4. Happily Sated

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HAPPILY SATED

SANTA BABY, EARTHA KITT

Livie

We finish our dinner mostly in silence. We talk about a few more trivial things, staying away from the heavier topics our conversation started with. I, a pathological word blurt queen, and Alex, trying to appease my interrogation. I do enjoy talking to him and sharing this dinner, which is new. I was starting to lose hope in the whole dating scene—not that this is a date, but if it was, it would be a ten out of ten.

I do like that this is not a date, though, because of the way he smells—like a cozy winter night stuck in a cabin somewhere, baking cinnamon cookies—and the way he looks. If this was a date, I wouldn’t be wondering what would happen if I drag him out of here to a quiet alley and let him have his way with me. But because this is not one, I do contemplate it. His hands are broad and strong, and when he touched my lower back all my senses came to life. I’ve never met someone so charged with masculine energy, nor has my body ever answered to it like this.

The chances of seeing Alex again are slim since I don’t live in this area. I’m about an hour away from home, and he only knows my name. I’ve seen the way his eyes have roamed all over my body a few times tonight, so I know he’s interested. I can sense it. So…maybe I should just go for it and see where it leads.

We get up from the table, leaving a pile of plates and trash on top of a tray, ready for them to pick up since we couldn’t find a trashcan to do it ourselves. As we leave, he opens the door for me, and we’re out into the dark chilly night. I have lived in Florida my whole life, so when it’s fifty degrees, it’s freezing. I didn’t grab a jacket because it doesn’t fit the costume and I’ve regretted it all night. Not now, though. Because if I did indeed have a jacket, I wouldn’t be able to feel Alex’s hand, warm and heavy, on my lower back. I wouldn’t be able to feel his warmth as he gets close to me, and I like it. A lot.

We walk down the street, making a left on the empty and dark road where we parked. Very smart of me to pick a street with little to no traffic. Perfect spot for getting mugged, but also—now that I think about it—it might be the perfect spot for a quick sexual escapade if I can gather the courage to propose it. Other than the hand on my lower back, there hasn’t been any contact between us. Other than his roaming eyes, there hasn’t been any indication that he’s thinking about the same things. But I’ve been going crazy for the past hour and I need something.

I stand by my car, turning to face him. Alex keeps his distance, forever the gentleman, when all I want is for him to take a step forward, slam me against the car, and kiss me senseless .

“I guess this is good night,” he murmurs, his eyes fixating on mine like he’s looking for something.

“Do you know what I haven’t had in a while?” I ask him, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger.

“What’s that?” he asks, taking a step closer and showing that he can read the damn signals. A hot, easy to talk to, gentleman who’s smart too. If this man is single because he doesn’t know how to fuck, I’m going to be so pissed.

“A good night kiss,” I whisper into the air, biting my lip and not dropping my gaze for one second.

“Oh yeah?” He presses closer, placing a hand on the window of my car and caging me in. His other hand caress down my cheek until his fingers reach my neck and he holds me in place.

“I can rectify that.” His deep voice rumbles over my lips before he closes the small gap between us, brushing his lips to mine.

As our lips touch, it’s like a whisper, delicate and inviting. He gets comfortable exploring my mouth and slowly deepens the kiss. His hand tightens the grip he has on my neck, pulling me closer to him. I hum a quiet moan behind my lips and when I roll my hips against his pelvis, I notice how hard he is already. He lets out a guttural groan, deepening the kiss even more. Claiming my mouth as his own even if just for this moment.

He breaks the kiss and his breath is warm against my lips. The lingering taste of root beer on my tongue makes me crave one more taste. It’s making me crave more of him. We stand there quietly panting in each other’s arms.

“What a kiss,” Alex whispers against my lips. ?

“It can be more,” I reply, rolling my hips again and pulling another groan from him.

“Are you trying to kill me here, Liv?” I really like that this near-stranger of a man, who just gave me the best kiss of my life, just called me Liv. The one nickname I’ve wanted from a man my whole life and it came naturally out of him. Another brownie point for him.

“You drive a big truck, Alex,” I tease. “I bet there’s plenty of room in that back seat of yours.”

“You are…you are trying to kill me,” he whispers against my lips. “I don’t want you to think this is why I asked you to have dinner with me.”

“What if I want you to find me attractive enough that the only reason you asked me to dinner was so you could fuck me later?” I ask. I’ve gone my whole life not asking for what I want, and with the high chance of not ever seeing him again, what is there to lose?

Alex shakes his head. “If you walk around thinking that every single person who sees you isn’t wishing to take you home—then you’re wrong. So terribly wrong.”

“Then what do you say? How about you make me feel good for a little longer tonight?” I purr.

With a growl he grabs me by the hand, pulling me toward his truck as he unlocks it and opens the back door for me. I climb up with him following close behind, and as soon as he slams the door, I pull him by his shirt to me.

We kiss again, feverishly, wild and messy. His hands are in my hair, on my ass, on my neck as he continues to kiss my lips. Alex traces kisses all over my neck and to my ear before saying, “Here I thought elves were on the nice list.”

“I'd rather be naughty all day,” I whisper, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down until his dick springs free.

“You’re going to kill me, woman,” he groans.

“What a way to go,” I add, grabbing my purse from the floor of the truck and pulling out a condom. I roll it over his dick as he continues to kiss my neck and palm my breasts. He runs his hands all over my body until he makes his way under my dress, pulling my panties down and helping me take them off. The space is awkward as fuck between this giant taking up most of the room and my big ass bumping into everything, but neither of us complains. Our gasps and grunts reverberate through the cabin as we manage to keep our balance and get half-naked.

Once my underwear is off, Alex brings his calloused hands back up my thighs, and squeezing my ass gently he groans, “You have the most perfect ass. It’s a shame it was hiding under all that fabric.” He caresses my hip and the dip right above my pussy as he uses his thumb to slide between my lips and press gently on my clit.

“Oh God,” I whisper at the contact. I know I’m wet; I don’t need to feel his finger sliding in and out easily to know. I can feel my wetness sliding down between my thighs, but it is even hotter when his eyes light up with fire at his discovery.

“So wet, Liv, so hot,” he whispers against my lips as he teases my clit with his thumb and my entrance with two fingers.

“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” I beg, circling my hips against his hand. “Someone could walk by at any time, and then we’d be interrupted. What a shame that would be.”

He picks me up by my hips and I use my hands as leverage. When I feel his dick at my entrance, I slide over it, feeling so full immediately. “Mmm,” I purr.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gaps with a low growl as he uses his hands to tilt my hips forward and back.

I dig my knees into the cold leather seat and bring my hips up, sliding up and down on him—faster and harder, pulling delicious sounds out of his throat. I begin riding him with everything I have and more. It feels so good, it won’t be long before I burst into flames. I continue the movement, reveling in the guttural sounds Alex is emitting, and when he lifts his fingers to pinch my nipples over the fabric of my dress, I arch my back against him and pick up my tempo.

“That’s it,” he growls as he feels my pussy tightening around him. I squeeze my inner muscles tighter as I move up and down, my hands looping around his neck as I pull him closer to me. It takes two more rolls of my hips before I combust and I’m riding the high. I feel him tense and grunt at the same time I let out a moan, and he pushes into me one more time before shaking beneath me.

I slow my pace, stretching the wave of pleasure. Our skin is slick with sweat as our breaths even out, coming down from the most exhilarating high I’ve had in a while.

“What a kiss,” I whisper against his ear, my words earning me a chuckle.

“What a kiss indeed,” Alex replies.

This is when shit always gets awkward, so in order to minimize it, I slide off of his dick as quickly as possible. Without saying a word, I grab my purse and try to climb out of the truck.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing my hand that is on the door handle.

I attempt to brush him off. “It’s okay, Alex. I need to go before it’s midnight and the spell breaks. This was fun, thank you.”

“Can I at least get your number?” he asks, unsure of himself and searching my eyes for answers.

I shake my head. “Honestly? I think it’s best if we just let it be this way. If we ever see each other again, though, I’ll give you my number. Have a good night.” I wink at him and lean forward to kiss him on his beard-covered cheek as I open the truck door and step out.

He sits there with his dick still out and completely dumbfounded as I close the door and make my way into my car. As soon as I’m safely inside, I blast the AC on high. I was shivering before, but that whole exchange has left my skin hot. I drive home happily sated.