“Will Doctor Clarkson be joining us on our date tonight? Did you tell him you were sick again or did you tell him the truth?”
“I told him I was seeing an extremely jealous and possessive man who would keep fingering me in public if I didn’t break things off with him immediately.”
“Sounds great.” He pulled me into his lap.
“You’re ridiculous...I told him I was seeing someone else and gave him Sandra’s number. They’re going out this weekend.”
“Even better.” He pushed the speaker button on the door. “Greg, could you take the scenic route please?”
“Yes sir.”
“I haven’t seen you at all this week...” He ran his hands across my thighs. “My days have been completely thrown off.”
“Flattery doesn’t work well with your persona, Jonathan. I prefer your inappropriate comments and your not-so-subtle threats.”
“You haven’t missed me?”
“No. Should I?”
He sighed and repositioned me in his lap. “You’re going to stop lying to me one of these days.”
“Jonathan...” I felt him slowly hiking my dress up and tried to move. “Your driver is in here!”
“What’s your point?” He touched between my thighs and reached for my panties but I wasn’t wearing any.
“I don’t want to have sex while he’s—”
“You clearly wanted to have sex at some point tonight.” He pinched my clit.
“No, I clearly didn’t want a visible panty line. I’m not...” I tried my best to act unaffected by the warm kisses he was placing on my neck, on my shoulders, on my back. “I’m not...I’m not having sex with you right now.”
He let out a low sexy laugh and began unbuckling his pants, un-wrapping a condom.
“I’m serious Jonathan,” I murmured unconvincingly as he slid my dress up even further. “I don’t...I don’t want to have sex in a limo.”
“Then you should’ve worn a different dress.” He pushed me up and out of his lap and before I could lunge towards the side seats, he pulled me back down by my shoulders.
He slowly lowered me onto him—my back was facing his chest, and I tried my best not to cry out, but it was no use. I screamed as he filled me with every inch of him, as he flexed his hips and moved me up and down.
Jesus...
“Jonathan—”
“Yes?” He kneaded my br**sts with his hands.
“I...”
“You want me to stop? You want me to let you go?”
No...
He pinched my ni**les. Hard. “I can’t hear you.”
“I said...I said no...”
“Ride me.” He let my sides go and leaned back, letting me take full control.
I gripped his knees and arched my back, using my balance to swivel around in circles. I started off slow, but I wanted more of him—needed more of him, so I thrust myself onto him harder and harder, riding him with wild abandon.
He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit with his fingers, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh godddd, Jonathannnn...”
“You feel so good, Claire.” He groaned. “So good...Tell me when you’re almost there...”
He locked me in his arms and slowed my pace down, pressing his head against the back of my shoulder.
“Are you close?”
“Yes...” I moaned. “I...I—” My body was quivering, shuddering—getting ready to explode, but before I could let go, Jonathan pushed me off of him.
He turned me around and positioned me across the seat’s bench, straddling me—not re-entering me.
“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” He hissed.
What the! “What? What the hell are you talking about?” I thrust my hips up to meet him, but he pinned them down.
“Going home early? Skipping directors’ meetings? Sudden headaches? You think I haven’t noticed?”
“I...” I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to reach my orgasm right now and him denying me one was beginning to hurt. “Can you please—”
“You think I’m going to put up with that shit?”
“Jonathan, I—”
“I don’t like mixed signals and I don’t half-ass anything, Claire—especially things like this. Do you understand me?”
I felt my eyes widening, felt a mix of shock and frustration ripping through me.
“Yes...” I panted. “Now, please—”
“Please what?”
I could barely speak. My clit was pulsating in pleasurable pain; my body was in desperate need of a release.
“You don’t like the way this feels? Being denied something just because someone wants to take a step back all of a sudden? For no good reason?”
“No...” I murmured.
“I don’t either.” He kept my hips pinned to the seat and began kissing the inside of my thighs, driving my need to cum even more. “Let’s see what happens when it’s completely held back though. Let’s see how the aftermath really feels.”
Damn him! “I’m sorry for doing all those things, Jonathan. I wasn’t trying to send you mixed signals. Now, please...” I was practically begging, writhing underneath him.
He slid his tongue up past my navel, in between my br**sts. “You’ll stop playing games with me?”
I nodded my head.
“Say it.”