ever seen. A smile plays at his lips, deadly and malicious, and I’ve had about enough.

“Two can play that game, Jason. You’ve got yours coming, believe me.”

Moving his hand from my thigh, he brings it up and rests his elbow on the counter, hand in the air as he twists his wrist and watches the bar lights catch on the sheen of my juices on his fingers. Blatant. Shameless.

Hot as fuck.

“You’re cute when you make threats,” he says, bringing his fingers to his lips as slips them inside his mouth, taking only a moment to lick around his fingers and savor the taste of me before sliding them out and dropping his hand to my lap again, wiping his hand on my thigh.

My mouth is agape at the display of sheer fucking audacity he seems to be reveling in. Yet his movements, the way he challenges me, teases me, has me even more drawn to him.

This man is MADDENING.

Grasping my drink, I finish it all in one fell swoop, slamming my glass on the table and standing up from my seat. The noise catches the attention of Derek as he looks our way, a mix of concern and amusement on his face as he continues to mix a drink and set it on the bar in front of him.

I need some space. I give Jason one more glance before turning and walking towards the VIP doors, hearing a squeak as Jason abruptly stands from the barstool behind me. I don’t hear his footsteps behind me, but am aware of his presence following me, even through the crowds of people.

As I approach the VIP lounge, I see Jack near the door, and he gently holds his hand up and stops me in my tracks. Jack is a big guy, but we’ve always only been friendly towards each other. I seriously doubt he knows me well enough to avoid tangling with me when I’m feeling murderous.

“I’m sorry Eve, the VIP lounge is full tonight.”

I scoff at him and cross my arms as Jason catches up with me and moves to stand between the bouncer and myself.

“It’s ALWAYS full, every single night. And yet every time I’ve been here, I see NOBODY going in, and nobody coming out. What’s the deal?”

Jason looks at Jack and I see Jack’s face change slightly, giving Jason a slight nod. Jason turns to face me, his playful demeanor melting away as that all-too-familiar look of predatory calm takes its place.

“Eve, the VIP lounge is by reservation only, and we have a pretty extensive waiting list. I couldn’t get you in even if I wanted to.”

My arms uncross but my defensive posture remains: I look up at Jason with a challenging stare, stepping close to him and reading his face for any sign of lies. His gaze is stone, his face unchanging save for the slight rise in his eyebrow as if to say ‘any questions?’

I turn away in a huff, storming off to the dance floor. I need space, need to burn off this anger and energy I’m carrying.

The club is thick with bodies, and after pushing through the crowds I find myself a little opening a few feet away from the DJ booth. Perfect. As the song ends and blends into another, I close my eyes and feel the beat of the music through my skin, the pulse of the club coming alive as a heavy bass and electronic melody soon has everyone jumping and thrusting around. Amidst the gyrating bodies and rapid dances, I sway slowly to the beat. I want to feel myself transcend, to escape, and as I lift my hands above my head and begin to roll my hips, I feel a pair of hands on either side of me, gently touching my extended arms and sliding down to my sides.

I don’t have to look to know it’s Jason. By now I’m already familiar with his touch, his cologne: the way the energy changes and the air shifts when he is near me. We are like magnets, constantly pulling at each other, unable to let the other go once we’re close. And as much as I want to escape him, I can’t. I can’t walk away. I can only sway in place, his hands dropping slightly to my hips as I feel him press up against me.

“Eve, what’s wrong?” He leans in and puts his lips to my ear, and I can tell he is genuinely concerned, but the music is so loud I pretend not to hear. Instead I pivot in his hands, lowering my arms to his shoulders and dragging them down his chest as I press my pelvis into his, grinding on him in time with the music.

“HMMM? CAN’T HEAR YOU.” I yell as I shake my head and toss it back, my breasts thrust out towards his chest. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes, devouring me, and the thought of his fantasizing makes my nipples harden under my jacket. His fingers dig into my hips as he lowers one hand and palms my ass: he grips it firmly while he slides his other hand from my hip to my back, bending me straight to face him again. I open my eyes and meet his gaze, and I see it.

That look.

The same look he had when we were in the bathroom at the memorial.

The “I take what I want” look.

I grin at him as the lights dance upon our faces and illuminate his already glowing eyes.

“YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING HERE,” I yell again over the music, smiling widely and flashing a daring look as I swing my arms out to my sides, motioning at the crowds around us.

A smile slowly creeps across Jason’s face, the flashing lights casting shadows that make him look straight out of a horror novel. As he returns his hand from my rear up my hip again, he pulls me in close to him, gripping me in a bear hug. Leaning into me, his cheek presses against mine as he growls in my ear, his voice drowning out everything around me.

“You really think that anybody is paying attention to us? That they’re gonna notice what’s going on between you and me? We’re in our own little corner of the club, here,” he says as his hand slips from my hips down the front of my skirt, grasping the fabric and easing it up ever so slightly. His breath on my neck makes my hair stand on end, and as I shiver in his arms I feel his lips press against my neck.

“We are so close together, nobody is going to notice anything.”

His hand slips up my skirt, his fingers searching aggressively for my pussy and as he finds it, I step closer to him. He wants to mark his territory, and I’ll let him.

At least for now.

“Oh Jason,” I groan as he palms my lips and presses the heel of his hand against my clit, giving my hips free reign to grind on him. The music pics up pace, and as the movement of my hips follows, I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I’m onto you,” I tease as I reach down with my hand, grasping his belt and pulling his pelvis closer to mine. “You think you can make me melt, make me submit to you? You’ve never been so wrong.”

My hand slides down to his cock, and no sooner do I graze it through the fabric than I feel it jump at my touch. I remember how he kept his pants on during our escapade at the memorial, but we’ll see how long he can last tonight once I start working on him.

Jason may know me well, but he doesn’t know me well enough.

I feel for his zipper, sliding it down as the crowds continue to pivot and move around us. Ignorant. Unaware. Completely oblivious to the feral groping and grinding that is going on inches away from them.

Reaching my hand past the soft fabric of his trousers and through the zipper-lined opening, I feel his cock through his boxers: stiff, thick, and already wet at the tip. Glancing up at Jason, I give him the same smile he had just given me. I can feel my eyes sparkling mischievously as I wrap my fist around him and stroke him through the fabric of his underwear.

Jason’s eyes darken, his eyelids heavy as he instinctively thrusts inwards with his hips, his hand on my pussy clenching in response to my movements. The sudden increase in pressure on my clit elicits a primal groan from my mouth, and I feel empowered by the control I have at this moment. I can do well enough trying to ignore his hand on my body, but Jason doesn’t seem like he has the same self-control. He isn’t fighting me. It seems that–in this moment–he isn’t afraid to submit to me, to let me do what I want to do to him.

And I want to do so, so many things.

My stroking continues, my grip on him merciless as I keep my eyes on him. Challenging him. Telling him silently that he’s mine. We stare at each other, our eyes fixated as our hands explore the most intimate parts of ourselves. The risk of getting caught, of being seen, only adds to the excitement: by the time the song is done and a new one begins, Jason and I are both sweating, our smiles cracking under the weight of our attempts to fight off our arousal.

As the song slows, we both stop. Jason removes his hand from under my skirt, and I slide my hand from his pants, panting and staring at Jason as he reaches down and slowly zips up his pants.

“Jason,’ I say, choking on my words as I try to speak through the unimaginable need I feel. “Let’s go.”

I don’t have to ask him twice. Grasping my hand, he drags me from the dance floor and we beeline towards the front door of the club, heading outside. Stopping for a moment, we both look at each other with a “what now” expression on our faces. Scanning the parking lot, I land on my car just a few yards away.

Perfect.

I march towards my car, pulling him with me and yanking my keys from my skirt pocket, hitting the electronic unlock button as we approach.

Releasing his hand, I point at the passenger door.

“In. Now.”

Jason wastes no time opening the door and hopping in the seat as I walk around the car and enter the driver’s side. In seconds the engine is fired up, and as I hear Jason buckle his seatbelt, I can’t help but to smile to myself.

Poor lust-drunk puppy, he thinks we’re driving far.

Throwing the car into reverse, I back out of the parking spot and drive around to the back of Clover, finding space near the loading dock. It is dark. Secluded. Too late for deliveries. It’s not glamorous, but for what we plan to do, it’ll suffice.

“Eve, what are we doing?”

I put the car in park, tucked away from any possibility of a view from patrons meandering around the club, and I look over at Jason.

“Oh don’t play dumb,” I reply, unbuttoning my jacket and throwing my arms behind me in my seat as I wriggle it off of me. “You didn’t think that you could just start shit in the club with no follow-through, did you?”

Reaching over, I fondle his lap, grasping his cock through his pants and latching on. Jason groans and shifts in his seat, sliding down and spreading his legs for me. I’m feral. Starving. There are no more games to play, no more dodging our intent. My eyes meet his, his gaze narrowing as if he can see the hunger raging inside me.

“You really thought I’d wait long enough to go somewhere?” I purr as I rub his cock back and forth through his pants, gripping his head and delighting in the gasp that claws its way from his throat. “That I would want our first time to be on a bed, with music and candles and too much perfume?”

The zipper of his pants slides open with ease, and as Jason unbuckles his seatbelt and reclines his seat, I reach inside his pants and take hold of him, my fingers curling around him with a squeeze. I pay no mind to the rough upholstery of my seat as I prop myself up on my knees, leaning over the middle console and using both hands to work him out of his boxers.

His dick springs free, the tip glistening and his veins pulsing under my palm. I lick my lips at such a sight, this man bare and eager for what I have to give him. Looking up at Jason, he meets my gaze and runs his hand through my hair.

“You have a beautiful cock, you know that?” I whisper as I stroke it with both hands, my forearms propped on his thighs as he continues to run his fingers through my hair, massaging my head and coaxing my lips closer to his skin.

“No no, now let’s not get ahead of ourselves, handsome,” I say as I tease him, darting my tongue out of my mouth and letting the tip feather against his head. He bucks his hips up, trying to penetrate my lips, but I pull back, fighting against the grip he has on my hair.

“Fuck, Eve, stop playing with me,” he groans, the muscles in his thighs contracting as he thrusts in desperation.

“If you want me to blow you, you have to ask me for it.” I taunt. Go ahead, Jason. Ask me nicely if I’ll suck you off.”

I continue to tease the tip of his cock with my tongue, my hands keeping a firm grip on his base. Jason breathes heavily for a moment, and before I can think he fists my hair at the back of my neck and wrenches my head up, pulling me away from his dick and forcing me up to face him. His eyes are clouded over, the playful gleam from the club now replaced with murderous intensity.

“Eve,” he strains through clenched teeth. “If I want you to blow me, you’ll blow me. Whether you’re willing or not.”

In a flash his lips are on mine, crashing into me with such fervor I taste blood in my mouth. His hand at my neck makes it impossible for me to back away. The only air I have to breathe is what he gives me, and while Jason continues his assault on my mouth, his tongue pushing its way past mine as his lips press into me with all the force he can muster.

For a few long, torturous seconds, he continues. My lips are crushed, bruising under pressure as he devours me without mercy. After a few moments he tears his mouth from mine and turns my head back to face his lap, grasping his cock and holding it steady as he forces my head down. I don’t have time to think before he plunges up into me with such force I can’t help but to choke. My lips are at his base as he holds me there, grinding into my face until I feel tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I’m gagging, desperately trying to gasp for air, feelings of panic and pleasure melting together until I can’t think straight.

Speaking through gritted teeth and clenched jaw, he continues to ram himself into my mouth at a slow, steady pace.

“You need to remind yourself, Princess…I’m not gentle.”

THRUST. He hits the back of my throat and I struggle to breathe.

“Being with me means submitting to me.”

THRUST. My eyes squeeze shut as I feel my jaw pop.

“I don’t beg for anything from anybody.”

THRUST. He holds me in place as I fight against his hand.

After a second Jason releases my head as I immediately come up for air, coughing and gasping, wiping the drool from my mouth as I break his hold on my hair, whipping my head up to glare at him. My eyes narrow as something inside me snaps. I growl as I sit up and leap over the center console until I’m straddling him: I bring my hand to his neck, my fingers curling around his throat and my nails finding purchase in his rough skin.

Right now, I don’t want him inside me. Right now he needs to learn who he’s fucking with.

“You…” I gasp as I catch my breath. “YOU do not just TAKE…what you want…not with ME…”

My lips curl in a sneer as I increase the pressure on his neck, and when he tries to reach up with one hand to grab my wrist and pull me off him, I grind my pussy against his cock. He inhales sharply, and I squeeze a little harder with my hand. He might be a man, might be naturally stronger than me, but he has no idea how unhinged I am. How immoveable I can be when I’m fixated.

Nobody comes between me and my prey.

Nobody.

I’m wet–SO wet–and it doesn’t take long for his dick to come to rest between my lips: I continue to grind against him, sliding back and forth against his length as he grabs my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I feel as if he’ll shatter bone.

He thinks it’s going to make me stop. He’s dead wrong.

Ignoring the pain of his grip on my hips, I keep my hand anchored on his neck, delighting in having him by the throat and the feel of him struggling for breath. His whole body tenses as he ignores my attempt at moving his hand, and instead he reaches under my skirt and grabs my ass. A low, guttural sound escapes his lips as he slides his hand inwards towards my pussy, coating his fingers in my juices before pulling back and circling my asshole with his finger.

For a second my grip on his neck loosens, my eyes widen slightly as my gaze darts to his eyes. I do my best to not look startled, but he sees it. Leaning his torso forward a little, he presses his throat against my hand as if he likes it. As if he’s begging for me to return my grip.

“Put. It. Back.” His voice rumbles as he bares his teeth.

He pushes his finger in–breaching me–and I can’t help but to gasp and arch back, my breasts heaving up towards his face. Pleasure surges through my body and I feel my pussy clench, desperate to feel him inside me. Desperate to satisfy the ache that is building in the pit of my stomach.

I oblige him, returning the pressure to his throat as he continues to fuck my ass with his finger: the motion makes me pitch forward with each thrust, causing my clit to rub against his cock in a slow, tortuous rhythm.

“You…” I breathe, bringing my face so close to his I feel my lips brushing his when I speak.

“You’re trying to…to get me…to break…”

Jason’s tongue flits out of his mouth and he licks my lips, slipping the tip inside for just a second and then out again. He teases me, my breath becoming heavy as I press my torso against his and chase his mouth with each kiss. I feel drunk. I am trying my hardest to keep what little composure I have left, and I can feel Jason struggling, too. His cock is jumping against my pussy with every thrust of his hand, his breathing labored and his eyes glazed with lust.

“I know how good you look when you’re strong…confident…” he breathes in time with the motion of my hips. “But I want to see how beautiful you look when you’re in pieces around me…”

His breath shudders, and I loosen my grip on his throat. Pulling back for a second, we lock eyes, our inner animals seeing a real glimpse of each other for the first time.

I’m obsessed.

Sliding my hand from his throat, I move it to the back of his head and run my fingers hungrily through his hair, tangling myself up in him as I lean in and kiss him deeply. Fiercely. Biting his lips, exploring with my tongue, synching my kisses to the rhythm of my hips against him.

Jason moans into my mouth, and I feed on the vibrations like they’re my last meal. I increase the speed of my hips, my clit dragging deliciously against his cock as he rams his finger inside my ass to the knuckle.

“Oh my GOD,” I cry, tossing my head back and taking my hand from his neck so that I can grip the headrest behind him for leverage. I want to grind him through the chair, and while I feel an orgasm building, Jason’s other hand is at my shirt, tearing at the neckline and freeing my breasts for him to tease.

In seconds his mouth is on them: sucking, biting, his movements driven by pure instinct as he slowly slides his finger out of me, moving it between us and gripping his cock. His knuckles provide a welcomed friction against my lips, and my breathing becomes short and desperate.

“Eve,” he moans, moving his mouth from my nipple and looking up at me. “I want to be inside you.” He maneuvers his cock between my lips and pushes his head against my entrance, reaching with his other hand and gripping the back of my hair.

“Ja…Jason….” I moan, taking delight in how my body is twisting and arching for him, how his tongue circles my nipples and my pussy throbs at his touch. This man has me feeling feral, desperate, and in moments I slowly shed my desire to remain in control. I want everything he has to give me, and I want it now.

“Jason, please. Please…”

He releases my hair, giving me the freedom of movement I need to lift my hips off of him, just long enough for him to press himself into me.

I sink down, slowly feeling myself stretch to accommodate him as we both cry out together. Grabbing the headrest again, I fixate my gaze on him: the dark need for dominance that had possessed us moments before slowly dissolves as we stare at each other, our breathing in sync and our eyes glued on one another.

I begin to grind on him, the friction of him rocking inside me slowly building into waves of pleasure that send goosebumps down my arms. What started as a quick, hard fuck is melting into a sense of total transcendence. He was made for me, and I for him, and right now I can’t feel where I end and he begins.

Jason wraps his arms around me, holding me close as I continue to move back and forth, burying him as deep inside me as I can. We haven’t looked away from each other, not once, and while holding his gaze I lean in and give him the most gentle, delicate kiss I can muster. My lips press upon his gently, and with a small moan he deepens the kiss, tightening his arms on me.

The car is beginning to fog up, the smell of cologne and sex thickens the air as we move on each other. I pull my lips from his, looking down at him as he stares back. Usually I’m so good at reading people, but right now I’m seeing a look from Jason that I haven’t seen before. A softness, vulnerability, something that seems foreign to him. As I stare down at him, he smiles softly at me.

“Jesus, you’re amazing,” he says as he grips my ass and lifts me from his body, pulling out to the tip before slamming me back down on his cock.

I yell out, jarred from my trance as he moves his hands to my hips and repeats the motion.

“Jason…JASON, FUUCK!”

I arch back, feeling my head hit the glass of the windshield as I drape my torso along the dashboard.

“Goddamn, Princess, you look so good like that,” Jason growls as he runs a hand up my body, splaying his fingers across my chest and over my breasts. I continue to fuck him, lifting my hips and slamming down on him with a newfound sense of urgency, my orgasm building with every thrust.

He brings his hand back down, hiking my skirt up so that it’s fully around my waist, revealing me to him fully.

“Fuck, Eve,” he muses as he moves his hand inwards and rubs circles around my clit with his thumb, causing me to cry out. Every nerve is on fire, every muscle is screaming as I continue to work my hips on him, until I feel a rush of pleasure roll over me. Sliding off the dash, I sit up on him again and grind wildly, feeling his cock sliding against my g-spot over and over again. He keeps his hand on my clit–the motion continuous and perfect–and I swear I feel my soul leave my body.

“Oh god, Jason I’m gonna come!” I scream out as I wrap my arms around his neck, burying his face in my chest and pulling myself as close to him as I can.

“Then come for me, Princess...come for me…”

In seconds, I feel myself drench his lap as I come hard, my hips continuing to grind on him with lustful abandon. Jason removes his hand from between us and moves it to my back, sliding up under my dress to the nape of my neck before dragging his fingers down again. His nails bite into my skin and I yell out, searching wildly for the back of his seat. I grab on for dear life and swirl my hips downward. I don’t want to let him go. I want him, I want ALL of him, and with a loud moan I feel Jason’s cock stiffen as he comes.

The energy in the air is electric, the exchange of trust and passion wrapping around us like chains, binding us to each other. Jason grasps the top of my thighs and holds me on him, my body shaking as we both ride out the rest of our climax.

Once I feel him begin to soften inside me, I slow my hips to a stop. We sit there and hold each other, the sweat our faces mixing together as I bury my face in the crook of his neck. Silent. Still. Our chests move together as we tighten our embrace on each other.

“Jason?” I ask quietly, keeping my face nestled against him.

“Mmmm?” he replies, gently stroking my back and tracing the marks his nails had left only moments ago.

“...I think we’re fucked.”