15
Alex
“What changed your mind?” Charlie’s sultry voice caused my eyes to look out their peripheral. Any excuse to take her in, even if it meant nearly driving off the road.
“I never leave a woman in a restaurant by herself,” I told her. “I just needed some space, Charlie. I need you to know how amazing you are. If I’m being honest, I drove around the block so you wouldn’t think I was bluffing, parked in a different spot, and watched you. Not in a creepy way, but in a way where I wanted to make sure you got your ride and you were safe. When I saw that guy touch your thigh, I wanted to beat the shit out of him.”
“But you didn’t come in the second that guy showed up,” she pointed out, giving me a look. It was subtle, patient. Waiting.
“I’m not going to be the guy that saves you,” I told her. I rolled the car to a stop before making a left at the light. “You don’t need to be saved. You can handle yourself. When I saw that the guy wasn’t going to take no for an answer, that’s when I decided to intervene.”
She nodded her head. “Usually guys like to speak for me, take care of me, that sort of thing,” she mumbled. “You don’t do any of that.”
I felt my face pale as I pulled in front of the winery. It was dark now, the only car in the small lot her own.
“I don’t think that’s what women want,” I admitted. “I mean they do. But I think more than anything, they want to be trusted, that they’re capable of handling themselves, making decisions. If you need me, you’ll ask. I trust that you know yourself well enough that you’ll ask. You aren’t the type to play games.”
She stared at me for a long moment. I didn’t know if I said the right words or if I completely fucked this up. I knew women - girls, usually - liked to hear that men would protect them and they would get incredibly overprotective because they didn’t think their women were capable of making a decision or talking to a man without assistance. I wasn’t one of those guys. I wasn’t the type to get jealous and I wasn’t going to impose myself and pretend being an asshole equated to me caring. I wasn’t going to apologize for what I said. If she didn’t want me, fine, but I hoped she did.
Without warning, she lunged at me, her lithe body jumping over the center console and grabbed my face with her hands. She placed her lips on mine passionately, sneaking her tongue inside my mouth without preamble. Her fingers tugged at my hair and before I knew what was happening, she managed to kick her shoes off and straddle my lap. I knew she could feel my hardness because she made sure to grind against it.
I moaned, causing my mouth to open even further.
She took advantage of me in the best way.
“Do you want to go inside?” I asked. My voice was hoarse, breathless. I was pressing against the seam of my pants painfully. I had to be inside of her, I had to explore her body and bury myself as far as I could go. I needed her. I needed her more than I needed anyone.
“No,” she said. Her voice was husky, those blue eyes filled with lust. “I’d rather just take you right here.”
Who the hell was I to refuse?
I nodded my head, but I didn’t think I needed to. I didn’t know when I stopped nodding or how she ended up removing my shirt. It didn’t matter. Her hands raked my body. I knew I had marks all over my skin. I didn’t care. She could do whatever she wanted with me and I would drop to my knees and worship her body.
With expert hands, she reached between us and undid the button. Somehow, she pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I nearly lost myself in her hand. I let out a guttural growl, my grip on her hips tightening.
I loved how in control she was, how vulnerable I felt. I felt every stroke, every inch of skin she covered with her hand.
My eyes rolled shut. I could feel her shifting on top, pulling her underwear to the side before she impaled herself on my shaft. She was so wet, so tight. I felt compelled to crack my eyes open, to try and watch her, but I couldn’t. My toes curled. I needed to control my thoughts, afraid to let go too soon and really embarrass myself in front of her.
She started moving, slowly at first, up and down my shaft. Her hands gripped my shoulders for leverage. The warmth of her body surrounded me. I wanted to take this slow. I wanted our first time to be in a bed where we could go slow and long and I could take my time and devour her. I wanted to kiss her every which way all over her skin, but that didn’t happen. Instead, we were in my car in front of her winery in the dark, where anyone could stumble upon us. It was exquisite, this feeling, and as much as I wanted this to last, I could feel myself start to build up. I felt her breathing hitch. She was going to cum. I would not go first. I would not do something so juvenile.
She let out a scream, her eyes closed, and I made sure to keep my eyes on her beautiful body as she spasmed all around my cock. I couldn’t keep myself from holding back any longer and I released deep inside of her. I tried warning her beforehand, but it came too quick, surprising me. She didn’t seem to mind either way, however, and she continued to ride me until my hands gripped her hips to stop because it was too sensitive for me to continue.
“Well then,” I murmured, not sure what to say. Not sure I could say anything.
“Follow me inside,” she demanded. “I’m not done with you.”
I grinned. “Yes ma’am.”