Page 108 of Who's Loving You
“That’s right! I can’t wait to have you back in the suite. Now you go have some fun and Nic,” Monty calls. “No pictures, got it?”
With a crooked smile he says, “Only ones for my private album.”
My face burns bright red and I want to crawl under a rug and die. Before I can think too much of it, we’re out the door and searching for the attendant. “Dammit. It’s going to take forever for them to get my car.”
Nic paces and pulls me with him, my heels clipping against the travertine tiles. “It’s okay. We can wait,” I assure him.
“No. We cannot.” He sees a guy jogging our way but still too far away for him. He scoops me up and I yelp. “The red Urus. Where’d you park it?” The kid looks confused and moves his head side to side as if Nic could be talking to someone else. “You. Where is it?”
“Oh. Um, it’s behind the carriage house. If you give me ten minutes, I can bring it right around.”
“No time. Gimme the keys.” The kid fumbles with the locked door where the guests keys are stored and finds the ones matching the tag Nic gives him.
When he finds them, Nic snatches them out of his hand and throws me over his shoulder.
“NIC! Put me down!” I bop up and down when he begins to run across the vast property. “Oh my god, you’re going to drop me.”
“Never. I’d drop the perfect pass before I ever let you touch the ground. Just hold on tight and we’ll be there in a minute.”
He moves like I weigh as much as a football and I must admit, it makes me all wet and tingly to be the object of his caveman behavior.
We reach the building that must be the carriage house and scan the rows of cars for the bright red car amongst the other vehicles that cost more than people’s annual salary.
“There,” I grunt, his shoulder still cutting off some of my air from where it presses into my stomach.
He moves so fast I don’t think his feet touch the ground. I’m pretty sure he even hurdles over a bush to get there sooner. And when we do, he sets me gently on my feet and throws the passenger door open. But instead of me sitting down, he takes the seat and pulls me in and shuts the door behind us.
“What are you doing?” I blink as my eyes adjust to the new darkness that surrounds us.
“Do you really have to ask? I’m not waiting until we get home.”
The fabric of my dress is stretched to its limit with how I straddle his lap. Nic pats all my sides and back until he finds the zipper of my dress. He tugs on it but he isn’t going to get anywhere with it. Lucy practically sewed me into this and it’s going to take more than a little jerk to get me out of it.
“Oh my god, Val. I swear, if you can’t get out of this dress, I’m going to shred it with my bare hands.”
“No! It’s Cristallini. Donotshred anything. Give me a second.”
“I don’t care who the fuck Cristallini is, you’ve got ten seconds before it becomes a rag.”
I push up on my knees, crouched uncomfortably with my head touching the roof, and gather the dress up and over my hips. At the same time, Nic is unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper.
He grips his dick and takes it out while simultaneously pushing my panties to the side. With my hands still cloaked in velvet, I rest them on his shoulders and sink down onto his hard cock. We both groan like it’s the first taste of temptation.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he declares, his words sounding like a promise.
My hips roll, his hands on my ass, and ride him nice and slow. “I missed you, too.”
The cold that swirled now turns hot and humid, the windows beginning to fog from our exertion. The sounds of desire fill the air and I rise up and down, long deep strokes that make me see stars.
I move faster and frantic, racing towards the blissful finish we both chase. “That sweet, tight cunt missed me too. Look at how greedily it milks me. You want me to come, baby?” I nod, too lost to speak. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so bad I want to drink you down and live off of it for days.” I clamp my teeth onto his earlobe then flick it with my tongue. “Now be a good boy and fuck me harder.”
He digs his fingertips into my tender flesh and thrusts his hips, pistoning violently and rocking the car.
“No one will ever fuck you like me. You’ll never be loved by anyone else but me. And if one dares to try, you better be okay with conjugal visits because I’ll kill any man who lays a finger on you.”
My body trembles with delight at this delicious man and his claim on me. I’ve always been the one to hold strong and stay level headed. If a guy I dated ever said I was his, it was grounds for immediate breakup. But something about the way Nic says it has me wanting to throw my rule book out the window and give him everything.