Four

Declan’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles almost white. I stared at his hands as he swerved through the midnight traffic. I couldn’t believe I was going home with someone I had just met. I was letting him drive me to God knows where just because…he was hot, and I wanted to have sex with him?

This would be my first ever one night stand.

I couldn’t believe this hot older man was attracted to me. But I wasn’t complaining. He kind of looked like he could…show me a great time.

Declan had asked me to inform Cassie that I was leaving with him. And I had. And then she had squealed like a little girl in the middle of that bar.

“So,” I began, “Uh…what do you do?”

He spared me a side glance. “Research,” he said, the answer short but enough. So he was smart, too. He looked like a hot version of one of those smart guys who would casually discover a few more planets.

“What about you?” He asked.

“I’m a student.” I said. His eyebrows raised. “I mean…a grad student.”

He smiled a little, making a dramatic effort to breathe a sigh of relief.

I turned my whole body to face him as he drove, a smile playing on my lips as I looked up at him with my best doe eyes. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. I am still a lot younger than you.”

“How old are you, then?” He asked.

“Twenty three.”

“I’m thirty two. Nine years. Is that a problem for you?”

“Well…are you going to fuck me like an old man?”

He was surprised at my question. He wasn’t expecting me to be so…straightforward. He chuckled deeply. “Aren’t you eager, Willow?” He said slowly. One hand of his left the steering wheel and lightly stroked the skin on my thigh, “What if I’m just taking you home to have a drink and talk?”

“We both know you aren’t.”

His lips were on me the second we were out of the car. He pulled me into a kiss right in the parking lot of his building, pulling me close to him by my waist and capturing my mouth with his.

He grabbed my hand, dragging me to the elevator. He continued to kiss me inside the elevator, his hands tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss, pushing me against the wall. “You have a penthouse?” I breathed when the doors opened. He didn’t respond to it. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging on it till I looked up

at him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured.

He let go gently, letting me look around his apartment. It was beautifully decorated. Modern and posh. Did researchers make this much money?

“You have a really nice house.” I gushed, “Like…really nice.”

“I’m glad you like it. Do you want a drink?”

I nodded. He walked over to a large bar area near the living room. He poured a glass of gin, handing it to me. I took a large gulp of the drink. It burned as it went down my throat.

“I had so much to drink today. I’m going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow.”

He watched me as he sat down on a couch. He even sat in the most attractive, the most masculine way. I walked over to him, making sure my hips sashayed, and my heels clunk on the floor. He held me by the hips lightly. I pressed my glass to his lips, and he drank from it slowly until I pulled it back up to my lips.

I felt Declan’s hand on my thigh, “Spread your legs,” he ordered. I spread them a little, and his fingers pressed on my inner thigh. They made their way up as he softly touched my panties. I shivered as his fingers pressed into the heat of my core. “You’re wet,” he said. “I haven’t even touched you yet, dove.”

He lightly teased the edge of my panties, his finger barely slipping inside. But I felt the corner of his finger on my skin. It made me breathe quickly.

“Do you want my fingers?” He asked, as if it was the most normal question in the world.

“Y-yes.”

“Where?”

I bit my lip, “You know where.”

His fingers danced lower, slowly, till he was stroking me right above my knee. “Here?”

I shook my head. His fingers traveled further up. Still on my thigh. “Here?”

“Please. Inside me.”

He pressed a kiss on my thigh. “Good girl,” he said, “I like it when you use your words.”

He dipped one finger inside my panties, lazily stroking between my sex, feeling the wetness, spreading it around.

He found my clit easily, and lightly flicked it. I gasped softly. He pushed the gusset of my panties to the side, and lightly captured my clit between his thumb and finger, rolling it between them. It made me moan, which seemed to please him.

Still touching my clit, he used his other hand to slip a finger inside me. Slowly, torturously, pushing it deeper bit by bit. When his finger was inside me to the hilt, he moved it a little, pushing in and out of me. It was slow. It was torture. I needed more of him.

But he leisurely pumped away, watching my face as he played with me. At some point, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and it made his eyes darken. He pulled out of me without making me cum.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.