I’m hard when I think about this being against her body and I glance around again just to make sure I’m alone. Sitting here in the dark with my cock aching, I wonder if I could just get a little relief. I didn’t have time to earlier with how quickly she left, and then I was trying to figure out where she went.
I slide my hand down the inside of my thigh and tug on my cock over my slacks. I clench my teeth with how excited I am, and I want to jack off. I want to jack off in her car while smelling her sweater and surrounded by her things. It’s the only way I’ll ease this ache because if I go into that party right this second I won’t be able to control myself. I also won’t be able to hide this tent in the front of my suit and the growing wet spot.
Once more I look around and see nothing but darkness as I unzip my pants. It’s so quiet the zipper echoes in the car, but I’m too hard, too horny to care.
I’ve never been so out of control before, and never has a woman turned my head like this. Eve Tinsel has struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover. The way she speaks, the way one side of her lips curls when she smiles, and the tiny freckle under her eye that I’m desperate to kiss are driving me mad. When she touches me, it’s like fire, and I don’t want to ease that ache. I want to throw gasoline on it and burn up with her love because I am so beyond desperate for it.
My cock is out, and I hold it in my hand, feeling the beat of my pulse in it. I bring her sweater to my face and inhale as I squeeze the hard length at the same time. I groan, looking down to see a small bag on the seat next to me. Inside is a bottle of lotion, and I groan thankfully and take it out.
When I open the bottle, the scent of vanilla and cake fills the car, and I lick my lips wondering if this is what her pussy tastes like. I squirt some in my hand and then quickly toss the bottle back in the bag before I begin to jack off. There’s no finesse or foreplay, I just go straight to my cock that’s jutting up from between my legs. Its tip is glistening with need, and I squeeze tight as my hand moves fast. Faster, faster, I stroke myself, needing to hit that high. I shove the sweater against my open mouth and breathe deep as I imagine her in front of me, legs spread and knees up. I think of her pink petals and what they’ll feel like on my tongue and how I want to eat her ass.
I grunt, but my cock responds faster than I do, and I spurt cum on her steering wheel. It catches me off guard and without thinking I shove the sweater over my cock and pump my release into it. It’s soft and cushioned as I thrust my hips up. It’s too late to stop now, and I couldn’t if I tried.
My head falls back on the headrest of the seat, and I close my eyes as a wave of bliss rolls over me. I only enjoy it for a second before my cock twitches again, demanding another. I want to do it again, but it’s enough to curb the edge for now, and I need to get inside. I stare at the steering wheel and use the sweater to wipe it up as best as I can. Once I’m done I contemplate taking the sweater and keeping it, but I have nowhere to put it. There’s also a dark part of me that wants her to have something of me with her, and although that may be fucked up, I’m not able to control myself when it comes to Eve.
I glance at myself in the rearview mirror and see how dark my eyes appear. Yes, this is crazy. I’ve broken into Eve’s car, jacked off on her sweater, and left it for her as a gift. I know that this isn’t exactly normal, but my need for her is overriding all of that.
Once I’ve cleaned up and put my cock away, I slip out of her car and down the long driveway toward the house. When I get inside, the place is packed, so I grab a drink from the waiter passing in front of me and move along the edges of the party. There’s a fair amount of people I know, but we don’t always run in the same circles enough for me to have been invited. This looks like a party for real estate investors, and I don’t dabble in land anymore. My investments are based on the market.
“Dasher Sleigh, I didn’t know you’d grace us with your presence tonight,” Penelope Cleveland says as she blocks my path.
“Just saying hello to a friend.” I nod, trying to move past her, but she side-steps me. I catch a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye and I crane my neck to see Eve speaking to someone. “If you’ll excuse me…”
“One second.” Penelope grabs my arm, and I stare down at it like a snake has bitten me. “I was hoping to get to talk to you. We’ve got a party tomorrow night at Rich’s house.” When my face is blank, she smiles. “It’s for charity. I’d love for you to come as my date.”
I open my mouth to tell her no, but then I remember Eve mentioning doing an event at Rich’s house. That asshole definitely didn’t invite me, and it might be my only way in.
“I’ll have my assistant set something up,” I say, and it’s enough for Penelope to move out of my way.
“Speak to you soon,” she calls from behind me, but I ignore her.
I’m scanning the room quickly again, and it takes a second before I find Eve. She’s off to the side talking with a man that’s leaning in close to her. I don’t like the proximity, and as I move closer, I see her smile is tight and her hands are clenched in front of her like she’s uncomfortable.
Sneaking around the room, I get closer, and eventually I’m only a few feet away. I pretend to sip my wine and glance out the window as I listen to her conversation.
“Party planning must be a lot of fun,” the guy says, and there’s something about his tone that grates my nerves.
“It is. I should probably get back to the event.” Eve sounds like she’s trying to break off the conversation, but the guy isn’t picking up on it.
“I have a party coming up and I could use a soft touch,” he says, and I glance back to see him leaning closer. “You look like you’ve got something soft under there.”
I squeeze my now empty glass so hard it shatters in my hand, and I place it on the table beside me. A quick glance down lets me know I’ve cut my fingers in a couple of places, but I can’t feel a thing.
“I-I’m…uh,” Eve stammers, and I’ve had enough.
“Hey baby, I found you,” I say warmly as I slide behind Eve and wrap my arm around her waist. I pull her back to my front and lean in to kiss her neck, all while never breaking eye contact with the asshole. “Who’s your new friend?”
Eve takes a deep breath, and I feel her sigh and relax against me. My cock is still hungry, and he stirs against her ass, but I ignore it. Right now I just need to make sure she’s safe.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I caught your name. What was it?” Eve asks the guy, but he’s already taking a step back after I glare at him.
“Would you look at the time?” The guy glances at his wrist, where there’s no watch, and then he’s gone.
Eve lets out a small laugh as she leans against me, and I tighten my hold. I’m in no hurry to let her go now that I’ve got her close. After a long pause, she turns in my arms, but still I don’t release her waist. It’s like I’ve got to shield her from every potential asshole because she’s mine. She just doesn't know it yet.
“Thank you,” she says softly and bites her bottom lip.
“I’m glad I could help.” When I bring my other hand up to brush her hair out of her face, I see the blood dripping on my fingers.