“My goal? To get your dick hard every day.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep,” I reply.
“Relationship goals are good to have,” he says and parks the car.
Oh. We’re here.
I unbuckle my belt.
He comes around and as I’m hopping down, he grabs my ass. “You wait for me to open your door unless I’m dropping you at a curb, which is probably only happening when you go to work.”
“Okay. If I don’t, you’ll grab my butt like this?”
He looks down at me with a dark expression that has my heart pumping a little faster. “You the type who plans to be naughty to get my attention?”
“Mayyybe. If it’s something you like, of course… I wanna make your cock hard, not your life hard.”
He moves me sideways, closes the door and then puts me against the door.
Oh. What?
“And I want you to mess up my lipstick, not my mascara.”
He smiles. “What if I wanna mess up both?”
“You said you didn’t wanna make me cry.”
“I don’t. I have other ways of messing up your mascara, Violet.”
I purse my lips, deep in thought.
“You’ll have to give me a demonstration, I think.”
His hand slides up inside my dress, slipping into the back of my panties.
I’m wearing a black dress tonight. A sexy one that he bought me on that first shopping trip. With silver strappy shoes, also bought by him.
“Oh!” I gasp, surprised. There’s no one here, but this feels very naughty. I decide to tell him so.
“Mm,” he kisses my throat and leans into me and I feel the evidence of how the naughtiness has affected him.
“Killer’s awake,” I muse.
“Mm hm.”
“Are there any cameras down here?”
“Not in this corner.”
“You said underground garages have cameras everywhere.”
“Not this corner. Trust me?”
I bite my lip and reach for his erection.
We’re sandwiched between his SUV and a concrete wall. If anyone comes in, I’m pretty sure we’ll hear them before they see us. And we’re well-camouflaged.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He’s got a condom. Oh wow. We’re actually going to have sex in the underground parking garage. My eyes boing halfway out of their sockets. And it’s a good thing I’m drunk and riding the high of the past two days because I am so down for this.
A minute later, he’s gloved and fucking me against his car door. I’m not touching the ground; my legs are wrapped around him, and I’m trying to be quiet, using his shoulder to muffle my sounds, because a) This is hot, b) He feels good, c) I get louder when I’m tipsy during sex d) He’s rubbing my clit while he fucks me against the side of his car and f) What’s not hot about that?
Oh, I forgot e. Whatever.
I come, crying into his throat.
He coos at me, “Yeah, baby, fuck, you like that?”
“Oh yeah, I do,” I tell him and clamp tighter around him. He lets go of my clit and pounds his hips against mine. He does it so hard, I feel the side of his car buckle under the pressure.
Oh my God. We’re denting his expensive SUV.
Right as he roars out an orgasm, which sort of echoes in here, I hear a car coming.
“Eek,” I squeak and try to shrink into nothing.
He sets me on my feet, rights the back of my dress, and pulls the condom off, ties it in a knot, and sticks it into his pocket. He zips his pants and grabs my hand.
“Next up, we mess up that mascara. Upstairs, though,” he whispers.
“Oh. Okey dokey. I think we broke the car.”
“We’ll get a new one,” he says with a wink and I laugh.
He’s got sparkle in his eyes when we reach the elevator. As I reach to press the button, I catch my reflection in the mirrored finish and my cheeks are bright pink, my eyes are definitely showing that I’m tipsy, but I look happy. He looks happy, too.
I press that button as an older couple, dressed to the nines, comes in and greets us.
“Killian, hello there. How are you doing?” The older gentleman asks.
His wife smiles at me.
“Hello Arthur. Mrs. Ramsay. How are you both doing tonight?”
“Very well, thank you, Killian,” Mrs. Ramsay says, “Just back from a lovely gala.”
“Excellent,” Killian replies.
The man nods in my direction and then the four of us get onto the elevator.
“How are you this fine evening, young lady?” the man asks.
“This is Violet Gates, my girlfriend,” Killian says.
And I smile so big my face hurts. I can’t help it. “I’m fine, thank you. Nice to meet you,” I reach out and shake each of their hands.
“I love your curly hair,” Mrs. Ramsay says to me. “You have so much of it! I used to have lovely hair. It doesn’t stay so nice as you get older. ” She looks self-conscious as she pats at her short grey bob.
“Oh, I think your hairstyle suits you very well, Mrs. Ramsay,” I tell her. “And you have lovely eyes.”
She beams at me. “And you have a beautiful smile, Violet. A lovely name. I had a cousin named Violet.”
Her husband smiles. “Lovely name for a lovely lady.”
I smile big at him.
They get out on the seventh floor, saying goodnight to us. I wave at them.
The door closes and I ask, “Damn, did I seem drunk?”
Instead of answering me, Killian is kissing me passionately. He kind of just jumps me.
And I’m all-in.
He’s got me against the wall, holding my face, grinding into me and he’s already hard again.
I gasp at how much passion he’s kissing me with. He’s nibbling along my throat; he’s got my hair in his hand and he pulls it back a little roughly to attack my throat. This makes me groan out a supremely pleased gasp as he suckles my throat.
“You’re gonna give me a hickey,” I tell him.
“Damn right I am,” he mutters.
“I have dinner on Sunday with my family.”
He releases my neck and looks disappointed.
“Wanna come?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he says, and he gives me a gorgeous smile.
“You can gimme a hickey somewhere they won’t see it if you want,” I offer.
He laughs and grabs my hand and puts it to his mouth.
The elevator doors open, and he tugs my hand and then I’m up in his arms. He kisses me all the way to the door and then once we’re inside it and the alarm is disarmed, he pulls me into the kitchen and I trip and we go tumbling to the floor while ripping one another’s clothes off.
“I haven’t officially moved in yet. How come we’re having kitchen sex?”
“Officially moving in means kitchen counter sex. Kitchen floor sex is the prequel.”
55
Killian
She’s drunk and I’m drunk on her. I have no idea how dirty the sex will get when I’m drunk right along with her, but I can barely wait to find out.
She had fun tonight, and this makes me happy. Watching her let loose with her friends, but then be completely in tune with me when I entered the space she was in tonight was a great feeling. Our eyes meeting across the room, her stumbling through singing a song, hiding with shyness, not at the hundred and fifty people listening to her sing, but hiding from me.