Mid Life Love (20 page)

“Yes... I’m sure...”

“
I’m not
.”
He slowly slid his dick into me—not all the way, just enough to make me murmur,
enough to make me regret not answering his question.

He planted
kisses on my bound hands, running his tongue across my wrists, gently biting
each of my fingertips. He ran his hands along my sides and sighed, placing
light kisses in the groove of my back.

I tried to
stifle my moans but I couldn’t; he knew my body too well.

“Admit that you
like being difficult.” He slid into me a little further.

“I don’t...”

“Then tell me
what your text said.”

“It said that
I—” I screamed as he buried himself deep inside of me, as he kept my body
pinned down to the seat with his arms. “Ohhh...Jonathannnn...”

“
Tell. Me.
What. Your Text. Said.
” He pounded into me over and over, never giving me
the chance to catch a breath. He repeated his question, more sternly this time,
and forcefully tugged my hair back with each stroke.

“I...” I felt him
slapping my ass and my clit throbbed with insane pleasure.

“Do you need
a
hint
?”

“No...”

“Then
say it
.”
He slowed his pace, but he kept thrusting in and out of me and pulling my hair.

“It said
that...that...”

“Yes?”

“That I...”

He slapped my
ass again. “That you
what
?”

“That I can’t
wait to...to ride your dick again.”

“Hmmm...” He
pulled out of me and untied my hands, kissing my hands as he did it. “Was that
so hard to say? Why couldn’t you say that a few minutes ago?”

I didn’t get a
chance to answer him. He’d already flipped me over so that I was on top of him.

He brushed a few
strands of hair away from my face and leaned up to kiss me—gently biting my
bottom lip and caressing my back.

I was looking
into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and he was looking back into mine. I
didn’t want to say a word; I felt like we could sit like that forever and
communicate just by gazing at one another.

He smiled and
lay back against the seat.

I slowly
adjusted my legs and straddled him, slowly sinking myself onto his dick. I
gasped once he was completely inside of me; shut my eyes once he gripped my
hips.

“Don’t close
your eyes,” he whispered. “I want to look at you.” He waited for me to blink
them open, commanding me to move without saying another word.

I pressed my
palms onto his chest and started to rock—back and forth, up and down, around
and around. I moaned as he reached up and caressed my breasts with his hands,
as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“Claire...” He
kept his eyes locked on mine. “Lean forward.”

“No.” I leaned
back and put my arms behind me, grabbing onto his thighs, and rotated my hips.
I tried to keep a steady rhythm—a steady
slow
one, but my body’s needs
overrode my mind’s thoughts.

“
Ahhhh
...”
I let go of his legs and leaned forward, driving myself deeper and deeper into
him, screaming as he met me thrust for thrust.

He reached for
my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Don’t stop...” His breathing was
becoming erratic.

“I’mmmm...I’m
about to...I—”

“Don’t cum yet.”
He let my hands go and wrapped his arms around me, giving me an intense stare.
“Wait for me.”

“I can’t...I—”

“
Wait
.”

My hips were
bucking wildly; my breaths were becoming shorter and shorter. If he didn’t let
me cum soon I was going to lose the ability to breathe.

He rose up,
still buried deep inside of me with his arms around my waist, and took what
little breath I had away with an open mouthed kiss.

“Let go,” he
whispered against my lips and my insides exploded all around him.

I felt him
jerking inside of me and that sent another scream-worthy sensation ripping
through my body. The force of it knocked me forward into his chest and made
both of us fall back against seat.

“You’re
amazing...” He rubbed his palms against my back.

I murmured
something, maybe “thank you,” and continued sucking in as much air as I could.
I was breathing like I’d just finished a marathon—still shuddering from that
mind-blowing climax.

I can’t believe
I just had sex in a grocery store parking lot...What the hell is wrong with me?

I took a few
more deep breaths, breathing in the sweet scent of his cologne. I winced as he
moved me off of him, as he sat up and began picking up my clothes.

“We have a lot
of sex, Jonathan...” I gasped once I realized that I’d said that out loud.

“Is that a problem?”

“No...It’s just
different
for me...”

“Me too.” He sat
next to me and smoothed my hair with his hands.

I find that hard
to believe...

“How is it
different for
you
? You didn’t have endless sex with any of the other
sixteen women?”

“No.”

“I thought you
said you didn’t lie. I refuse to believe that you didn’t indulge or enjoy—”

“Claire,” he
said, letting out an exasperated sigh, “you’re completely incomparable to any
woman I’ve ever dated.
Period
.”

“I—”

He pressed his
fingers against my lips. “I don’t like to compare past relationships, but since
I know you’ll keep thinking about it if I don’t...” He looked into my eyes. “I
did enjoy having sex with the women of my past—I
liked
it.
Really
liked it. But I honestly could’ve done without it because it was never
memorable. It never made me feel anything. It’s not like that with you. I
love
having sex with you, and I personally don’t think we have enough. But
that’s not the only reason why this is
different
for me...In my past
relationships, I never thought about any of them the way I think about you.
You’d be surprised how often you cross my mind...Do I need to say more or is that
answer good enough for now?”

“For now.” I
smiled and he gave me a kiss. 

“Are you going
to finish your grocery shopping now?” He held my shirt up so I could slip my
arms through it.

“No. I can’t go
back in there...”

“Why not?”

“Because
everyone will know that I just had sex.”

“How?”

“I’m pretty sure
the sweat and the male cologne on my skin will give it away.”

“So?”

“
So
, I’m
not going in there.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me into my pants.

“Would it help
if I went in with you?”

“Um, no.”

“Because we’re
in
public
, right?” He shook his head and handed me his phone. “I’ll have Greg
get your stuff and deliver it to your place tonight. Type everything you need,
specific brands if you have preferences.”

I typed
everything that was in my cart and a few extra things I’d forgotten about. I
pulled out my credit card and handed it to him once he was on the phone.

“Greg? Yes.” He
eyed the card suspiciously and handed it back to me. “I just sent you a list of
things that Miss Gracen needs for tonight. Make sure it’s done as soon as
possible. Thank you.”

“You don’t have
to pay for—” My sentence was cut off once he leaned forward and kissed me.

“
Stop it
.”
He smiled. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Now?”

“Yes.
Now
.
Give me your keys. I’ll drive.”

––––––––

I
opened my eyes
and realized I was lying on the hood of my car. It was unusually warm outside
and the wind was soft and gentle.

I turned on my
side and saw Jonathan smiling at me.

“Did you get
enough rest?” He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“How long was I
asleep?”

“Not that long.”

“Oh... Any reason
why we’re lying on the hood of my car?”

“I don’t think
you can fully appreciate the view from the front seat.”

I turned my head
and saw that we were at a clearing on the ocean. We were parked on the edge of
a private dock that overlooked a grassy mountain range—low enough to feel the
soft sprays of the sea.

There was a
shoreline a few feet behind us, with a row of wooden villas that were slightly
secluded by overgrown trees.

Where are we?
I’ve never seen this side of—

“Tell me
something that I don’t know about you.” He moved closer and held my hand.

“I think I
might
be attracted to you...”

“Something that
I
don’t
know.” He smiled. “I knew that the first day we met.”

“You’re so full
of yourself...I wanted to be an actress when I was growing up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was in
every play in high school and I was in drama clubs all over the city. I just
knew
that that was what I was going to be...My classmates even voted me ‘Most
Likely to be Famous’ in the yearbook.”

“Why didn’t you
pursue that when you went to college?”

The flag charms
on my necklace suddenly felt heavy and my heart began to ache. I could feel a
lump rising up my throat but I pushed it back down.

“I...” I couldn’t
talk about that. Not today. Not ever. “I just didn’t have the heart for it
anymore...Tell me something I don’t know about
you
.”

“I used to be
fat.”

I burst into
laughter. “I don’t believe you!”

“It’s true. I
don’t know how it was possible since I starved for half my childhood, but I was
chubby up until my first semester of college...Then I was forced to change.”

“Why?”

He put his arm
around my shoulders. “I really needed a third job because the hours I was
getting at the car wash and the coffee shop weren’t cutting it...The one place
that was
always
looking for new talent told me they’d take me on if I
lost weight and got in shape.”

“What type of
job makes you lose weight?”

“A high paying
one with lots of desperate women...”

“You
sold
yourself
for money?”

He laughed. “No.
I danced.”

I was quiet for
several seconds. I guessed it made sense that a theater company would want its
dancers to be thin and fit. Although, men appreciated the art of dance too so I
didn’t quite understand the “desperate women” part.

“You did
ballet?” I asked. “Was it hard to—”

“
Seriously
?
No, I did not do ballet. I was a stripper. In a
strip club
.”

I blinked. I
knew my cheeks were on fire but I tried to put on my best poker face anyway.

“I don’t know if
I can believe that...”
But I want to...

He pulled his
phone out and scrolled through a gallery of pictures, stopping on one that
featured a group of men dressed in various costumes—postal workers, policemen,
Indians, cowboys.

“That’s me in
the back—in the fireman costume.” He smiled. “I had to pay a lot of money to
make sure none of these photos resurfaced...Do you believe me now?”

I didn’t say
anything. I just smiled.

“Tell me
something else, Claire.”

“Um...” I paused.
“My ultimate dream...After I quit Statham Industries and start my design company,
I want to sail the world on a luxury liner. I want to rent one for a whole year
and stop as many places as I can.”

“By yourself?”

“With my
friends—my
female
friends.”

“Duly noted.” He
grinned.

“It’s your turn
to—”

“You’re a
vision
.
Do you know that? Do you know
how beautiful
you are?” He trailed his
fingertips across my lips. “I don’t think you fully understand that sometimes...
I could gaze at you all day.”

My heart started
fluttering and I wanted to say “Thank you, you too,” but the words locked
themselves in my throat.

“You’re not
thinking about anything right now are you?”

I shook my head.

“Good.” He slid
off the hood and pulled me up. “Leave your phone there...I’ve always wanted to do
this to someone.”

“Do wh—” Before
I could get the words out, he was picking me up and my body was free falling in
the air. The next thing I knew, I was hitting the cold waters of the ocean and
sinking down below.

I frantically
swam back up to the surface, splashing all around and gasping for air, looking
for wherever he was so I could kill him.

He came up to
the surface a few feet away, laughing. “Did you like that? Corey claims some
water from the Fountain of Youth was poured in here centuries ago. If he’s
right we’ll wake up ten years younger tomorrow.”

“Are you
crazy
?
What if I didn’t know how to
swim
? You can’t just throw people into the
ocean!”

He shrugged. “I
guess you would’ve
died
...But since you told me you knew how to swim weeks
ago, I’m glad
that
wasn’t a lie.”

“Do you record
our conversations?”

“Every single one.”

“Whatever. You
expect me to drive home wet?”

“Not this type
of wet, no.”

“I’m serious!”

“It’s taken care
of. Greg will be here soon. In the meantime...” He gave me one of his ‘I’m about
to fuck you’ looks and moved towards me.

I swam away from
him as fast as I could, heading towards the beach. 

As the cool
waves lapped up against my skin, I realized that I’d never felt so free, so
alive.

Once I made it
to the shoreline, I stood up and tried to run, but Jonathan grabbed me from
behind and pulled me down to the sand.

“I don’t think
sand and sex go together.” I laughed as he pinched my nipples through my wet
shirt.