Stirred (13 page)

He tore at my red, silk blouse. Buttons popped as he pushed it aside. Cool air rushed over the skin of my breasts. My nipples pebbled when the lacy material of my bra separated at the front hook and Daniel took one side into his blessedly warm mouth. His lips and tongue worked masterfully as his fingers kneaded the other, rolling the hardened flesh between his fingers in exquisite torture. I hummed in unfamiliar pleasure, unable to recognize this side of myself.

I laced my fingers through the silky threads of his hair and pulled him closer. My head tipped back against the metal barricade. Coherent thought fled as he grabbed my wrist and slid my hand to his cheek. After a delicious kiss to each fingertip, he slipped my hand to his chest, to his stomach, then pressed it against the massive bulge in his pants. His thick cock pulsed hot and ready through the worn fabric of his jeans. Instinct took over, and I squeezed the rock-hard shaft then rubbed my fingers down its considerable length.
Damn, could he really be that big?

My gaze snapped up to Daniel’s when he moaned, barely in control. Our hands prowled hungry flesh as we stared into the depths of the other’s desire. I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I reveled in the effect I was having over him physically, something I’d only experienced once, long ago with Jacob. And in that minute, just as I’d been last Friday in the bar’s restroom, I was immediately taken back two decades, to the yearning, safety, and excitement I had with my first love. I went soft with longing and rested my head against the fence behind me, the memory so intense, I purred.

Daniel seemed unwilling to let the moment go, and, as I gawked in ill-contained admiration, he yanked open his jeans and freed himself. Then he slipped his fingers under the flowy edge of my skirt and tore my delicate panties away, sliding his hands behind my ass and around my thighs, and lifting me up as he moved his hips beneath me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was allowing it to. But I couldn’t find the desire to stop. I wanted this. I needed it.

He boosted me higher with one hand. With the other, he directed his expansive tip between my legs. Hunger like I hadn’t felt in twenty years pounded through every square inch of my body. I dripped with expectation, so ready. He became instantly slick as he slid his broad apex inside me. My core quivered in both fear and anticipation, because Daniel was big. Massive. And it scared the shit out of me. His sheer size prevented him from slipping in entirely, but, as I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and leaned back against the fence, he shifted his hips and slowly hauled me down the length of him, inch by blessed inch.

I sucked in a harsh breath as I engulfed him, tight as a too-small glove, but my flesh was more forgiving, and expanded just enough for him to fully impale me, tip to hilt. Every muscle in Daniel’s virile, young body grew rigid. His battle to remain in control was written all over his gorgeous face, his mouth open and his eyes drawn in both agony and ecstasy.

This
was it.
This
was how it was supposed to be, supposed to feel.
This
was right, the way his body felt inside me, how mine felt around his. We shared an undeniable connection, an unmistakable pull. So strong. So urgent. Absolutely unrelenting.

I wrapped my arms around Daniel’s head and pulled him into my neck, settling fully onto his length with a moan. I held my breath as he reached farther inside me than any man ever. My body quivered, and ripples of pleasure coursed through me as I stretched to accommodate his considerable girth. He moved slowly at first, with small, gyrating circles that seated me to his root. I rocked against his hips, back and forth, side to side, reveling in the feel of him, how wide and deeply entrenched he was, the tip of him feeling as though it touched the back of my womb. My core pulsated in wave after wave of euphoria. Where once only our soft moans and labored breathing disturbed the quiet of the night, now, the ever-increasing whine and screeching of the chain-link grew loud as Daniel began to move against me, lifting and plunging while his thrusts drove me into the fence.

My paranoia exploded, even with all the sensations careening through me, but Daniel seemed oblivious.

“Shhh! Oh my God, it’s too loud, Daniel. Someone will hear us and come investigate. Stop…stop!” I begged, though I hardly wanted him to comply. But I batted at his shoulders anyway, until he realized how concerned I’d become.

He pulled my whole body close into his and stepped away from the fence and over to my little, black coupe, where he bent his knees and lowered me onto the front end. The sloping hood provided the perfect height and angle, and, as Daniel rested my bare ass onto the cold metal, he pulled my arms from his shoulders and gently pressed me back to lie down. He slipped my black sky-high Louboutins off one at a time—
clunk, clunk on the pavement
—then pulled my hips forward and spread my knees wide. Now fully exposed, I felt my flesh open and expand, like a blossoming rose captured in rapid time-lapse.

The bold act inflamed me beyond reason, because even though it was dark, the night sky shrouded in clouds, I knew he could see every inch of me as my petals unfurled and dilated, swelling full with an intense and pounding arousal. I felt his dark eyes lap at our connection, where his thick shaft penetrated my body, and his fingers probed my satiny fissure, spinning crazy circles around the tense bud within. I was a spinning top, teetering at warp-speed on a narrow axis as the auger drove deep. I couldn’t catch my breath. He hammered his massive cock into me while relentlessly drawing me closer toward release with the maddening manipulation of his fingers—around and around, back and forth, in and out, all at the same time!

“Oh my God, Daniel” I begged. “I can’t take it. I can’t!
Please!
”

But he was merciless, ruthlessly determined, and, as the moon glimmered through a small break in the clouds, I was drawn into the glowing light in his eyes, the intensity of his arousal barreling me heedlessly into complete and total rapture. When I got close, almost there, he’d back off, just enough to catch my breath. Then he’d start all over again, his fingers slicing through me, probing the tight ring of muscles in the back, then rubbing wild circles as he pumped me with a fervor and enthusiasm only someone so young could endure. And when I was there—at that blessed moment, standing at the very precipice of surrender, ready to erupt—he hiked my knees over his shoulders, lifted my hips, and pushed me to a whole new level of pleasure and pain, of divine euphoria so intense, I felt as if my body was ready to fracture into a million little sharp-edged pieces.

I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, and Daniel, in one swift but gentle movement, dropped my legs and gathered me into his embrace as we climaxed together, the spasms wreaking havoc on every muscle in my body, especially my core, which throbbed twice the rate of the heart thrashing inside my chest. My whole body tensed and thrummed in violent mayhem. Absolute chaos. Utter pandemonium. I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life, so acute, so powerful and all-encompassing. Overwhelming every sense, every emotion, every thought. I feared I might go crazy from the sheer magnitude of pleasure coursing through me.

The seconds ticked by, first one minute, then two, and all the while Daniel continued to hold me in a fierce embrace. But my body trembled regardless. At first, it was just from the act, from our lovemaking, from the most fulfilling release I’d ever experienced. But then Daniel eased me back down onto the hood, spread me wide again, and slowly slipped out, running both his fingers and the end of still-hard cock back and forth, front to rear, over and over, until his breathing calmed and his muscles relaxed. The waves in my core ebbed, and as my heart settled into a more comfortable rhythm, my conscience began to nag at me.

I tried to push it aside, to focus on the most amazing and daring thing I’d ever done in my whole forty-one-year existence on earth, but my sweat-drenched nakedness, exposed to the damp chill of the evening air, began to overwhelm me—my indecent position on the hood of my car, my blouse ripped half-open and my bra split wide at the center hook, my breasts free and bare, the tips hard and puckered.

I pulled my knees together and snapped my arms in tight to my chest as I tried to work the clasp at my bra. Daniel tucked himself away then leaned forward and pulled my blouse closed, fastening the few remaining buttons while I spread my skirt back down over my thighs. My naked backside still rested against the cool, metal hood. I pushed Daniel away and hopped down to search for the underwear he’d torn from my body in his excitement. I found them on the asphalt near my left front tire, though, after examining the silky, red fabric, I was dismayed to discover they were ripped on both sides. I’d be forced to drive home commando. My face stained a bright crimson at the thought. But my embarrassment was just the beginning.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—fucked some young grad student in a back alley, someone I’d only recently just met.

What the hell is wrong with me?

From there, my nerves took over, and I began to shake even harder, the tears only moments away from overwhelming me as guilt and shame enveloped me like a sandstorm. I felt smothered by it and could hardly catch my breath.

“Hey now,” Daniel spoke calmly, “there’s no reason to be upset. Everything’s okay.”

But I shook my head and held out my ruined panties.

He had the good grace to look embarrassed as he reached out and took the destroyed lingerie from my hand. “Ugh, shit, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”

But just the sight of my wrecked underwear in Daniel’s hands intensified my panic. How could I have been so careless, so utterly reckless? To break my wedding vows and have sex with a virtual stranger, and to do it outside where anyone could have discovered us, taken video then plastered it all over the Internet. The risk I’d taken was incomprehensible. He hadn’t even used a condom, for Christ’s sake. What in God’s name was I thinking?

Sensing my discomfort, Daniel tucked my panties into his pocket and approached me with his arms out, but I backed away. I snatched my newly-scuffed Louboutins from where Daniel had dropped them on the pavement and threw them inside my car. Then I faced Daniel from the open driver’s door.

“This is all my fault,” I explained. “My behavior...” I shook my head, embarrassed and at a loss for words. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was reacting. Hurt. I led you on, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

But Daniel disagreed with a grim shake of his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Eden. You seem to think this is all some kind of random, one-time hook-up, but it’s not. Nor is it about revenge. This—whatever it is we have between us—it’s real. There’s something here. You know it as well as I do. You can’t deny that.”

“But I’m married, Daniel. Married!
You
can’t deny
that
.”

He snapped a biting laugh. “What marriage, Eden? Your husband cheats on you, and with your best friend, no less. He obviously doesn’t love you, or even respect you for that matter. How could he, if he’d do something like that?” He closed the distance between us and held out his hand. “You’re a healthy, spirited woman, deserving of a man who will cherish you and bring you fulfillment, not betrayal and deceit. Not heartache.” He dropped his hand when he finally realized I wasn’t going to take it. “Don’t ignore this, Eden, whatever
it
is. Do you honestly think I’ve ever done with anyone else what I just did with you, here or back in the bar? It was reckless and fucking crazy!” he said with a huge smile and his arms stretched to the sky. “And I loved every damn minute of it. Every fucking second. But only because it was with
you
, Eden. You.”

I raised my palm to stop him. “I have to go. And you need to back off and let me.” I tucked myself into my car and closed the door, though, once I started the engine, I lowered my window. “I’m sorry, Daniel. Really. I shouldn’t have done this. But it’s over now, and I can’t ever see you again.”

Having said that, I backed out and turned to leave, but Daniel jogged a few steps and stood in front of my car with his hands on the hood.

“This isn’t over, Eden” he said, his brow knotted and his eyes intense. “Not now. Not like this.”

The first tears started running down my face, but I squared my shoulders and hardened my expression. “I won’t tear my family apart, not for some
kid
I barely know.”

That did the trick. I could see the hurt and anger blazing from his eyes, boring right through me. I hated having to do it. He didn’t deserve it. But now I had no choice. He had to see this had come to an end, before we became anymore involved and someone inevitably got hurt.

I backed up a little more and swerved around, coming to a stop next to him. “I’m sorry, Daniel, but…even though I obviously enjoyed what just happened, you’re just not…you’re not good for me. I wish you the best, though, okay? Goodbye, Daniel.”

And with that, I drove off, but not without one last glance in the rearview mirror. Daniel stood silhouetted in the dim moonlight, his hands on his hips, looking more determined than ever. And, God help me, I sighed, because, down deep inside, I didn’t want him to stop.