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His Property by R.R. Banks (160)

Chapter Two

 

Gwendolyn

 

Oh, what the fuck am I doing?

Who gets in the car with a stranger ten minutes after meeting them in a bar?

My eyes scanned across the car toward the man who was driving at breakneck speed down the street toward his hotel. At least, I hoped that it was actually his hotel. For all I knew this could be the beginning of a breaking news special just waiting to happen. He glanced over at me.

Ethan? Is that the name he gave me?

I had been the one who had set the precedent of us not saying our real names, now I was questioning whether this was actually one of the best of the plans I had come up with in my life. He looked over at me and gave the hint of a smile. He was so sexy I felt like the scrap of silk I was considering panties for the evening was going to melt. He was exactly why I had come all the way out here from Silver Lake. I wasn't usually the type of person who would be sitting in the front seat of a stranger's car waiting to see where we ended up, knowing full well what was going to happen when the car stopped. I was the quiet one. The conscientious one. The one who had once been known to run a background check on a blind date that I had been set up on.

And yet here I was wearing the outfit I had bought for my best friend's bachelorette party two years before, with my boobs jacked to Jesus and heels an inch away from qualifying as stilts, riding into the middle of the night with a man whose name I didn't even know.

Ethan? Why did he choose Ethan? He didn't look like an Ethan. He was far too hot for that. He was a…. Fabian. Francois. Filipe. Something vaguely exotic that would make him even more inaccessible than he already seemed.

But this is exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed right now. This is exactly why I had put on this outfit and driven the 45 minutes to find the bar where I had been sitting when he came in. I had to come out this far to find the release, the night of fun that I felt that I owed myself. I had absolutely no intention of finding someone who I'd want to see again. I had no interest in any type of relationship. Though it has been more than a year, my heart still felt raw, as though it was still recovering from the bitter, brutal break up that left me wary of attention from anyone. That didn't mean, though, that I didn't crave at least some attention. It didn't mean that I didn't still think about the touch of someone's hand or the taste of someone's lips. Being from Silver Lake though, meant that any decision that I made might as well be broadcast on the morning news. Sometimes it seemed as though everything that I did was part of the grapevine before I even did it. Considering I had just started my first-year teaching at the high school a few weeks before, the last thing I really needed was to start building a bad reputation.

I just wanted some fun. I just wanted one night where I didn't have to think about anything but myself and relieving the tension I had been feeling for months. Now as Ethan reached across the car and I felt his fingers touch the inside of my thigh, any hesitation that I might have been feeling melted away. His kiss was burned into the back of my mind and I was aching for more of his touch. I felt my thighs part slightly, inviting him to touch me further. His fingertips ran up my black thigh highs to the bands that held them in place, and then further until they touched my sensitive, vulnerable skin. He traced the edge of the band until his fingertips, reached the clasp of my garter and I heard him let out a groan. I leaned toward him and pressed my lips to the side of his neck. I could feel his pulse beneath his hot skin and I flicked the tip of my tongue across it. His fingertips tightened on my skin in response to the touch and I felt a sense of relief as the car turned and I realized that we were finally in the hotel parking lot. I unhooked my seat belt as he came around the side and opened the door for me. He offered me his hand and I took it, feeling him pull me up out of the car and press my back against it. His mouth crushed down on mine as he leaned me back against the car; his lips moving across mine aggressively and our tongues tangling. He kissed me until I felt breathless and my mind was spinning. When he finally took his mouth from me we took a few steps toward the back of the car and then he turned, grabbing me by my hips and picked me up to sit me on the trunk. He pushed my knees apart so that my skirt bunched at the top of my thighs and stepped between them. One hand pressed against the small of my back pulling me up close against him while the other dug into my hair to hold my head steady as he kissed me again. I could feel the delicious pressure of his hardening erection and my hips rocked against it almost involuntarily.

We were parked under a streetlight in the parking lot, in full view of anyone who might be looking out of the windows of the hotel, but I didn't care. If he had wanted to pull my panties aside and take me right there, I would have let him. Instead, he picked me up again, put me on my feet and led me into the hotel. He pushed the button on the elevator and as soon as the doors opened, he gave me a gentle push inside. The doors weren't even closed yet when he pushed me up against the wall and flattened his body up against mine. His mouth came to my neck and he kissed his way down to the swells of my breasts. One hand ran down the side of my thigh and lifted my leg so that it was up at his hip, forcing my skirt up nearly to my hips again and allowing me to feel the bulge of his cock against my damp panties. I gasped as a nudge of his hips sent a shock of sensation through me and grasped at his shoulders. I couldn't decide if I was excited or disappointed when the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open on his floor.

Ethan stepped back from me and took me by the front of my shirt, pulling me out of the elevator and down the hallway. I was teetering on my heels and barely keeping up with him, but when I stumbled, I ended up in his arms, which is exactly where I wanted to be. I kissed along the side of his neck and nibbled at his earlobe as he pulled the key to the door out of his pocket and inserted it into the slot. The little light flashed a judgmental red and I laughed at the stream of obscenities that spilled from his mouth as he shook the door and jiggled the key. I stepped around behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and running my hands up his belly and onto his chest. I could feel his chiseled muscles through his shirt and my thighs grew damp and hot. I molded my body to his back, bringing my hands back down his chest and belly and onto his belt as he continued to fight with the key.

"I hate these fucking things," he said.

As if his scathing comment was enough to hurt the card-shaped key's feelings, the little green light finally illuminated, and the door popped open beneath Ethan's hand. I held onto him, letting him pull me along with him as he stepped into the room and slammed the door behind him, immediately pressing me to the door and covering me with his body again. His size engulfed me, and I felt fully enveloped by his presence. I felt him stepping out of his shoes and I followed suit. The loss of the height from my heels brought me down so that he had to lean down to continue kissing me. This brought the heat of his body away from me and I felt a flicker of disappointment. Soon, though, I realized that the step back that he took gave me just enough space to reach between us and release his belt. As I tugged the end of the leather out of the buckle, Ethan pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor beside us. He then reached for the ties on the back of my top and loosened them with his eager fingers. The tight top fell away from my body and I wriggled out of it so that it slid down my arms and dropped to the floor. The cool air of the room touched my breasts and nipples, already hardened by the touch of Ethan's hands and mouth, tightening them further.

His head dipped down and caught one of them in his mouth, sucking as he ran his hand down my back to reach the zipper on the back of my skirt. I had managed to unbutton and unzip his pants, but they were still up as he guided the zipper down and pushed my skirt down my hips so that it slid down my legs and pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and reached for his pants again. He shook his head, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist and yanking me up against him to kiss me again. I looped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as I rose up onto the balls of my feet to close our height difference as much as possible. He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing the heat of my core to cradle his engorged cock through the fabric of his trunks. I hated that he was still dressed. I wanted every inch of his skin against mine. The tension that I had been feeling had only increased since I saw him and now I felt like I was going to burst with need and anticipation.

Ethan carried me over to the bed and tossed me onto it. I bounced and then scooted back a few inches. I watched as he stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at me, his eyes burning into mine. Without undressing any further, he climbed up onto the bed and crawled forward, capturing my mouth again and pushing me back onto the pillows with the force of his kiss. He took his mouth from mine and kissed his way down my neck and onto my collarbones. His mouth ran across each, then settled above the soft spot between them, the tip coming out to flick across my pulse there. He kissed down the center of my chest and onto my belly, making his way toward my hips and pausing only to dip his tongue into my navel. I gasped at the feeling of his warm breath shivering along my skin and my belly trembled with anticipation and growing need. His mouth continued its path down my stomach until it was at the waistband of my panties. He followed it with a brush of his lips and then slipped his tongue under it to lick from hip bone to hip bone. I arched slightly, trying to encourage his attention lower. My thighs opened, and I hooked my thumbs into my panties, wanting to peel them off and be completely accessible to him.

He pushed my hands away and I felt his mouth close over my core, his hot breath seeping through my panties and sending another bolt of need through me. He breathed in, sucking my clit into his mouth and teasing it through the fabric with the tip of his tongue. I whimpered, biting my bottom lip to try to control myself. My hands found his back and I gripped it tightly, avoiding leaving scratch marks, but pressing my fingers deeply enough into his muscles that he would know the intensity of my desire for him. One hand came to my knee and he traced it up the inside of my thigh. His fingertip slipped beneath the edge of my panties and pulled it to the side. I could finally feel the air on my wet core and I lifted my hips slightly toward his mouth.

This time he took my invitation. His tongue slid up through my petals and I cried out at the intensity of the sensation that rocked through me. He didn't pause or even hesitate. Instead, it seemed that my reaction only pushed him further and soon his tongue was roving over me, delving into every delicate, intimate curve and dip, and finally slipping fully inside me. I felt my body release a new wave of hot fluids into his mouth, readying for him. He ran his hand over my belly, resting on my pelvic bone and turning so that he could massage into my clit with the pad of his thumb. He used the other hand to pull the crotch of my panties aside further so that he had even more access to the rest of my body. He moaned slightly as he lapped me up as if relishing the taste of me on his tongue. The thought was even more erotic, and I drew my knees up slightly to open myself up further.

My body was overcome with the sensations he was creating, and I could feel the delicious, delirious pressure of a powerful orgasm building through me. Just as I thought that I was going to topple over the edge, he pulled his mouth away from me and pushed back. I opened my eyes, my mouth falling open to protest, and saw that he was finally shucking his pants. He pushed his trunks off his hips and a thick, mouthwatering cock sprang out toward me. He climbed up onto the bed, moving until he straddled my stomach. He propped one leg up on his foot, so he sat on one knee and reached down to slip his hand behind my head. I knew exactly what he wanted and was more than happy to oblige. He lifted my head and I supported myself on my elbows as I licked up along the underside of his cock, pausing to create tight circles with just the tip on the bundle of sensitive nerves just under the head. He gave a deep groan and tightened his grip on the back of my head. I lifted up higher and opened my mouth, allowing him to push his hips forward and sink fully in across my tongue.

I closed my mouth around his delectable length and sucked him deep toward my throat. That one stroke was enough to fuel him as he held tightly to my head, thrusting his hips so that my mouth ran along him at a fast, smooth pace. He grunted, his head falling back as he gave himself over to the pleasure of my mouth. I didn't want this all to end too fast, so I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and withdrew him from my mouth. I ran my hand along his length, continuing to stimulate him but also allowing him to cool a little.

When he seemed to be back in control of himself, he pushed back off the bed and went to the small overnight bag that was sagging on the floor as if it had just been tossed into place and forgotten. I admired his sculpted body as he leaned down and dug through the bag, coming up with a box of condoms in his hand. He opened it and took out one of the packets, immediately tossing the rest of the box back down onto the bag. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom into place over his thick cock still glistening from my mouth.

Climbing back onto the mattress with me, he leaned down and gave me a hard, insistent kiss, then brought his mouth to my ear.

"Roll over," he said. "Get on your hands and knees."

I shivered at the dominance in his voice and complied with his command, rolling to my stomach and then rising up so that I was in the position that he demanded, presenting myself to him. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time unchained and without the inhibitions that had for so long held me back. This was what I wanted. Uncontrolled. Unapologetic. Uncharacteristic. Sex in a form that I had never experienced, but that I felt like I needed more than anything else.

I felt his fingers touch the base of my neck and run down my back, his nails scraping down my skin, so they sent what felt like little sparks of electricity down to my hips. The heat of his breath touched my skin and I felt him grab the back of my panties with his mouth. He dragged them down until they caught on my thigh highs. His fingers ran up the garters on each thigh and I heard his husky voice whispering to me.

"You should never take these off. Ever."

In the next instant, he was pushing my thighs apart and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my opening. I pushed back against it and he thrust forward, letting him plunge into me. He reached forward and grabbed onto my shoulder, using it for leverage to pull me back so that he pressed so far into me I felt like I couldn't hold any more. Then he forced harder and a shock went through me. It was a dizzying blend of intense pleasure and a brief pain, creating something I had ever experienced and yet wanted more of. I arched and felt his hand gather my hair, wrapping it around his hand so that he could pull my head back. I lifted my hips up higher and his other hand tightened around my upper thigh, using both to control the rocking of my body as he pounded into me. Each thrust was intense, a powerful rush of sensation that pushed me closer and closer to oblivion. He was moving harder and faster, slamming into me with such intensity that my thighs stung where his slapped against them. He was grunting and growling in his chest, seeming to become almost unchained.

I felt his hand leave my thigh and come around my hips to dip between my legs. His fingertips found my clit, swollen and sensitive from the arousal that filled me. He swirled his fingers into it, pushing harder and faster to meet the frenzy of his thrusts as if he wanted me to meet his growing fervor. The sounds pouring out of us filled the room and he suddenly released my hair so that he could tuck his arm under my chest and pull me up onto my knees so that my back pressed against his stomach and chest. His hand wrapped around the front of my throat and I turned my face toward his to kiss him deeply. His fingers continued their masterful manipulation of my body as he stroked harder and faster. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer. I reached around and dug my fingers into his thigh as I released myself, letting my body go.

I cried out as the pressure that had built throughout my body dissolved into spasms that shook through me until I felt like I couldn't hold myself up any longer. My body slumped forward, and I caught myself on my elbows. He slammed into me a few more times before letting out an animal-like roar and pushing into me with an impaling thrust that brought another scream from my lips. He stayed that way for a few seconds and then dropped down over me, pressing me down into the mattress.

 

The sky was still pink with the earliest light of morning when I opened my eyes. At some point that I didn't remember I had gotten under the blankets, but I felt a chill on my bare shoulder. I reached to pull the blanket up, but my hand brushed against warm skin. I rolled onto my back and glanced to my side. The man who had called himself Ethan was still lying beside me, his back now to me. His breathing was slow and deep, telling me that he was still asleep. I watched him sleep for several beats, then slowly eased myself out from under the blankets. My feet hit the carpet and I started searching in the half-light coming through the partially open curtains for my clothes. Shimmying back into what barely qualified as clothing wasn't necessarily what I wanted to be doing first thing in the morning, but I didn't really have a choice. I hadn't come into this equipped with luggage like he had so unless I wanted to make my exit in the same indelicate adornment I had currently, I was going to have to greet the day in the tiny skirt and low-cut top from the night before.

I don't care. I got exactly what I wanted.

I hadn't thought all the way through the situation and it wasn't until I stepped out of the lobby into the cold parking lot and realized that my car wasn't there. I had a brief moment of panic thinking that my car might have been stolen during the night, but then I remembered that I had ridden to the hotel with the man the night before, so my car wasn't there. I had left it at the bar. It might have been towed, but with any luck it was still sitting there, signaling my exploit from the night before. This left me with two choices. Either I could take the couple of miles walk back to the bar in the cold early morning temperatures, or I could use the phone at the front desk and call a cab.

It turns out that, much like Silver Lake, the town that I had chosen for my dalliance didn't have its own taxi company and the two men who were known for occasionally scooping up the drunk or stranded to bring them back to where they needed to be, were still sleeping when the front desk manager gave me their phone number. When I had listened to the discouraging sound of what could only be a landline phone ring for the twentieth time without an answer, I hung up and let out a sigh.

Well, that is one decision that has been made for me.

"Are you going to be alright?" the woman behind the desk asked.

I saw the way that she was looking at me. Her eyes were scanning my outfit and the hair that, try as I might, I wasn't able to fight back into submission when I woke up. There was judgment in those eyes and it made me angry.

Who did she think she was? What --- was this the first time that she had ever seen a woman first thing in the morning with obvious sex hair and an outfit not suitable for daylight viewing?

I straightened my shoulders and looked her directly in the eye.

"I'll be just fine. Don't you worry."

I wasn't embarrassed. I didn't regret what had happened the night before. In fact, I was proud of it. I might have driven out of town to do it to avoid the prying eyes of my neighbors, but I had gone after exactly what I wanted, and I had gotten it. This woman wanted me to feel bad, but there was no way that I was going to give her that satisfaction. I turned with a smile and stalked out of the hotel lobby with my head held high.

Fuck the walk of shame. I was going to peacock.

The temperature somehow seemed to have dropped even further in the time that I had been in the lobby making phone calls and I felt a shiver roll down my spine as the wind picked up. I saw the man's car ahead of me and crossed the parking lot to it. I lean down and glanced in the window. Luck seemed to have changed his mind about me and I grinned to myself when I saw that there was a jacket draped over the back seat. I tried the handle on the door and found it unlocked. This didn't really surprise me. The man who called himself Ethan seemed to have had just one thing on his mind when we arrived the night before and that was not practicing exemplary personal safety methods. Trying to convince myself that I was not committing a potential felony, I opened the door and pulled the jacket out of the seat. Hopefully, this man was a late sleeper and I would be able to get back to my car, drive back here, and replace the jacket before he woke up and even notice that it was gone.

I couldn't help but breathe in the smell of him as I slipped into the jacket. It was the same warm, slightly spicy smell that his skin held, and I filled my lungs with it, letting it remind me of all of the delicious moments that we had shared the night before. I zipped up the jacket, flipped the hood over my head and started off down the road. I was feeling slightly less than stable on my heels, but the continued afterglow and confidence was enough to keep me moving. Eventually, I found myself in a good rhythm and humming some walking music as I went. It took me a few minutes before I realized that the song that I was humming was actually what was playing at the bar when the creepy blond man had approached me. I shuddered just thinking about it. I hadn't seen any good prospects at the bar since arriving and seeing that guy walking toward me had been enough to almost make me give up.

But then I had stumbled into Ethan's arms.

Ethan? Nope. That still just didn't sound right.

Thinking about how the night had unfolded after Ethan had wrapped his arms around my waist and given me that unexpected, blistering kiss was enough to keep me warm for the rest of the walk and I arrived back at the bar in a surprisingly short time. It seemed that the bar wasn't nearly as far down the road from the hotel as I thought it had been. My growing anticipation and desire must have been enough the night before to warp how long the drive had seemed. I was relieved to see that my car was still sitting in the parking spot that I had chosen, and I dug in my purse to find my keys, so I could unlock it as I approached. I slipped behind the wheel and drove back toward the hotel. Carefully parking a few spots away from Ethan's car, I reluctantly took off his warm jacket and draped it back over the seat the way that I had found it. Confident that I hadn't been caught committing grand theft parka, I got back in my car and headed home to Silver Lake feeling more relaxed and more prepared to face the rest of the school year.