His Sugar Baby(19)

When they reached his Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet, Michael unlocked and opened the passenger door for her. His hand brushed her back as she slid in. Sparks of electricity shot through her where he touched her, and she shivered.

He shut the door and went around to get in on the other side. He started the engine. Then he glanced over at her, his expression enigmatic in the light from the dash. “It’s a beautiful night. Do you mind if I put the top down?”

“All right.” She watched as he pressed a button in the center console. With a faint whirring, the hood opened and folded down into a concertina onto the back. Michael swung the Porsche out of the emptying parking lot and onto the darkened streets.

The warm wind rushed over her, tugging at her hair and stirring the silky skirt of her gown. Winter let the wrap slide off her shoulders, baring her arms to the breeze. She was acutely aware of the man sitting beside her. She cast a quick sideways glance at him through her lashes. A lock of dark hair tossed across his forehead. The garish streetlights cast flickering shadows over the hard planes of his features, leaving his expression unreadable. His mouth was set in a firm line. The gleaming white shirt molded to his chest. His virility heightened her senses.

Michael rested a flat wrist on top of the steering wheel while he firmly guided the car with his other hand. She stared at his hands, particularly at his long tapering fingers, and remembered what they could do to her body in the dark on tumbled sheets.

She breathed in his familiar scent, a heady mix of male and spicy cologne, and desire slammed into her. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Anticipation hummed through her. There was crystal certainty in her mind that they would end up at his house.

They had left the city behind to cruise along a two-lane dark highway. Just when she began to wonder where they were going, she saw the muted softened lights of the metropolis spread out below them. The night was clear and the view spectacular. The deep shadows of rolling hills framed the shimmering, blue-white lights of downtown Austin.

“Oh, it’s beautiful.”

Michael pulled the Porsche over into the entrance of an unlighted parking lot, letting the powerful engine idle. He half-turned toward her. “This is Scenic Overlook. Do you want to get out?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Michael turned off the engine and set the brake. He got out then came round the car and helped her out. He shut the low car door behind her, but he didn’t step away. He slipped his arms around her, his hands lightly sliding along her spine and curving lower to clasp her buttocks.

Winter flattened her hands against his chest. She tilted her head, looking up at him uncertainly. “Michael?”

“It turned you on, didn’t it?” he whispered. “When I was doing this with all of those people standing around us?” A hard hand squeezed the underside of her ass cheek while the other sensuously traced the line of her thong through her dress.

Her body instantly reacted. Heat pooled in her belly. She flushed with embarrassment. What was wrong with her that he could so easily arouse her? She pushed hard against his unyielding chest. “Stop it!”

“You didn’t tell me to stop then, Winter. You liked it. I felt you shivering.”

“I… all right, yes! It was turning me on.” There was no point in denying it when he had read her reaction so well. She would never admit it to him, but he was doing a good job of turning her on right then. “Are you satisfied now?”

He gave a low laugh. “Hardly.” His hands continued their erotic play. He glanced into the dark night. “A car could come along any second and catch us in the headlights,” he remarked casually.

Winter quickly looked around to stare down the night-shadowed road. The suggestion, once put into her head, wouldn’t leave. His hands and what he was doing with them, his breath warm on her face, his muscular arms caging her in—pleasure speared through her, and she shuddered.

Suddenly he turned her around and doubled her over the low door of the sports car. She caught herself in the shallow of the bucket seat, braced her hands, and started to push back upright. He crowded her against the side of the Porsche. Her hair tumbled in her face as she twisted her head to stare up over her shoulder at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He flattened one hand onto her upper back to hold her in place, bent over the door. “This is the way it’s going to be tonight, Winter.”

She felt her skirt yanked up. Sudden coolness struck first her legs then her bare butt. She heard the unmistakable burr of a zipper. “No!” She squirmed and bucked, but the angle was too steep, his hand was too firm, and her splayed thighs were pressed too close against the metal side of the car by the weight of his body. She heard a tearing sound, the snap of a rubber. She bucked again, and he hissed.

“Someone could come along at any time, Winter.”

At his husky reminder, excitement gripped her again, more strongly. The thong stretched tight across one ass cheek as his fingers pulled it aside. She sucked her breath in sharply. She felt the blunt questing nudge against her exposed, wet sex. Then his thick, rigid cock penetrated her, stretching her wide with a single hard thrust. He was fully seated, his length burning her passage. Her inner muscles clenched. Michael grunted and swore. “God, you’re so tight, so hot.”

With a sharp shift of his hips, he began to move. She arched again, uttering a muted cry, but he held her tightly in place. His heavy shaft stroked deep inside her, setting up a steady, hard rhythm. Winter caught her breath in little pants as his rocking pushed her against the car. The top of the door bit into the tender flesh of her stomach. The clunky necklace hanging from her neck banged over and over against the door handle.