Taking Chances - Ann Omasta (epub e reader .TXT) 📗

I don’t know what kind of car I had envisioned Sam would drive, but the convertible, black Porsche 911 Carrera is not what I had expected. The car suited him, though. It was sleek, sporty, and a little dangerous, much like its owner. He backed the car slowly out of the garage, and then he guided it masterfully down the narrow lane from his house.

I was still wearing his black sweats, and I intended to keep them for a while. He had neatly folded my clothes when they came out of the dryer, and they were in a bag in the tiny space at the back of the car.

I looked out the window at the sun peeking up over the horizon. It was still early, and there weren’t many cars moving yet. I would have plenty of time to shower and fix myself into something presentable before work.

He drove the car fast and hard, like he screwed. Well, not really, I lamented to myself. I hadn’t discovered a pattern to his fooling around yet. It seemed to be all over the charts, yet always completely mind-blowing. I was more than willing to put more effort into researching the many ways he could rock my world with his body, and I couldn’t wait to see what would be next.

In fact, I was wet just thinking about our night together. I glanced over at him. He was wearing a dark green polo shirt that showed off his pecks as he expertly maneuvered the manual stick of the sports car. His low-slung, well-worn jeans hugged him loosely in all of those sexy places that I had spent the night touching, kissing, licking, and sucking.

I longed to touch him again. It didn’t make sense after having spent the entire night banging him, but I couldn’t seem to get enough of his body. My eyes were drawn back down to his crotch, and I licked my lips. This time he caught me looking and grinned. I was extremely fond of his slightly crooked grin. It gave his otherwise perfect face extra character.

His smile was all of the invitation I needed. I reached over to undo his jeans and release him. He had not bothered with underwear, so his penis sprang out, already hard. I took him in one hand, releasing my seatbelt with the other. When I was loose, I leaned over the car’s console and took him into my mouth.

“Abby!” Sam’s voice was shocked, but heavy with desire. I didn’t stop. Instead, I wet the length of him with my tongue. “Let me find a place to pull over before I get us both killed in a car accident.” He was laughing as he said it.

I grudgingly sat up, but replaced my mouth with my hand, rubbing up and down the length of him. “You’re insatiable,” he teased me, even as he removed his hand from the gearshift and ran it down my loose sweatpants. He quickly discovered that I had gone commando too. I sucked in a breath when he plunged a finger into my wetness.

I didn’t know how it was possible, but I wanted him more now than ever. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this man or his body. I didn’t want to get enough of him.

He found a grocery store parking lot that looked to be fairly empty and pulled into a parking space in the back. “Damn small car,” he grouched as we both looked around, attempting to figure out how we were going to make this work in the tiny space.

“I want more than a hand job,” I panted.

“Me too, Baby.” He didn’t bother to fasten his pants, but held them together for some modesty as he got out and rounded the car to my side. I scrambled out of my pants and tilted onto one side so he could get in the passenger side and shut the door.

He sat low on the seat and pulled me onto his lap with my back to his front. I groaned with pleasure as I lowered myself onto his hard length. He reached his hands around me, slid one up my sweatshirt to squeeze my breasts together, and used the other to circle my clit.

I bounced up and down on him in absolute ecstasy. The danger of fucking in a car in broad daylight - with the possibility of being caught - just turned me on more. The tight space restricted our movement and made me that much more frantic.

I felt the orgasm building deep inside me, and I increased the tempo of my thrusts. I was manic in my need for him, and I didn’t care if the whole town was standing outside the car watching.

“Come with me,” I managed to pant just before I flew over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure vibrated through me as I shouted out and continued moving over him. His teeth dug gently into my shoulder as he came with me tightening around him, squeezing him with my orgasm.

I fell back into him, exhausted. For the first time, I looked around to see if anyone had taken notice of us. It didn’t appear that anyone had, which surprised me.

We sat there like that for a minute. He finally broke the silence. “I’m going to have to take you home to give my poor penis a break.”

“Poor penis?!? I was just thinking that I’m not going to be able to walk, if we don’t give it a rest.” We both chuckled as we attempted to get dressed in the miniscule space.

After he somehow maneuvered his way back into the driver’s seat of the tiny space, without looking awkward, he leaned over and gave me a deep, mind-blowing kiss with the perfect amount of tongue. “I’m going to be thinking about you all day at work today.”

It was a little embarrassing to admit, even to myself, after all the world-rocking sex we had just had, but I didn’t know what he did for a living. I cleared my throat before asking, “What do you do for work?”

If he sensed my shame, he didn’t let on as he backed out of our naughty parking spot. “I’m trained as an architect.” He paused, and I wondered if he had designed his amazing home on the cliff. Then he continued, “But that’s not what I do. I’m being groomed to take over my father’s acquisition business.”

I pondered that tidbit for a moment, surprised. Since Seth was the older twin, shouldn’t he be the one taking over the family business? Maybe it was a personality thing. Acquisitions of other people’s companies didn’t seem like something that would be in Seth’s nature. I pictured Richard Gere’s character from the movie Pretty Woman, and I could see Sam excelling at it.

He didn’t seem to want to expand, so we rode in companionable silence. Whenever we were on an open stretch of road where he didn’t have to shift gears, he reached over and held my hand. I realized that I had just discovered another physical difference