Veiled Innocence

Chapter Seventeen

Past…

As I pulled open the car door, I caught the way Addison’s chest heaved with every breath she took, and my cock stiffened. I was sick and tired of worrying about every fucking move I made, and right now I ordered myself to stop.

She was seated in her car with the belt still fastened. Her hand clasped the steering wheel and the other was down her jeans. As she turned her head on the headrest and her eyes found mine, she looked exactly like I pictured she would—a fucking bad girl.

“You like this, don’t you? Me watching you?”

“Yes,” she replied. “You do too.”

“I definitely have no complaints.”

It was clear she knew exactly how to touch herself as a throaty moan emerged. I couldn’t help what I did next any more than I could help the need to breathe.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants then shoved my hand inside and wrapped it around my hard cock.

“Show me,” she said in a voice laced with arousal.

“A little demanding, aren’t we?”

“You want to show me as much as I want to see.”

I stroked her chin, needing to touch her in some way. Addison seemed to have a gravitational force surrounding her, and she continued to pull me in with her curvy fucking body and brazenly dirty mouth.

In the back of my mind, I’d known this would happen when I opened her car door, but for her to want it too? That I hadn’t expected.

Knowing how shaky my resolve was, I firmly told her, “No touching.”

Her eyes locked with mine and the question screaming from them was, why? Instead of answering, because I didn’t have a reason that made sense, I swooped down inside the car, placed my own hand on the wheel and took her mouth with mine. I speared my tongue between her lips, and when she moaned into my mouth, I felt her entire body arch forward.

I tore my lips from hers and reiterated, “No touching.”

She continued writhing in her seat. “Okay, no touching. Show me.”

I brushed my thumb along her wet bottom lip and pushed my pants apart to release my stiff cock. Her eyes focused on my erection and I dipped my index finger into her mouth. As she began to suck me, her hips lifted, and she fucked herself harder.

Her knuckles were white as she held the wheel, and when I pushed a second finger between her lips she took to it as if she knew exactly what I wanted. Finally, when I had to touch myself or fucking die, I pulled my fingers free from her mouth and smeared the pearly drop of pre-come down my impatient cock.

I braced myself against the side of her car as I began to stroke my erection only inches away from her. While she watched me, her fingers slid in and out of her body, and it didn’t take me long. I could feel my climax clawing at me as my balls tightened, and my muscles tensed.

However, it wasn’t until she whispered, “I want to taste,” that I moved like lightning, leaning into the car to unbuckle her.

She was breathtaking. She was beautiful. I was in so fucking deep with her that no one could save me now.

I was so close to coming I was shaking, until he moved and took a step back.

“Come on, Addison. Get out of the car.”

I couldn’t believe he’d stopped, but he had and now he wanted me to. His voice was hoarse as I reluctantly zipped my jeans.

What was going on? Had I done something wrong?

Climbing out, I noticed him righting his own clothes and felt my entire body react. He walked to me, cupped my face and took my mouth.

The kiss was full of heat and sex, and as his tongue rubbed over mine, I moaned at the contact. One of his hands wrapped around my waist as his other tightened in my hair, and I reciprocated by brushing my palm over what had to be a painfully hard erection.

“Damn you,” he admonished. “This, what we’re doing? It won’t end well, it can’t.”

I touched his face, running my fingertips over his cheekbones. “It doesn’t have to end at all. I’d never hurt you.”

With his forehead resting against my own, he shook his head, our noses gently brushing against the other. “You are not the person who worries me.”

“Then who?”

“Everyone else!” he stressed as he released me and turned away. “Fuck, Addison! You’re not stupid or naive. This is wrong!”

“No. This is the only thing that’s right,” I tried to explain as I stepped behind him, feeling my desperation to get through to him riding me. Touching his back, I confided softly, “You’re the first person who sees me.”

He let out a scoff and spun around.

“No one will care. Don’t you get it? No one will even stop to ask as they haul my ass away. This is illegal. Do you understand that?”

“Of course I understand that! I’m not a fucking idiot.” Pointing a finger at him, I asked, “Why are you here, then?”

He pushed his fingers through his hair in frustration, and as the words “Sometimes I have no idea” left his mouth, my anger blindsided me.

I felt the sudden urge to get away from him, so I ran.

I had no idea where I was going, but as I sprinted past the gate his truck was parked in front of, all I knew was that I needed to get away.

I ran out into the field and made my way through the waist-length wildflowers. Miles of them spread out and surrounded me as I continued through the meadow. I could feel my muscles kicking in as if I was on the track, and my breathing found a rhythm.

I was in the middle of nowhere, all alone. Not something new—not by a long shot.

My feet pounded across the soft grass as I became aware of the sounds around me. The birds chirping in the trees, the wind whistling through the branches, and then...the distant footfalls of someone chasing me down.

Grayson.

Feeling my competitive nature kick in, I pushed harder, my legs picking up the pace as I weaved and zigzagged my way through the open space. The adrenaline that coursed through me was heightened by the irritation I felt from his response.

I dashed to the left and heard the crunch of a branch as he closed in on me. I kept running until a firm hand snagged my arm and pulled me around. It happened so fast I lost my footing, and we tumbled down onto the grass beneath us.

Landing with a thud, I grunted at the weight of him on top of me, and I thrashed around under him until he took my arms and pinned them by my head.

“Addison, calm down.”

“Fuck you and your I don’t knows!” I shouted back and bucked my hips up under him. Freeing one of my hands, I brought it up to slap him and caught his cheek. With a grimace, he recaptured my wrist and pinned it again, and this time when he put his weight over me, I felt all of him.

“Stop fucking hitting me, or I swear you will not like the consequences.”

His eyes blazed at me as his hair fell down and concealed our faces from the world.

“Let me go.”

Tightening his grip on my wrist, he hissed, “Not if you’re going to slap me.”

“I won’t.”

With a skeptical look on his face, he asked quietly, “Promise?”

Promising nothing, I told him again, “Let. Me. Go.”

He released my arms cautiously, and I pushed my hands into his hair. Pulling him down, I pressed my eager mouth to his, and when his tongue slid passed my lips, I whimpered and bowed up against him.

As I spread my legs, I marveled at the way his body fit naturally with mine. One of his hands slid down my thigh to my knee and hitched it up over his waist, causing me to gasp and rub myself against him.

“Grayson…” I panted as he lifted his mouth.

“Yes,” was the only word that escaped him as he smoothed my hair away from my face.

“Don’t stop this time.”

He pulled back to kneel beside me, and the struggle on his face was evident—but so was the desire. He undid his pants and I unzipped my jeans, kicking my way out of them. I peeled my thong down and watched as he slid his wallet from his pocket.

“Thought you’d need one of those?”

He brought the silver packet to his mouth and gave me a look that was almost feral before ripping it open and rolling the condom on. I trembled with need as he crawled between my naked thighs and lined up the head of his cock with my aching pussy.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he cursed as he pushed inside me. “I was hoping, Addison. God, I was hoping. I can’t stop thinking about you. About this, even if it’s wrong.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my hand through his hair, holding it away from his angular face. “How can this be wrong?”

He closed his eyes as if it would help before nuzzling in against my neck. His teeth found my skin, and as he bit my shoulder gently, he pushed his hips to mine, thrusting his cock deeper inside me as I cried out.

He had no answers, and as he began to move over me, neither did I.

She was picture-perfect.

As she lay there in the grass with her hair spread out all around her, Addison seemed untouchable—but I was touching her, and I knew I’d eventually pay the price.

When I was chasing her, I’d had one thing in mind—catch her and make her mine. Now here she was underneath me—mine for this moment in time.

I rose up over her, placing my forearms by her head and touched the strands of hair tangled in the flowers and grass.

She resembled a goddess, but as her body tightened around my cock and her mouth parted on a sob, I knew how human she was.

Curling my fingers into the grass and soil beneath us, I continued to move inside her. My cock slid deep as I rolled my hips and then slowly pulled away, drawing out the pleasure before she begged and pleaded for me to do it again.

Her fingers were digging into my ass, her nails no doubt leaving marks in my cheeks as she pulled me closer between her firm thighs.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. Her lips were on my jaw, kissing and licking their way to my ear, where she sucked my lobe and told me, “Harder. I want it harder.”

I cupped her ass, and when her hips pushed up, I squeezed and held her in place.

The second I braced my other hand over her head and began the steady rock of my hips, she was moving. Over and over she rubbed herself against me, brushing against my pelvis with every hard thrust of her hips, and that was it. Anything polite left in me was gone.

Addison was mine, and I was going to fucking have her.

Grayson let go of my ass and planted both hands by my head. That was all the warning I got. After that, he took me—and he fucked me hard.

His hair fell down around us as he bit my bottom lip. His hips began to pump his cock deeper inside me, and the sound that came from him when he pulled out sounded as if he was in pain.

He was beautiful. Like a caged animal finally set free.

The sweat that started to drip down his face and fall from his nose landed on my tongue. When the salty flavor hit my taste buds, I couldn’t help the soft hum it elicited. He growled in response and shoved his tongue into my mouth, and as his hips hammered me into the ground, I knew that I’d never forget this moment.

The afternoon sun was shining, the soft, crushed grass was beneath us, and we were surrounded by pink and white wildflowers. It was primal, it was earthy, and as he threw his head back and shouted, he came inside of me.

Grayson had always seen me, but this was the first time that I’d ever really seen him.