I had to make her stop or I was going to lose it. I gripped her thighs and pushed down, forcing her to slow her movements. She gazed down at me, eyes burning with need, lips parted in a sigh, cheeks rosy from the effort.
“What is it?” she breathed.
“Condom,” I grated. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
She bit her lip. “We could pull out.”
“No,” I said, and it was the hardest no I’d ever had to give. I guided her up and let her sit straddling my lap. I ran a hand up her thigh and paused between her legs. “There are other ways.”
Kayla gave me a cocky little smirk that made me want her more than ever.
I rubbed her in slow circles. She melted in front of my eyes. All the tension in her shoulders from holding herself up drained away. She rocked above me, grinding herself against my fingers until I finally gave her what she wanted and slipped a finger inside her. She whimpered and trembled above me.
With my free hand, I took a fistful of her hair and held her in place. She moaned, her eyes fluttered closed, and her thighs tightened around me.
I took my time and teased her when she got too close. I didn’t want this to end before it had to. I had her right where I wanted. She was putty in my hands, mine to mold, mine to bring to the brink and mercilessly stop right when she was ready to come apart.
She grew more desperate. Soon, she strained against my grip in her hair. She growled at me to stop teasing her. Her fingers gathered in the front of my costume and her pussy tightened around my fingers.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?”
Kayla pulled at my costume. “Please.”
I leaned in close so my cheek was pressed against hers. I pulled her head back, using her hair as leverage, and trailed kisses along the side of her neck and up to her ear. “Please what? I want to hear you say it.”
She trembled. “Make me come.”
A growl escaped me.
We stayed pressed together as I gave her another finger and stretched her. Kayla gasped. Her spine arched and her body went rigid. I fucked her hard and fast, building momentum until I felt the pressure gathering at the tips of my fingers. She cried out, sharp and needy, and the next thing I knew, my fingers were slick and she was pulsing around me.
Her muscles relaxed and she released my costume. I nuzzled against her neck and rewarded her with more kisses as she slid to her knees on the car floor. How she fit down there, I had no idea. She took me in her mouth again and started off slowly. It didn’t take her long to bring me right back to the edge, teasing me with her tongue, flicking it over my tip while she massaged me with her hand.
I bucked, pressing up against the back of her throat. She welcomed it and gazed up at me, her throat swollen, her lips sealed around my shaft. She moaned, and the vibration pushed me over the top. My release made my head spin. I clenched my teeth and gripped the seat and Kayla took all of me.
When we were done, I pulled her back up on my lap. She settled against my chest and closed her eyes. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that but it was clear neither of us wanted to move.
Eventually, she slid back into the passenger seat. We tucked ourselves back into our costumes and she shared a knowing smile with me.
“I’m kind of glad you didn’t have a condom,” she said.
“Oh yeah?”
She pressed her knees together. “Uh huh.”
I chuckled and started the car. It was late, almost midnight, and Kayla undoubtedly had an early start in the morning. “I’ll take you home.”
I pulled out of the parking lot and away from the Sound. Kayla gazed out the window at the passing streetlights as we wove around the outer road and made our way back into the city. I could see the reflection of her face on the glass and pretended not to notice that she was smiling—until suddenly she wasn’t.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Did we make a mistake? Is this bad? Does this make us bad?”
“Look,” I said gently. “There’s obviously something between us. We’ve been fighting it and fighting it, but maybe it’s a better idea to—I don’t know—throw ourselves into it?”
Kayla stared blankly at me.
I smiled. “We can’t keep ignoring how we feel, Kayla. At least I know I don’t want to. I want to explore this with you.”
She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I worry about Lisa. What would she think if she knew? Would she ever be able to look at me the same? When you came into my office last week and she was there, I felt like the walls were closing in on me.”
How could we give this a fair shot when Kayla was going to be on high alert all the time?
An idea struck me.
“What if we get out of town?” I suggested. “We can go away just for a weekend. That way, we don’t have to worry about running into anyone we know, specifically Lisa. We can talk openly. We can figure out what this thing is between us without having to juggle work and family and commitments.”
“A trip? Just like that? Lukas, I’m not sure that’s wise.”
“We should go tonight.”
“Tonight?” she asked sharply.
“Listen, Kayla. Working with you has changed a lot of things. It’s brought up memories from my past that have been buried for a very long time. I keep pushing them back down, but when you’re around, they resurface, and they don’t hurt the way they used to.” I paused and worried none of this was making a lick of sense. We took a right-hand turn onto her street.
