Chapter 15
Lakyn grabs my hand as we walk back to the car. It seems to take forever to get to our level in the car park complex.
I let go of him to go to my own door but he’s followed me. Before I know it I’m pushed up against the door of the car. He plants his mouth on mine with such force I’d be knocked down if it wasn’t for the car firmly pressed against my back.
He forces my mouth open with his tongue and I instinctively wrap my hand my hands up in his perfectly slicked back hair. The kiss is intoxicating and I feel like I’m about to pass out from the sudden excitement.
He leans down slightly to grasp both of my thighs with his hands and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he silently demands to.
His hands grip my legs so tight I know there’s going to be bruises there later, but I don’t mind.
He presses himself into me, grinding his hips against my open thighs, and I can feel his erection through his pants.
Of course this man is huge, is there anything he’s lacking in.
He moves his hands from my thighs as the pressure of his body between mine holds me up.
His hands trail from my thighs up to the sides of my body. He gently loosens my shirt to allow him access to my chest. His slow movements are a stark contrast to the passionate kiss that’s still going on between us.
He forces his left hand under my bra and finds my nipple with ease, gently pinching it.
I gasp out at the sudden feeling. He growls at me for breaking the kiss and uses his other hand to wrap his fingers in my hair and forcefully brings my face back to his.
We kiss like this, one hand holding my head in place and the other playing with my nipple. I suddenly feel the sudden panic but I shove it back, demanding it not to ruin this moment.
As it slowly builds we suddenly hear the sound of another car coming up the complex searching for a park; saved by the bell it seems.
A tiny part of me is thankful that it wasn’t me that had to break the kiss. I really need to get over these panic attacks. The other part of me is disappointed at losing the feeling of Lakyn’s lips on mine.
Lakyn pulls away and looks from me to the entrance of this level.
“Fuck.” He whispers against me.
I stay there, unmoving watching him as he watches the entrance. His lips are red and swollen from the kiss; he looks heavenly.
Finally he sees the car as it gets to our level, a level with plenty of parks.
Slowly he releases my hair, brings his hand out from my shirt and lowers me down. He doesn’t let me go fully and remains in front of me, a hand on either side of the car.
He puts his attention on me, slowly leaning down so our foreheads are touching. He gives me a gentle kiss, before leaning in to whisper in my ear;
“Get in the car. We’re not done. We need to get home.”
I nod silently and turn to get in the car as Lakyn walks to his own door.
We sit there in silence until Lakyn has navigated his way out of the parking garage. As we pull out and he begins to drive on the main road he slowly leans over and places a hand on my thigh.
My breath catches at the contact and Lakyn grins to himself at getting this reaction from me.
He slowly starts to trail his hand up. Instinctively my legs close a little. He growls slightly from beside me.
“Open your legs Charlie.”
The man has gone from the gentle Lakyn who took me to brunch to this primal creature before me with one thing on his mind. I comply and open my legs back up to allow him to continue his trail up, and up, and up.
He plays with the hem of my panties, one hand on the wheel, the other between my legs.
“Do you have any idea how badly I have wanted to fuck you this whole time? Do you have any idea what you do to me? When I saw you in this skirt I knew I wouldn’t last without touching you, tasting you.” He tells me.
The hand between my thighs lifts the elastic of my underwear, teasing me, never going under. My heart rate and breathing increase and I don’t think I can take it anymore.
He removes his hand from the hem and instead starts to run his fingers over my underwear.
“Fuck Charlie. You’re so fucking wet. If I could pull over here I would.”
“Please don’t stop Lakyn.” I beg.
He smiles at the lack of volume in my voice. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Finally we make it to his own garage complex. He pulls his hand away to manoeuvre the car in and I whimper at the lack of contact.
What is this man doing to me?
We pull into his car spot and I quickly race out of the car before he can either pull me into his lap or push me up against his car.
As I run out in front of him I taunt him, finding some confidence and control in the situation finally.
“Not this time you don’t!” I tell him, one finger waving at him, telling him off.
As he locks his car he raises his eyebrows, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
“You’ll pay for that attitude.” He tells me, before sauntering over to follow me to the elevator.
I cautiously stay a couple feet in front of him, knowing that if he gets a hold of me he’ll fuck me on the car park floor.
I press the button for the elevator and the doors open immediately. We both step in and Lakyn presses the button for his floor.
As the doors slowly close I realise how screwed I am, and he does too. Before I can tell him we should wait till we get to his apartment he’s got both my hands pressed up against the wall above my head. He puts both of my hands in one of his and with the other he trails his fingers down to my jaw, grabbing it forcefully so I’m looking at him.
He moves my head to the side and begins kissing my neck. Sucking on the skin till I gasp.
“That’s the sound I like.” He breathes into my neck.
He slowly makes his way up to my ear, biting my lobe.
“I need to know you’re fine with this Charlie. I need to know you’re comfortable enough with me to do this. I don’t want to hold back with you Charlie.” He whispers in my ear.
My legs shake at the sound of his voice in my ear begging me to let him have his way.
“I- I can do that.” I tell him.
He pulls back, looking me in the face to see if I’m lying. Content with my answer he nods as well and kisses me passionately. One hand holding my jaw and the other keeping my hands above my head. He oozes control as he lightly presses his fingers into my neck, controlling my airways, choking me slightly. The feeling leaves me lightheaded and gasping for more; but not for more oxygen, more of him.
Finally the bell dings and we’re on his floor. He releases my hands but remains there for a minute to make sure that my legs are still working, grinning at me cheekily the whole time.
He grabs my hand and leads me out and down the corridor towards his apartment. He opens the door and holds it open for me to enter first.
I dart in and make my way past the kitchen and to the couch before he can take me on the carpet.
No matter how hot it is I don’t want our first time to be on the hallway floor.
I plop myself on the couch and turn my body to await for him to come into the lounge area. He slowly saunters in.
“You running away from me is becoming a regular occurrence it seems. What am I going to do about this?” He tells me, in full control of the situation between us.
I can tell he gets off on control. And although he keeps scolding me, I know my cheeky attitude turns him on. He wants to tame that part of me whilst also setting it free. It makes me wet just thinking about it.
Standing before me he slowly takes his shirt off, revealing a number of tattoos spread across his body. They’re all symmetrical, in that whatever is tattooed on one side is reflected on the other. He has the year 1992 tattooed on the centre of his abdomen, just above his belly button. There’s two tigers near his collar bones, and a rose on either hip. On both pecks there’s a cherub, hands outstretched towards each other longingly, but never able to reach. As I sit there gawking at his impeccable body, he’s walking towards me, smiling to himself at my speechless state.
“Like what you see miss?” He asks me.
Before I can answer he’s leant down, grabbing both my calves and pulled me towards him so that I’m lying down on the couch.
With ease and a pace that makes my body scream for him to be quicker, he leans down to place himself on top of me. He traces one hand up to grab the underside of my thigh, lifting it up as he gets comfortable between my legs.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he places his body over and between my own.
He hovers over me, admiring the view below him like a God peers down at his own creation.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He tells me, before lowering himself down to hover his lips over mine.
I try to lean up a little to bring my lips to his but he places his other hand on my chest, pressing me back down.
“I can’t keep up here Charlie. One minute you’re running from me, the next you can’t get close enough.” He teases me. The man oozes control and confidence and it drives me mental.
“Please Lakyn.” I beg once again.
“How bad do you want it?” He asks me.
“So bad, please.” Is all I can seem to get out. My head is spinning at the smell of bubblegum, rain, whiskey and mint that all seem to be pouring out of his skin like a pheromone meant to drive me wild.
He’s about to lean down and kiss me when there’s a knock on the door.
We both pause instinctively. The knock happens a second time, this time louder and more urgent.
“Fuck it. They’ll leave soon anyway.” Lakyn says before turning his attention back to me.
As we begin to kiss we both pause as we hear the words;
“It’s the police. Mr. Carson please open up.”
“Fuck.” Lakyn says, before jumping off of me to retrieve his shirt and answer the door.
I sit up and watch as he leaves me to talk to the police, knowing full well what this is about, and that it’s all my fault.