Trey Ch. 05

-Yes, yes, yes, I wailed, I loved this, the excitement of his body on mine, the danger of being caught, the blatant displays of his ownership of me.

Harder and harder he fucked me, pounding my ass, his hips slamming into me, my breasts wobbling all over his console, my juices still splashing everywhere. Turning my head, he kissed me, long and deep—and came in me, throbbing, bursting, grunting as he poured that sweet cream deep into my body. Sweating, shivering with pleasure, moaning at the feel of my body caressing his, he collapsed against me. Regaining his breath, he kissed my cheek, then turned to look out the window, grinning at the audience's response to our privately public session.

-So how was that, baby, he murmured into my ear. Everything you had hoped for? Skimming his hand down my side, he caressed me quickly, sweetly, hugging me close for an instant before shifting back to grab our respective clothing from the far reaches of the truck where they'd been tossed. Hauling me up by my hips, he slid my shaking arms through my bra straps, settling it on me and re-fastening it for me when my hands proved to shaky to do so myself. Likewise he assisted me when the sleeves of my sweater proved to be the 8th mystery of the world. Ever the gentleman, he searched under his seat, found an old, grease-stained beat up brown t-shirt and cleaned the visible residue of cum from between my legs, the brush of soft cotton making me quiver and moan yet again. Finally he had me dressed, smoothed down and presentable, albeit quivery.

Opening the truck door, he helped me step down, holding me tight when my knees threatened to buckle, laughing softly in my ear at my still-dazed expression. Walking me around to the passenger side door, he smiled at the men who still stood there, watching us. I blushed, realizing this group of men knew every aspect of my outfit now, from my lacy garter belt to my demi-cup bra, and had intimately viewed everything those articles of clothing caressed. Quickly surveying me in the dimming light, Trey pulled my clip from my hair and handed it to me, saying that other than my mussed up hair, I'd pass inspection.

His hands stayed on my waist as I raised both my hands, twisting my hair and clipping it, several strands loose around my face now, as I did my best without a mirror. Sliding his hands up over my ribs, he trapped my hands at the back of my head, arching my back and thrusting my breasts outward toward the men still standing there watching. Slipping three buttons loose, quick as a wink, he ran the back of his hand over my exposed skin, making me tremble, making my nipples harden into bullets, my breath catching at the murmur of approval from our audience.

Tugging one side of my bra loose, he slipped his hand in and caressed me before skimming his hand down, pulling up my skirt, and exposing my swollen, glistening pussy to these strangers.

-Mine, he growled, exposing and caressing me there in the parking lot, up against his truck, glaring at any man who dared step any closer.

-Mine, he stated again, defiantly, now covering me back up, caressing me over my clothing, opening the door and helping me in, making sure to squeeze my ass as I stepped up on the running board. Trey deliberately locked my door before closing it, prowling around the truck to slide in on the other side.

Realizing the show was over, our audience dispersed. Trey started up 'his baby' with a fiercely predatory growl, shifted into gear, took my hand in his and finished our drive to the restaurant, which turned out to be only a few blocks away. Ever the gentleman, he opened my door for me, held my hand, and helped me descend from his truck, noticing the flush of passion still staining my cheeks and glowing in my eyes.

And right there, in front of God, the valet and anyone who cared to look, he speared his hand through my hair, pulled my mouth to his and ravished me, searing my soul with the power of his kiss. When he pulled away an eternity later, I whimpered in protest, never wanting this to end.

Brushing back another loosened strand of hair, he murmured that he liked this loose, sexy hairdo, saying it gave me that freshly-fucked look so he adored seeing on me. When my knees buckled yet again, he caught me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.

Tipping his soft, firm lips to my quivering mouth, he placed the gentlest of kisses on me, making me tremble, knowing we needed to stop this public display and go meet my husband who was undoubtedly waiting for us. As I started to turn in his arms, Trey pulled me back to him, cupping my head in his dark, powerful hands, holding me still against him, heartbeat to heartbeat, where I never wanted to leave.

-Mine, he said, quietly, against my lips, looking deep into my eyes and reading my soul, letting me, in turn, read his...