Chapter Twenty-Seven

The rest of the journey to Ken’s house went without a hitch.

By the time they had rested enough and gotten themselves back, Ken had restarted the engine and reversed the car back into the main road. Meanwhile, Adaeze straightened her gown as he too shoved his now softened manhood back into his boxers.

Neither of them said anything for the remainder of the journey, they would just cast glances at each other, and when their eyes met they would chuckle and look away at once.

Everything was still surreal for Ada, she had just initiated a car sex, a quickie, and it had gone wonderfully well. She was looking forward to finding out the other things the rest of the night had to offer.

This was the first time she was having sex in a car, she would have to try it out again sometime in the future. It was the best. Although she was sure that what had added the thrill to it was doing it on an open street, where people were walking about freely. The risk of getting caught, knowing everything she stood to lose if this thing blew up in her face, that risk had added thrill for her.

It had been risky and dangerous. She had been thinking with her hormones and not her brains, and it could have gone really bad. Thank God that a lot of people in this part of the world preferred to mind their own business, if not they would have been a little busy trying to explain to a crowd of people and cameras why they were choosing to have sex in a public place when they could just as easily go home.

Well, thankfully, it had happened without a hitch and she had enjoyed it immensely. And now, she was wondering when she would do it again. It might not even be with Ken, maybe Femi. She was not sure yet, it was just an idea that was brewing in her head. In time she would see just how far she would take it.

Because she highly doubted that her fiancée would enjoy having sex in a car. He just did not roll that way. He would prefer sex the traditional way, in the bedroom and on the bed. Yeah, the boring way. She would have to change that narrative once they got married. Every room and flat surface in their house would become a temporary bed for fucking. That way, she highly doubted her marriage would be boring.

Finally, Ken swerved the car into an estate. They drove past the gates before she had a chance to see the name of the estate. He honked his horn twice for the security and they waved his through.

This was a quiet and reserved neighborhood, the noise and madness off the major roads were absent here, the roads were neatly tarred and each house was brightly lit up. It would be a good place to have a night stroll indeed.

Finally free of the traffic, Ken pumped the pedal and they sped off into the depths of the estate until he eventually drove into his compound. Like majority of the houses in the estate, they were not fenced and so they had no gates. So he simply drove through and parked before his house.

“Okay,” he muttered as he killed the engine. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

It was a bungalow, painted a color that seemed to be either yellow or cream. She could not tell for sure seeing as it was night and the only source of light was the security one and that was a fluorescent bulb. It had a verandah that was protected by burglary proof bars. The compound was just as neat as the rest of the estate, the ground was covered with interlocking blocks and they somehow just seemed to go with the color of the house.

Everywhere was quiet. Not dead silent as if there was no one else around, just the comfortable type of quiet. She could hear sounds from the neighboring houses that indicated that people were living there. The estate was just so comfortable, she was already sure she would spend the night.

She stepped out of the car just as he did the same, the slap of the doors as they shut them reverberated into the night. He led the way to the house and she followed him. He fished out a bunch of keys and unlocked the bars, and then he walked in. He held it open for her and she walked in after him. He locked it once more and hung the key on a hook on the wall.

“Let us go inside,” he told her.

The inside was like a cocoon on its own, once he closed the door behind them he seemed to shut the rest of the world outside. All that mattered then was just the two of them. The first thing she noticed about the house was that he was also using the same brand of air freshener that he was using in his car. She liked the smell indeed, in some weird way it fit him.

“Come on, get comfortable.” He told her as he gently guided her into the house with his hand on her waist.

His house was tastefully furnished, the floor was covered in white tiles, with the walls painted white as well. But the curtains and couches were of cream color, giving the living room an easy view. There was a large smart TV pinned to the wall, because of its size, it was tilted downward for the best viewing enjoyment. There was also a sound system, but all she could see were speakers and speakers. There was one particularly big one that was blinking a blue and red light.

She lowered herself into the longest couch and got comfortable, crossing her legs at the ankle.

“Uhm… would you like me to get you anything?” He asked as he picked up the TV remote and pulled up Netflix.

She thought about that for a while, since she ate in the restaurant she had not eaten again. But she was not hungry just yet, matter of fact, food was the last thing on her mind. What she wanted was to feel that his manhood one more time.

“Nah… I am good.” She replied with a smile.

“Okay… just give me a moment okay?” He put a movie for her and walked out of the living room. He was going round the house to turn on all the security lights outside and also turn off the lights that were not being used inside. He also turned on the air conditioners, filling up the house with cold air immediately.

When he returned to the living room, Adaeze had gotten comfortable indeed. She was watching the television, with her legs folded on the couch, her purse laid abandoned beside her on the couch. He shook his head, she was such a sight.

Without saying anything, he settled down beside her, and she snuggled closer to him while he put his arms around her. The house was filled with the sound of the movie, the speakers giving it all in surround sound.

About five minutes after joining her, Ken’s hand began to fondle her breast.

“I thought we were doing Netflix and chill?” She asked.

“This is usually the end result of that,” he told her as he caressed her breast through the material of the gown she was wearing.

She tried to focus on the movie she was watching but what he was doing was already beginning to distract her, “have you seen this movie before?”

“Hmm… yeah I have.” He muttered as he squeezed her breast, eliciting a short gasp from her.

“Is it interesting?” She asked him, her voice barely above a whisper as her breath was catchy.

“Yes, it is.”

She turned to him then, “that is all I need to know.”

She placed her hand between his thighs and felt his manhood that was already hard, lying there forlornly, “you are packing quite a lot here, mister.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked.

She straddled him then, sitting astride his laps as she backed the TV and began to kiss him. The kiss they were sharing was long and passionate. It was full of fire and she felt it burn every fiber of her being. He took off her gown and revealed her naked body, her breasts were full and her nipples were hard with arousal. They were calling to him.

“Oh hell…” he let out a groan as he began to suck on one of them.

“Shit… oh yes!” She cried out as she pressed his head into her chest, enjoying the way he used his teeth and his tongue on her.

She pulled away from him long enough to take off his shirt, she wanted to feel his bare skin against hers. They kissed again, she leaning fully into him so that her breasts were crushed against his chest. He held onto her as if he was never going to let her go, grabbing her behind and squeezing it with all he had.

She let out a sigh, tilting her head as he gave her a light bite on her neck. Their hands were all over each other, and the more they fed off each other the more they wanted.

Ken shifted on the couch and changed their position, laying her on it. Her face was flushed with arousal as she looked up at him, her chest was heaving with the strength of her breathing. He stepped away from her and began to tug at his belt. Soon, the trouser was pooled around his ankles and he stepped out of it. Standing stark naked before her. His manhood was hard and engorged, the veins that were on it stood out and she could almost count them. It was so beautiful she felt herself salivating already from the thought of tasting it.

She felt a tingle when she knew this thing was going inside her. She could not wait.

But he did not approach her just yet, instead he stepped away from her.

“Give me a second,” he said to her.

Confused, she sat up and watched as he walked out of the living room and made his way to the dimly lit passage where there was a deep freezer.

“Oh shit…” she muttered as he opened it, knowing what was coming next. She watched as he pulled out a bowl that was full of ice cubes. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Hell no,” he told her. “I prepared this in advance for you, now you will just lie down like a good girl and take it.”

“Damn…” she groaned, but she really wanted it. She wanted everything he would do to her. She was willing to experience it all.

She laid back on the couch as he dropped the bowl on the floor beside the couch.

“I am about to blow your mind, baby.” He told her.

Then he leaned over once more and claimed her lips in a kiss, the kiss was deep and sensual, as if they were pouring everything they had into that erotic dance of their tongues. Then he reached over and took one cube.

As he continued kissing her, he placed the cube between her breasts, running the ice cold block back and forth. Her body jerked as she felt the pleasure spike through her.

Ken pulled away from the kiss, while she grabbed onto the handle of the couch for balance as he caressed her boobs with one hand and ran the ice along with the other. She let out a deep sigh as she felt a tremor in her honeypot.

Then from there, he began a downward journey along her body. He went on a straight line from her breasts, placing soft butterfly kisses and then placing the cube, sending shards or pleasure ripping through her. He ran it over her wrists, the insides of her elbows, behind her knees. By the time he was on her second knee, her entire body was shaking from what he was doing to her.

“Please…” she groaned, not even knowing what she was begging for as he continued the trip with the ice cube.

The one in his hand was already melted so he picked another one and began to run it across her thighs, planting kisses and licking the path as he closed in on her honeypot. She was jerking and trashing, unable to control the way she was reacting.

And eventually, he got to his destination. He used the ice to touch her sensitive spot ever so lightly.

“Oh damn!” She screamed as a heavy spasm shot through her.

He removed the ice and then replaced it with his tongue, licking all her juices as he also used his teeth to tug lightly at her.

“Damn…” she groaned. The change in temperature was making her all the more sensitive to it all and it was just so powerful.

He applied the ice again, and then his tongue. Alternating the use over and over, getting her higher and higher until the orgasm she had been trying so hard to fight suddenly hit her.

She cried out loud as she trashed in the couch while she came hard. She was breathing hard and fast, staring at him in wonder. But he was not done, he returned what was left of the cube to the bowl and then climbed the couch. He turned her around so that her sexy behind was pointed at him.

Then without any warning, he slammed into her.

She let out a squeal as he filled her up in an instant, clutching onto the hand of the couch as he pulled out again and slammed into her behind.

“Damn! Oh yes!” She groaned as she closed her eyes, enjoying what he was doing to her. He increased the pace and continued to ram her, his body slapping hard against hers and she was pushing herself against him, moving in tandem with his strokes, “yes! Harder!!”

He pressed her further into the couch, causing her to arch even further as he continued to give it to her. He was filling her up, and each stroke was hitting things left and right. Soon, she was no longer crying or screaming, she was whimpering, her body quaking from the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Her breasts were flying about from their movements and he reached out and grabbed one, squeezing it as he kept on plowing her, giving her for all he was worth.

He was grunting hard as he reached out, still ravaging her and took another ice cube. She watched him, wondering what on earth he was going to do.

“What…” she tried to ask but his deep strokes kept cutting her words short. She was powerless to stop him when he reached around her and placed the cube on her sensitive spot. “Oh my God!”

Her body seized up, the pleasure was just intense there was no way she could contain it. Something was happening to her, it was strange and it had never happened before. Something was changing and she could feel it as if it was in a slow motion flick.

Ken did not stop battering her with his manhood, he held her waist steady as he kept the cube to her sensitive spot and his hand on her boobs while still slamming into her.

“Damn… what the hell are you doing to me?” she groaned as she felt it build up. She was about to cry when she realized nothing could come out of her mouth, it was just too much she could not take it anymore. She pushed away from Ken just as everything exploded.

She screamed to the high heavens as she fell on her side, whitish hot liquid spewed from her honeypot, shooting into the air. Some of it splashed on Ken’s face and the rest went on the couch, on the floor, and on the center table.

She was jerking and quaking as if she was being delivered from the possession of a demon. She was crying and screaming throughout as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her mercilessly. She slipped from the couch and landed on the floor, still shaking like someone that was being electrocuted.

And eventually, she grew quiet and lay still.

Ken was watching her, a shrewd smile on his face, she was looking at him in confusion, “what the hell did you do to me?”

“Come on Ada, you did not tell me you were a squirter.”