Page 26 of Dark Time

We were the only ones in today, so she did have a point. We could totally fuck in the car. My balls went much tighter, and I knew my dick had won the argument my brain was trying to raise.

“Come on, baby. You have a promise to keep now.”

We made it to the elevator, and I kissed her the whole way down. Just before we reached the bottom floor where my car was parked, I told her the one rule I had. “If we start this, you can’t stop. I don’t care who might walk into that parking garage, you keep riding my dick. Understand, pet?”

“I do, sir.” She gave me a playful wink, and we rushed out of the elevator and raced to my car.

We decided on the passenger seat and got in. I pushed down my trousers, and Emily pushed her pants off, luckily only a pair of white jogging pants today, and then we were in the car. At any moment a delivery van could arrive, or a maintenance worker could walk through, and it was exciting.

The idea of getting caught had us acting like silly kids, unable to fuck in a bed because they shouldn’t be having sex anyway. Her lips came down on mine the instant she straddled me in the luxurious leather seat, and she sank down on me.

We groaned as I slid into her slick heat, and I guided the frantic pace of our fucking with my hands on her ass. She was as ready for me as I was for her, and for a moment, I wondered if this was panic fucking? It was insane to do this, when I could just drive her home and fuck her in a comfortable bed. It was so fucking dirty, so reckless that I didn’t care.

I slid a hand between us and found her clit after a moment. “Come for me, Emily. Come so I can follow you, baby.”

She could almost come on command now, but this time, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts, or maybe she just didn’t want it to end. I’d have loved to have got her tits out and buried my face between them, but right now, it was about getting off. She thrust her hips in time with the clenching of my hands, riding my dick hard and fast.

Later, I decided. I’d take her into the playroom and make her come until she begged me to make it stop. For now, I needed to empty my balls into that sweet, succulent pussy of hers, and when her walls clenched around me, I did just that.

“Emily…” I didn’t know I said her name over and over again. I just knew that I’d found sweet relief from the pressure that felt as if my balls would explode, and for a moment, pleasure beyond belief.

We breathed hard and fast, stuck together from the waist down. I needed to move, my ass was starting to get a cramp, and she made a noise of disapproval. “We need to get dressed, my dear.”

“I know, but I don’t want to.” She sighed but pushed the door open.

I handed her the pants she’d thrown in the driver’s seat and pulled my pants back up and buttoned them.

“Dylan? You don’t have security cameras running yet, do you?” she asked softly and looked around.

“No, Emily, not down here anyway,” I said with a soft laugh.

“Thank fuck for that. You’d have to confiscate the evidence if you did.”

I shut the car door, locked the car, and we went back to the elevator, hand in hand.

“That would be worth watching a time or two, I bet.” I wouldn’t mind a tape of that, at all.

“No you don’t, buddy. Don’t go getting ideas about making a sex tape with me. I’m not one of those dimwits who thinks it’s a good idea. Like tattoos of your lover’s name. That’s a sure-fire way to guarantee an end will come. Pure nonsense.” Her southern girl came out with a vengeance, and I turned to her shocked.

“I do declare!” I fluttered my eyelashes and held my hand to my throat. “I didn’t know you were such a prude, Miss Thompson.”

“I’m not, you goon! I’m just sensible. Now get me back to my office. I have a heater in there I just remembered.”

“You mean there’s heat in one of the rooms of this fucking cold place?” I asked, surprised. “You forgot it earlier?”

I had a sneaky suspicion that forgetfulness wasn’t accidental, and the cheeky grin she gave me proved just that. The little minx.

Emily

I tried to sleep that night, even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t. I thought my confusion was the problem, I couldn’t make my mind shut up. Doubts prickled at me and hurt stung my heart. Dylan had taken me to the playroom. That wasn’t a bad thing, but it was emotionally and physically exhausting.

I remembered every moment of our time in that room. The excitement of how high he could make me go, how long he could draw out the pleasure before he’d let me reach orgasm, and finally, he made each moment in that room unforgettable. Then, fuck, the way he’d make me come until I was screaming for him to make it stop. It was incredible, magnificent, but I knew now it was a sign that Dylan was troubled. That was what hurt; there was something troubling him, and he wouldn’t talk about it with me.

He had been keeping it from me for a while. The energy he expended in that room tonight wasn’t the first sign he’d given me that something was on his mind, something he wasn’t sharing. He’d kept me in there for a long time, drawing out the pleasure he’d given me, and the need for the culmination of that pleasure meant he’d been trying to work through something.

It really bothered me that he wouldn’t talk to me. Communication wasn’t a problem, normally. We talked about everything, and often, but there was something that he didn’t want to talk about. Logic told me that it was something he had to work through on his own, that he needed time to get through it and make sense of it, but this had been going on for a while. He’d had time to do just that, and yet, here we were.

He was asleep beside me, but I couldn’t seem to get there myself. I rolled over, pushed the duvet off my legs, and tried to find a comfortable spot, but my brain popped up with something to disturb me.