Page 2 of While You're There
Rhett’s hand rested on her low back, right along the waistband of her skirt. She let him guide her through the dining room toward the back door of Clinton’s.
Tori pushed through the door and gasped when she saw the pink and purple cotton candy sky. The sun had set, but dusk hadn’t given way to the stars just yet. She would love to try to recreate the colors the next time she had the chance to paint. As soon as they got to the car, she reached for her phone so she could take a picture for reference.
“Second most beautiful thing I’ve seen tonight,” Rhett murmured into her ear, pressing up against her from behind and winding his arms around her waist. Goosebumps flared up and down her legs in response to the short stubble on his jaw tickling her neck. His fingers stroked under her shirt along her ribs.
Tori leaned back into his arms and craned her head, letting him support more of her weight. He placed a feather-light kiss on the side of her neck, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He knew what she wanted without her having to ask. He tightened his hold and bent forward, meeting her lips in a demanding kiss.
He removed one hand from her shirt and moved it up her torso, between her breasts, over her throat. He took hold of her jaw and gripped her chin, holding her face possessively as he deepened the kiss.
“I can’t get enough of you, V.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point below her ear. She blew out a heady sigh of satisfaction. The feeling was mutual. She wanted his hands everywhere. She wanted his mouth to consume her.
“Good thing you don’t have to try and get your fill anymore. You’re stuck with me now,” she reminded him. He nipped at her earlobe and moved a hand back down to rest against her stomach, creating a barrier between her and the car.
“I’ve waited six years for you to want me to stick around, beautiful. I plan to spend the next sixty making sure you know you made the right choice.” His roaming hand travelled south, sliding down her body until he was cupping her between her legs on the outside of her skirt. He pulled her closer still, sending a jolt of wanting to her core as he pressed his rock-solid erection into her from behind. The tip of his middle finger was aligned perfectly with her clit, but he didn’t apply any pressure or give her the friction she craved.
She needed more. She slinked away from him slightly, turned around, and slammed her mouth into his. He pressed her harder into the car now that her back was to it. His mouth moved against hers, his tongue alternating between sweet caresses and demanding assaults. She moaned into his kiss, wanting him to possess her completely. They were both panting in short, rapid breaths, their desire for each other surpassing their need for air.
Tori worked a hand in between their bodies, running her nails down the center of his chest, letting her fingers graze along the dips of his well-defined abs. Her teasing didn’t last long before her hand landed on what she really wanted. She stroked him lightly once, testing just how far he was willing to let this game go. They were standing outside, up against his car, in a downtown Hampton parking lot, after all.
Once she realized he wasn’t going to pull away, she gripped him harder. His length filled her entire hand and then some, his heat warming her palm through the strained fabric across his zipper.
She wasn’t satisfied with just holding him through his pants though. No, she wanted to make him feel just as needy as she’d been feeling all night. She continued to kiss him as she worked her free hand into the short hair at the nape of his neck. Then, with her other hand still firmly holding his cock, she stroked his length in the middle of the parking lot.
Rhett grunted but froze, his lower lip caught between her teeth. She nipped him once before opening her eyes and tilting her head in question.
“What do you want, V?” he breathed into the inch of space between them.
“You.”
“You want to do this here?” He raised an eyebrow and held her gaze as he tried to call her bluff.
She gave him a coy smile, biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes trailed up and down his body. He looked so damn good tonight. Crisp white polo with the collar turned down to show off his taut neck muscles and sharp jawline. Tight dark jeans that hung low on his hips and emphasized the taper of his waist. Of course she wanted to do this here. She wanted him, always.
She squeezed his dick again, this time gripping him tighter and holding on for longer as she imagined exactly where she wanted to feel him right now. She released her hold on him for a moment, just long enough to find the tab of his zipper.
“Tori,” he groaned, resting his forehead against hers as she slowly pulled the zipper down. “Tell me right now if we’re really doing this, beautiful. I’m three seconds away from lifting your skirt and pushing into you against this car.”
Her pussy clenched in response to his words. If she’d had any doubts before, her answer was now crystal clear. She looked around, scanning the parking lot for movement. There were a few other cars around, but that was it. They were tucked away on one end of the lot, their bodies positioned so that no one could see their lower halves unless they were standing right behind Rhett. As long as he kept his pants mostly pulled up…
“What’s it going to be, beautiful? Yes or no?” he demanded as he tilted his hips forward.
She smirked, meeting the rhythm of his body as she pushed back against him. She finally released his zipper, now completely undone, before starting in on his belt buckle. “It’s not no.”
“Fuck,” Rhett muttered as he realized just how serious she was about this. He pushed her hands out of the way and undid the belt himself. “How quickly do you think I can get you off?” he asked, a devilish smile playing across his face.
“Well, you haven’t made me come for almost twelve hours,” she teased as she laced her arms around his neck. “So… three minutes?”
He gripped her chin and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “Is that an invitation or a challenge?”
“Both,” she sighed, reaching into his open fly to grasp his smooth, solid shaft. He hissed in a breath on contact before lowering his head to speak directly into her ear.
“You watch the back door of the restaurant. Don’t take your eyes off the alley. I’ll watch the other side of the parking lot to make sure no one comes from that direction.” He ran his tongue up and down the column of her neck as both his hands found their way under her skirt. He lifted the front of it, bunching the fabric and suspending it between their bodies.
“We’ve gotta be quick, so let me get you…” His words stopped as soon as his fingers made contact with the only barrier between them. “Oh. I see. So by ‘it’s not no,’ you actually meant your panties were soaking wet?” He stroked her clit through the dampened fabric once, twice, then a third time with just enough pressure to send a full-body shudder from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.
Tori looked up at him through her long lashes. “I didn’t cause that,” she purred. “You did.”
Rhett smirked as he continued stroking, pushing aside her underwear and dipping two fingers into her folds.
