Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (11 page)

Oh, hell no. He actually thinks I’m fucking him with his driver just feet away?

“What are you waiting for, Stella?” The jerk thought this was funny. “We don’t have much time and I intended on taking you a few times in this car before we reach home.”

“What about the driver?” Her voice was a hushed, urgent whisper. “Aren’t you going to raise the screen?”

“No, I’m not.” His expression, once amused, was now serious. “Now, straddle me, Stella.” His hands went to his zipper and he undid his pants just enough that his cock was bared. He pulled a condom out and handed it to her. “Put it on me, Stella.”

She gritted her teeth and grabbed the circle of latex. He sat unmoving, his gaze focused on her, as she started to roll the latex down his length. His arms were slung over the back of his seat in a relaxed posture. He didn’t seem at all fazed that the driver just so happened to glance back and see what they were doing. When the rubber was all the way down to the root of his dick she placed her shaking hands on her thighs.

“Hike up that dress and straddle me.” His voice was so low, so husky that her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed.

She looked over her shoulder once more, unsure if she should actually do this. She had never been into voyeurism, and whether Tate liked that or not, he wasn’t going to let her get out of it. It was clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. If she was being honest with herself, did she really want to say no?

“Look at me, Stella.”

When she turned and looked back at him her heart pounded. “If you want to stop this then all you need to do is say so and you’re free to go home.” What he wasn’t saying was her father would still be screwed. “If you want to continue with our arrangement then I suggest you slide that tight little pussy down my cock.” God, he was such an asshole but she wanted him so damn bad.

Without thinking about anything else but riding him, she threw one leg over his thigh and then the other until his hot length pressed against her cleft. A gasp left her at how good it felt and he had yet to penetrate her.

“Take me in your hand and guide me into your sweet body, Stella.” Her name came out of his lips on a whisper and she did as he asked. His girth was substantial in her palm and she knew exactly how he would feel once he was buried deep inside of her. Even thinking about it had her pussy clenching, trying to grab onto all of that hard male flesh.

The tip was thick as she pressed it to her opening, and when she started to slide down on him her eyes closed in bliss. The feeling of being unbelievably full was intense. Every inch of her was filled with Tate, with his throbbing cock that hit her cervix and had her aching for more. Lower and lower she went, loving that his hips lifted up to aid in her descent. His hands on her hips gripped her flesh tightly. His balls touched her ass when he was fully inside of her and they both let out a harsh breath.

“That’s it, sweetheart. God, you feel so fucking incredible.” He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his lips finding her pulse and licking and biting at her flesh.

Stella started rising and falling on his shaft, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her clit rubbed on his length, swelling further, throbbing from the friction.

“
Christ
, Stella. Fucking ride me. Harder, baby. Harder.” His hands landed on her ass, the sound of his palms smacking against her flesh sounding incredibly loud in the small confines of the car. She rode him faster, harder, slamming her pussy on his lap and screaming out when her climax sucked all the air out of her. Just as her orgasm peaked she felt Tate’s finger breech the crease of her ass and slide down to rub the digit around her stretched pussy hole.

She knew he could feel himself disappearing in her pussy, knew he felt the skin stretched taut around his erection. The erotic thoughts made her work herself on him feverishly. He gathered moisture on his finger and brought it to her anus, rubbing the fluid around the hole before slipping the thick digit in her bottom. It felt good, so damn good that she couldn’t help her teeth from sinking into her bottom lip. She knew she broke the skin when she tasted the metallic tanginess of blood, but the pain heightened her pleasure.

“Fuck, Stella.” Tate threw his head back and groaned as his orgasm tore through him and filled the condom. She could feel his dick swell inside of her and had a fleeting notion that she would love to feel his bare skin rubbing along hers. What would it feel like for him to come inside of her, fill her with his hot seed?

Her legs burned from moving up and down, from working her pussy on his erection. Resting fully on him, his cock buried deep inside of her again, she felt his dick softening inside of her. Little tremors of residual pleasure moved through her body and clamped down on him. The motion made Tate grunt and wrap his arms around her middle, bringing her closer to his wide, hard chest.

She tried to get off his lap but his grip tightened. “Stella, please, let me just hold you.” His words stopped her and she kept her head on his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. His voice was soft, and when his hands started rubbing up and down her back in a soothing gesture she let her eyes slide shut. A smile tilted her lips but she didn’t dare let him see. For the hard exterior that made up Tate Wessen, there was a softer, almost gentle side of him hiding inside. She wondered if she was the first person to see it. His words and touch were so soft, so caring, that for a moment she didn’t think about why she was wrapped in his arms and why she had given herself to him so easily.

Neither of them spoke after that, their breathing the only sound that surrounded them. Stella let the euphoria of their coupling steal her consciousness and overwhelm every part of her that told her if she wasn’t careful this situation could be not only dangerous for her health, but her heart, too.

The following morning Stella woke up by herself again. Her body was sore, pleasantly so, and she didn’t know if she would ever get used to Tate’s insatiable appetite. Was he like this with all the women he was with? Maybe he was like this with her because their time was so short and he knew in just a week and a half she would be gone and he wouldn’t have to deal with her again? Or maybe he was like this with her because he could be, because that was just the way he was? In all honesty it was probably a combination of the two.

When they got back from the party Tate had carried her into the house. Carried her! To her embarrassment she had fallen asleep on his lap, his cock still buried inside of her. He had gently woken her up, and when their clothing was righted and she climbed out of the car he scooped her up. By the time they made it up to his room she was wide awake, her libido rearing its damn head again. If her arousal didn’t calm the hell down she wouldn’t have a vagina at the end of these two weeks. Needless to say he had taken her three more times before she passed out for good. There were times when she felt like maybe this meant a little more to him than just sex. Shaking her head she knew it was a stupid thought as soon as it passed through her mind. There was nothing about her that Tate wanted except what was between her thighs, especially because they knew absolutely nothing about each other. The sooner she realized that and knew nothing would happen the better off she would be. Besides, did she really want to get involved with a man like him?

Stella rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Why was she even thinking about him in any context outside of their agreement? She had heard enough horror stories about his profession that she should be scared to even be around him. She thought about what she had heard, drug trafficking, underground cage fighting, money laundering, and who knew what other illegal activities he was involved with. Maybe she should just ask him, confront him and see if everything she heard was true. What if he admitted it all? Would she be able to take the truth? When she thought of it like that she was too scared to hear what his answer was. No, the best thing for her was to just keep her ignorance.

She slid out of bed and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She wanted to call her dad and make she he was all right. She had only been gone for a few days but there was a lot that could happen in that time, especially when it concerned her father. She quickly bathed and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed. She didn’t know what Tate had planned for tonight but she knew it wasn’t just sitting at home. It seemed he always had something to do and she wondered when the man ever rested. Just as she zipped up her pants her cell phone went off. A look at the caller ID showed it was Tate and she cursed her heart for racing.

“Hello?”

The sound of people talking in the background faded away and then she heard a door shut and silence filled the receiver. “Stella?” She knew when Tate sat down because she could hear the sound of leather creaking through the phone. “Hi.”

She couldn’t help but smile. He only said that one word but she could picture him leaning back in his chair, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and his cock hard.
Damn it, Stella! Stop thinking like that.
“Hi.” She walked over to the dressing table and picked up her brush. The wet strands of her hair were wavy but she knew if she let them dry naturally they would be a frizzy mess.

“You have plans tonight?” She could hear the teasing note in his voice and smiled again. She was finding herself doing that more and more when it came to Tate.

“I might have a hot date tonight.” Why she was teasing him back? His deep chuckle, even through the phone, had her becoming wet.

“Is that so?” The sound of shuffling paper in the background stopped her from saying anything else. She certainly didn’t want to make herself look like a fool, and she knew if she said what she really wanted to, that even though her pussy was sore and they had just fucked hours ago, she was ready for more, so much more. She realized with great disdain that she was becoming Tate Wessen’s little nymphomaniac.

“Well, maybe you can cancel your plans and come with me to watch a fight.”

She didn’t know if she wanted to witness grown men fighting the shit out of each other. “Are we talking boxing or the UFC?” Why she bothered asking was beyond her because she knew the fight Tate wanted to take her to was of the illegal kind.

“I think you know the answer to that, Stella.” He wasn’t being sarcastic or mocking her, but giving her the cold, hard truth. Yeah, she knew what he was talking about and although she didn’t feel comfortable going to something like that, she couldn’t deny that her curiosity was piqued.

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “It isn’t like I have a choice, but yeah I think I might like to go.”

“I’ll send over something for you to wear and—”

She stopped him mid-sentence. “Tate?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Hearing him call her that had butterflies flapping around in her belly.
Focus, Stella. Remember who and what he is.
She cleared her throat. “Maybe I can go and pick out my own attire for tonight?” She didn’t want to feel like an infant that needed to be dressed. She had survived dressing herself way before he came along and even though she was only staying with him for a short time she had every intention of continuing to be her own person. She didn’t know what he planned on saying, maybe no or hell fucking no, but he didn’t say that at all.

“All right. I’ll have Miles take you into the city and then I’ll have Miles drop you off at the club at five.”

A beat of silence passed and she was surprised that he had agreed so easily. For some reason she had assumed he would give her a hard time, stake some kind of caveman claim that she do what he said. This little bit of freedom pleased her to no end and she felt ridiculous for feeling like that. He wasn’t her owner and she knew she could do whatever the hell she wanted to, but then she remembered who she was dealing with and knew that a man like Tate Wessen was used to getting his way. The fact he was giving in, letting her have a little bit of control told her a lot about him. Maybe he was breaking down a bit of the iron wall he had erected? It almost seemed impossible and laughable, but it still had warmth seeping through her. It was ridiculous for her to feel this way, but with each passing hour she was finding out she wanted to know more about who he was deep inside.

* * * *

The door to the Mercedes opened and Miles helped her out of the car. Stella adjusted the hem of her dress, almost regretting her selection. When Miles had taken her into the city and told her Tate was footing the bill she hadn’t even batted her eyelashes at the prices. He was, after all, the one that wanted her to come to this fight so she figured he should pay for her outfit.

She thanked Miles, but instead of getting back in the car he walked her to the front of Tate’s club, the Rabbit Hole. A red velvet rope blocked the entrance and as soon as the bouncer saw her and Miles he unhooked the rope so they could pass.

“Well, Miss Vincent, I just wanted to see you to the entrance. Someone inside will escort you to Mr. Wessen.” Miles took her hand and brought it to his lips. “It has been a pleasure escorting you around town this afternoon.” She smiled and watched as he walked back to the car.

“Right this way, miss.” The big, burly bouncer held his arm out for her to enter and she stepped inside.

The music was loud and obnoxious but it was apparent the people packed in were all about it, if their gyrating bodies were anything to go by. A man as big as a house met her as soon as she passed the threshold and leaned in to speak in her ear.