I didn’t give him a chance to respond. Because I charged right down that staircase and onto the street, leaving him to follow behind.
I took the laptop and treat bags from him, looping them around my arm, then waiting for him to climb on before I did as well. But this time, I didn’t wrap my arms around him. I didn’t rest my head on his back. I barely even touched him, holding my body as far back as possible, using my thighs to hold me in place, then just grabbing a couple handfuls of his leather cut for extra stability.
I could have sworn he let out a deep sigh before turning the bike over, but pretty soon the grumbling of the machine drowned anything out.
And we were off.
I was getting used to the bike. Was it my favorite thing ever? No. It was better when I got to hold onto Cary. But those days were behind us. I had to put some space between us. I was getting things mixed up in my head. Clearly, confusing his kindness for interest.
I mean, yes, we’d kissed.
But sometimes things like that just… happened. Right?
God, I was so freaking naive.
The sooner I got to be an actual free woman, the better. Because I clearly still had so much to learn not only about the world as a whole and myself as a person, but about relations between normal men and women.
My heart was firmly lodged up in my throat as we made our way across the lobby, knowing we were about to be trapped alone together for hours on end with this uncomfortable silence between us.
We climbed into the elevator and I pressed the button for our floor before moving to the corner away from him, keeping my gaze lowered because the mirrored wall in front of me would only show me the face of the man who hadn’t wanted to kiss me again, and my own reddened cheeks and embarrassed eyes.
“Fuck it,” Cary hissed under his breath.
My head snapped up in time to see him stab a finger into the stop button before he was suddenly turning and charging at me.
One hand went behind my head to soften the impact as he slammed me back into the wall.
His lips were on mine before I could even wrap my head around what was happening.
The other hand moved, grabbing the bags out of my hand, and dropping them down on the floor before that hand went down, grabbing my leg behind the knee, and hauling it up, wrapping it around his hip as he ground his pelvis into me, making me all-too-aware of his hardness pressing against the juncture of my thighs.
There was no reasoning with my body at that moment.
My arms lifted, wrapping around the back of his neck, crushing our bodies together even as my hips started to do these small, rolling motions against his hardness. The sensation had need coursing through my body, that same throbbing pressure in my lower stomach, the tightness in my chest, the almost uncomfortable awareness of the emptiness between my thighs.
I’d felt hints of this before. In the early days of a budding relationship.
But nothing quite as intense as what I was feeling with Cary.
It was like my mind had become mush and my body was controlling everything.
My fingertips dug into the skin at the back of Cary’s neck as his fingers slipped into my hair at the nape of my neck, curling, then twisting just to the point of the pain, making my head turn to ease the sting.
His lips slid from mine, going down my cheek, my jaw, then my neck. The softness of his lips and the scratchiness of his beard created this foreign, intense sensation that sent a shiver through my body.
But this time, instead of making him turn away from me, Cary let out a low, growling sound that made my sex clench hard.
His hands started to roam then, sliding up my sides, over my ribs, then closing around the swells of my breasts, making me immediately regret the thick material of my sweater I’d put on.
His lips sealed over mine again, though, as his hands slipped back down, creeping up under the hem of my shirt, then gently snaking upward. His fingertips teased over the skin of my belly before his palms closed over my breasts again, this time without the barrier.
My nipples hardened against his palms as his tongue toyed with mine, as his hips pressed against me again.
My body felt completely overwhelmed, unable to process all the sensations at once, bouncing instead between each pleasure point at a breakneck pace.
Cary’s thumbs and forefingers found my nipples, rolling them between, each time gaining in pressure until my back was arching, pressing my breasts against his touch as a low moan escaped me, the sound muffled by his lips.
He pulled back at it, though, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, then doing another roll with a bit more pressure, watching me as my lips fell open and my breath caught.
I was too wrapped up in sensations for things like uncertainty, like insecurity, to set in.
All I knew was the desire pinging off of every nerve ending. And the fact that I needed more.
“More,” I whispered, arching deeper into his touch.
At that, Cary’s eyes shut for one long second, almost like he was looking for strength.
Then, suddenly, his hands left me to hold my shirt up as he bent down, sucking one of my nipples into his warm mouth, making a whimper escape me as my hand grabbed the back of his head, holding him against me as his tongue started to work circles around the hardened bud.
Warmth washed over my system as I let my head fall back against the wall, my eyes slitting shut so I could fully focus on the sensations as his tongue circled, his lips sucked, his teeth nipped. Over and over until my skin felt too sensitive for more, then knowing to move across my chest to continue the torment with my other breast.
It wasn’t until I felt his lips shift between my breasts and start moving downward that my eyes flew open, watching as his hands left my shirt and drifted down to the front of my pants, working my button and zipper free.
I don’t think I was even fully putting the pieces together as I watched Cary go down on his knees in front of me as his hands started to draw my pants and panties downward. I was just lost in the moment, completely at his mercy.
But then I was stepping out of my pants, and Cary was grabbing my leg and draping it over his shoulder.
Just a second before I felt his mouth between my thighs.
The shock of the sensation had my entire body jolting hard, a movement that had Cary’s eyes opening as he looked up at me, maybe trying to gauge my reaction even as his tongue found my clit and started to circle it.
I’d been touched, sure, but this, well, this was something entirely new for me. Because this was pure selflessness, and I’d never known that in a supposed “partner” before.
There was a moment of uncertainty, of stunned disbelief. But it wasn’t long before the sensations took over, flooding me with this sense of urgency, this need that had to be fulfilled or I was sure I was going to burst.
My hips rocked against him, seeking more of the sensation, trying to get closer to that edge I felt like I was teetering on.
Cary’s hand slid between us, two of his fingers tapping at the entrance of my body for a long moment before slowly sliding inside, and thrusting lazily as his mouth continued to work my clit.
Inside me, his fingers turned, then started to stroke against my top wall, creating a new sensation, something just as needy, just as overwhelming.
“Cary…” I whimpered as my hands grabbed at him, dug in, feeling like I was being swept away, and not entirely sure that felt safe.
But then his lips sucked hard and his fingers stroked, and the pleasure slammed through my system, stealing my voice, leaving me gasping for breath as the waves kept crashing and crashing, making me feel completely out of control of my body as my thighs shook, as I half-folded forward over him.