Page 29 of Directing You
Chapter 13
Reid
At five o’clock sharp,Hazel and I were sliding into the back seat of my limo. Unlike most women, she didn’t squeal or even light up when she saw the limo service outside. She merely arched her dark eyebrow in my direction. “Where the hell are we going that we need alimo?”
I took her hand in mine, gently bringing her knuckles to my lips. “Well, since we don’t want to be seen by anyone, walking to a restaurant around here is out of the question. The limo will take us to your surprise, and since the windows are tinted, once we’re inside, we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us on the trip, either. And third… being in the back of a limo means we can have some champagne on the way.” I popped the cork on the champagne and poured us each a glass, remembering fondly the first time we’d shared a bottle of prosecco together at Hazel’s club.
“Huh,” she said. “Guess you’ve thought of everything.”
Oh, she had no idea. Last night when I couldn’t sleep and I laid in Hazel’s bed staring at her, I came up with this plan. This idea of a perfect date night away from prying eyes. Other than the walk from Hazel’s apartment to the limo and back again, the risk of being seen was extremely low.
“And… where exactly are we going?” she asked as I handed her the glass of champagne.
I grinned wider, tapping the edge of my glass to hers. “Settle in. It’s a bit of a drive.”
Those dark brows tilted even more, assessing me. “How long of a drive?”
I shrugged casually, sipping my champagne. “Two hours.”
“Two hours? You’re taking me two hours outside of the city? For dinner?”
“Why else do you think we were leaving at five o’clock for dinner?”
She shrugged, a playful smile curving her lips. “I don’t know. I thought you were maybe the early bird special type.”
My jaw dropped, pretending to be indignant. “Did you just call me old, Moon?”
She kept that calm demeanor as she sipped her champagne, looking at me with those fuck me eyes over the edge of her glass. “If the penny loafer fits.”
“Oh, you’re going to get it…” I lunged toward her, digging my fingers into her ribcage, tickling her. She shrieked a laugh, a bit of the champagne sloshing out and spilling on my pants as she wriggled around in my arms.
“No! Reid, no! I’m going to spill champagne everywhere!” Her fits of giggles were barely broken up by her pleas for me to stop.
“Say I’m not that old! Say it!” I demanded, continuing to tickle her.
“Okay, okay!”
I stopped tickling her, but didn’t remove my hands from her body. It felt too good, too raw having her there in my arms and instead I slid my palms to her back. “Okay, what?” I whispered, my eyes drifting down to her chest as it heaved up and down with each labored breath she took.
Her finger slid against my jaw, long fingernail scraping against the stubble there, and she pulled my gaze back to hers, a small smirk tilting her mauve lips. “My eyes are up here.” She set the champagne down and pushed me back in the limo seat, straddling me, then pressing her lips to mine.
I kept my eyes open through that kiss that tasted tart—bubbly from the champagne. Kept my eyes open, afraid to close them even for a moment out of fear that this could all be a dream.
I drank her in, diving my tongue into her mouth. She ended the kiss far too soon for my liking, nibbling her way up my jaw to my ear. “You’re adirty, old man.”
Oh, you have no idea. I slid my hands up her body, the silk dress bunching beneath my palms. My cock pressed against my pants and as she reached down and undid my zipper, I barely heard it as she moaned. Unlike this morning, it was quiet, like she was trying to restrain herself.
I, on the other hand, groaned loudly and cursed while checking to make sure the privacy partition was up in the limo (it was). Her dress had already naturally shifted to her upper thighs with the way she was straddling me, and with a quick nudge of my fingers, I had it bunched around her waist. My thumbs stroked her hipbones, hooking under the small string of her thong.
She wrapped her manicured fingers around my hard length and I grunted in response—a caveman sound that I wasn’t proud of, but also had no control over. With a few quick motions, she had the condom in my pocket torn open and sheathed my erection. Then slowly, with that sexy lace thong pushed to the side, she lowered herself onto me—deep and wet and hot. My head fell back against the seat, and with heavy eyelids, I watched as she rode me, undulating her sexy body in small pulses, finding the right spot, and right when she did, she threw her head back and moaned… this time completely unrestrained.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her—she was mesmerizing in every sense of the word. Everything from her soft curves, to the delicate angle of her shoulders and collarbone, the gentle dip of her neck. My thumb circled her clit, and I watched as her thigh muscles knotted and bunched with every slow thrust up and down over my cock. Her soft lips parted as she took in shallow breaths, causing her lush breasts to bounce within the confines of her dress.
Leaning forward, I took her pebbled nipple into my mouth over the fabric of her dress and nibbled the silk covered pearl nub between my teeth. And holy fuck, she felt so good, her slick heat wrapped around me, sliding me in and out—I wasn’t even sure how I was still breathing. But if I was going to drown, I could think of no better way than drowning in Hazel.
I moved my hands to cup her ass, guiding her over me—faster, harder. She cupped my jaw, dragging my lips to meet hers, and I felt the sharp intake of her breath as I drove deeper inside of her. Her whimper vibrated against my mouth as she spread her thighs wider, taking me deeper even though I didn’t think it was possible.
I felt it the moment she spiraled. The spasms from deep within her squeezing me, milking me. And with that release, I let go and fell with her. The air punched from my lungs as a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt rocked through my body. I spurted inside of her, biting her shoulder and catching the back of her head as she threw it back in ecstasy. Light—golden, reflective and so fucking hot—seemed to replace the blood coursing through my veins as a strangled noise tore from my throat.
