Entanglement (Extended Scenes)

The Cab Ride

A/N: this chapter goes with episode 3 of  Entanglement  on Episode!

"Lex yeux sur la route, ne regardez pas derrière". His flawless French rolled off his tongue like pure poetry, only adding to his already incredible charm.

As he talked to the driver, he had no idea how much I was fantasizing about him. I mean how could I not? He had given me many reasons all night to think about the things he could do to me in private. I couldn't help myself from thinking about the not so innocent touches we exchanged all night.

Thinking about how every time he'd take a sip of his drink at the bar, his hand would brush over my thighs and he'd lean over to whisper something in my ear. How his hand would linger on my lower back all night as we roamed the streets of Paris. How he kissed my neck and slid his hand under my top on our way up to that beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower.

I was surprised we had lasted that long without jumping each other's bones, but mainly I'm not surprised we got into this cab together. Because now I'm certain this night is about to be everything I've been fantasizing about the past few hours.

After sliding a couple of hundred bucks to the cab driver, John leaned back in his seat and brought his face closer to mine. Lifting my chin up with his fingertips so our lips were just barely brushing.

"What did you say to him?" I chuckled, genuinely curious as to what was said in my presence.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled, looking at my lips and brushing a strand of hair out of my face. Moving his hand to my neck, he pulled my head closer and kissed me. Pushing my back into the seat and deepening the kiss, he explored my mouth with his tongue as he caressed the back of my neck.

The thrill of being in a cab with a guy I'd just met, who made me burn inside like no other was almost overwhelming; I haven't felt like this in years. With Oliver it's always been automatic, as if sex was what we were supposed to be doing, not something we both throughouly enjoyed.

I was so lost in thought and in our kiss that I didn't notice John's hand moving to my thighs and raising my skirt up to my hips. Brushing his fingers over my bare skin and sending chills all over my body.

I gasped once he started dragging his fingers over my panties, waiting for permission to go ahead. I lifted my hips up, granting him a chance to pull my panties down. He smiled at me, but instead of simply taking them off he ripped them open  and pushed a finger inside me.

"Fucker." I whispered through gritted teeth. He knew damn well what he was doing, and in all honesty, I didn't mind; I made a promise to myself to completely enjoy tonight with no reservations.

He worked his finger in and out of me, brushing over my clit while adding another finger to his sweet torture inside of me. I rolled my hips upwards to meet his fingers, moaning softly into his mouth as he quickened his pace.

Feeling I was close to climax, he lowered his lips to my ear. "You're not going to cum until I say you can. Understood?" I gasped at his demand, not expecting such thing from someone like him. But if he wants to play that game, he found the right woman to play it with.

I nodded, smiling at him and throwing my head back. The driver asked for instructions from time to time, and John never stopped once his work on me to give them. With every word said, he drove  his fingers even deeper inside of me. Shit, his French only turned me on even more.

He continued his movements at a maddeningly slow pace as he nuzzled his lips on my neck. As his other hand moved to brush my hair out of my face, I grabbed his thumb and brushed it over my lips before engulfing it in my mouth, sucking on it. God, I've always been good at this, but why do I feel so intimidated by him? As if no matter what I'm doing he'll always have the upper hand.

"You have to try harder if you want to tease me." He inserted another finger inside of me, making my breath hitch in my throat. I was on the brink of my orgasm as his three fingers sunk deep to my core, and I tried to remind myself of what he said, "don't cum until I tell you to."

Taking control again, raising my chin to meet his face, he kissed me one more time. This time more passionately than before as our tongues fought for dominance. As the kiss went on, I took it as an opportunity to tease him, but do it right this time. I let my hand fall to his pants and dragged my fingers delicately over his erection, palming him over his clothes.

"Don't underestimate me." I taunted as he cursed under his breath, keeping my hand on his crotch and caressing him slowly.

To my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and moved it away from him. "Try that again and you won't be cumming tonight". With that I felt a fourth finger make its way to my slit. I couldn't suppress the loud moan from escaping my lips this time.

"I won't- I won't try that again- promise." My words scattered as he pumped his fingers harder than before. I was aching for a release, and there was no way I was letting him go. "Can I cum yet?" I asked, looking at him with innocent eyes, but deep inside I was desperate for my orgasm.

"Say please first." 

His teasing was intoxicating, almost addictive. I didn't want it to stop, even though my body was aching for him.

"Please."

"There you go." He worked his magic and within seconds I was coming apart all over his fingers.  My legs shaking as he raised his hand to my mouth. I gladly parted my lips to taste myself on his fingers, but instead he brought them to his own lips and sucked every single drop of me off of them. I chuckled softly, throwing my head back and thinking to myself how it was possible for him to get even more perfect.