“I really hope you’re not being literal,” I comment dryly.
Steph doesn’t stick around for long after that. She gets this look on her face when she’s tipsy and needing to get laid. I wish I didn’t know what that look was but I’ve seen it too often when she’s thinking about Linden.
I’m about ten minutes from finishing my shift when I get a text from Bram.
Are you still at work?
I can’t help but get a giddy little thrill just from a simple text. I feel like I’m in high school again.
Yup, just about to finish though.
I’ll come get you. I can’t wait any longer. Been thinking about you all day.
Now I’m grinning ear to ear. I’d forgotten what fun it was to flirt via text.
All right, if you want to.
See you soon.
It’s not long until I’m stepping out into the mist, bringing my jacket around me closely, while Bram pulls up in his Mercedes.
“Get in, beautiful,” he tells me after putting down his window. He looks so dapper in his suit, I almost have to pinch myself that he’s here to get me.
I slide on into the Mercedes. “Brrrr it’s cold out,” I say, rubbing on my arms.
He leans over and flicks on the heat. “You know, you’d think growing up in Scotland, the drizzliest, dampest, wet crotch of all places would have prepared me for San Francisco but I don’t know how you people do it. Your seasons make no sense.”
“Tell me about,” I say, still feeling the chill. Wearing a skirt doesn’t help but he puts his broad, warm hand on my thigh and presses down.
“You’re cold as ice,” he notes. “You should have had a few shots of Scotch while you were waiting for me.”
I tell him I wasn’t waiting long. Then the car pulls off of Van Ness Avenue and starts heading toward Golden Gate Park. “Where are we going?”
He doesn’t say anything. I look over at him and he’s grinning in the dark and his hand is sliding further up my thighs.
I squirm as the hairs on his arm tickle my sensitive skin. At the same time I can’t help but part my legs, wanting to give him easier access.
“Where are we going?” I ask again, my breath hitching as his fingers push aside my panties and slink their way between my folds. I know I’m wet already. My body gives this man the most immediate reaction. Even the way he says “fuck” gets me going.
“I’m going to take you for a little ride,” he says. There’s a husky undertone to his voice that drives the message home.
This is all still so new to me. I try not to dwell on my insecurities – does my breath stink after that shift, am I wearing a matching bra and underwear, am I going to be any good? The car revs, the vibrations going right through me and I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.
I’m actually close to coming – his fingers have skill and my body has no patience, not with him – but he brings the car to the side of the road going through the park. In any other circumstances I’d think he brought me here to murder me. Or I would have been afraid of the riff raff and secret society that breeds in the park after dark. But I know Bram won’t hurt me and I know I’m safe pretty much anywhere with him. He knows how to take care of himself pretty well.
“This is a bit creepy,” I still say to him. “Great place to hide a body.”
“Great place to shag a body,” he says, turning the car and the lights off until we’re enveloped in near darkness, and twisting in his seat. I hear his seatbelt come undone. “I’m not taking any chances after what happened in IKEA. Now, I’m getting in the backseat and you’re going to get in right after.”
I don’t make any attempt to argue. He gets out of his seat and walks to the back. He opens the door and sits down, undoing his belt and zipper. In the dim light from a nearby streetlamp I can see the length of his hard cock as he takes it out.
Jesus. He’s just fucking ready for this at any time.
“Are you going to get back here and suck me off or what?”
Wow. Okay. First the cock makes an appearance, then his filthy mouth.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Even though it’s fun, it’s still nerve-wracking. I feel so silly playing the role of the sexy minx and it’s apparent that’s exactly what he wants from me.
I open the passenger door, get out into the cold air and then open the back one. I’m about to step inside when he says, “Strip.”
“What?” I say peering into the car at him. His eyes gleam with desire and control.
“I said, strip. Take it all off, now. Then get in the car and put my cock in your mouth.”
I blink. I can’t tell if he’s role-playing or not, but he sounds dark and commanding and not at all the happy, grinning Bram that had picked me up. To be honest, it makes my nerves stand on edge.
“Bram,” I tell him.
“Do as I say.”
I sigh and then start to take off my jacket.
“Slowly,” he says.
“It’s freezing out.”
“Do it slowly,” he grinds out. “And I promise to take it slowly with you.”
Well, at least I can’t turn my nose up at the reward.
So I slowly remove my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor of the backseat. Then my tank top until I’m just in my bra.
“Gorgeous tits.” He nearly growls. “Jeans next.”
I take off my boots and socks, then slide down my jeans until I’m just in my bra and panties, standing by the side of the road. No one has driven by yet but that doesn’t mean they won’t. The air is nipping at my skin, making it buzz and the grass underneath my feet is cool and wet. I feel like I’m slowly becoming alive again.
Then I look down. My bra and underwear do not match whatsoever. You would think I would have remembered the cardinal rule I used to follow when I was younger – when sleeping with a guy, always make sure your bra and underwear match. That and always carry mints or gum on you, don’t wear too sticky lip gloss and make sure you exfoliate every inch of you, even when you don’t think you’ll get lucky because those are usually the days that you do.
“You’re a damn goddess, you know that?” he says. His voice is so rich and deep, it could command me to go streaking down the road right now and I’d probably do that. “Remove your bra.”
I reach behind me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them, making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending a hand in turning me on.
“Now, your knickers,” he says.
I slide them down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the time.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car. Slowly.”
It’s good timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.
“They’re gone. Get your fine arse in here.”
I slide on in, the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room. Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip and for some reason it makes my mouth water.
He rubs his thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans back, holding his cock tight around the base.
“Just lick,” he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend you’re molasses.”
I get as comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge. He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.