Unravel Me.

Chapter 3.

Ingrid drags me out of the bathroom, my clutch flying down to protect whatever modesty I can. Her grip tightens on my hand as we make it outside and to a town car, the driver already waiting for us outside with the door open. Ingrid scoots in first, and I give the woman an awkward smile.

As soon as I'm inside and the door is closed Ingrid is on me, straddling my waist. I let out a groan when she rolls her hips against me, my cock hardening at the feeling of her in my lap. Her arms rest on my shoulders, her head lulling back as my hands grip her hips helping her to grind against me.

Heat.

I can feel it seeping from between her legs and with every delicious roll of her hips my dress slides further and further up my thighs until my black lace panties are showing.

Ingrid's eyes look down between us, narrowing in on the member between my legs, a smirk slowly crosses her lips. She maintains eye contact with me as her hand reaches between us and begins to palm me over my panties.

Now it's my turn to let my head lull back against the seat "fuck Ingrid" I groan out. My left-hand reaches behind her, squeezing her ass causing a needy whimper to leave her lips.

My hand glides up her back all the way to the nape of her neck my thumb rubbing small circles on the exposed area. My right-hand grips her waist and draws her clothed covered center closer to me.

The hand currently on the back of her neck forces her to make eye contact with me as she grinds back and forth in my lap as I take delight in how blown out her pupils are. I pull her forehead against mine, my lips grazing hers, I listen as she let's out little pants against my lips, cock hardening every time she rubs against me.

"I need to be inside of you" I whisper in the space between us "now" a desperate growl escapes my lips at the thought of her pussys warmth wrapped around my cock.

"Ryder" she breathlessly calls out into the car, and my movements falter. I was so caught up in Ingrid that I forgot we were in the backseat being driven by a stranger, one who's getting one hell of a show right now.

Ingrid can feel my body tense beneath her "Don't worry darling, I pay her well, she sees nothing unless I want her to. She knows nothing unless there's something I want her to know." She whispers against my lips.

I internally swoon at her calling me 'darling' and the way she speaks with such power has my knees weak, if I weren't already sitting down I'd surely topple over.

"Ma'am?" She calls back, voice monotone and devoid of emotion "ETA?" Ingrid pants out "3 minutes out ma'am" she nods, blown pupils focused on me. She slowly pushes herself away from me, looking down I can see the wetness between her legs, even with the black fabric of her suits pants. I grip her hip to pull her back into me and she lets out a raspy laugh.

"If we don't stop now I won't be able to stop when we pull up to the hotel." She leans forward whispering in my ear "besides, I don't want to share the pretty little noises you're going to make for me with anyone else" she kisses my neck, lightly nipping at my jaw. My eyes roll back to my head, my cock twitches in my panties and her eyebrow arches "eager?"

"You have no idea" I mumble out, I'm so painfully hard, I need her hand, mouth, pussy around my cock. Now. "Here." Ryders's voice speaks up, startling me from my thoughts.

"Follow behind me, Hotel Royal is all about privacy, the staff asks no questions." I nod my head, following Ingrid out of the car, she stands in front of me and I take the opportunity to readjust myself.

As we walk through the lobby entrance a member of the staff is already meeting us, handing Ingrid keys to her room. "Good evening Ms...." he gets cut off by Ingrid's hand being raised "thank you, Jeremy, is everything set?" He politely nods "your usual penthouse suite, champagne on ice, and fresh fruit." "Excellent." She says, eagerly snatching the keys from his hand.