The Fade

Chapter 3

"Why is so hot?" I finally whisper, pulling at the collar of my school uniform.

Reaching for the button to put the window down, I move to press it when he abruptly stops me.

"Putting the window down will only make it worse." He states.

Abrupt and strict, two things I've never liked, until now that is. What is wrong with me? Instead of lingering on facts or questions, I focus on the now. So I ignore his warning, and I put the window down anyway as he drives quickly through the woods. The wind hits my face and neck, instead of cooling me down, it does something incredibly strange.

My head falls back slightly, my eyes closing and my mouth falls open, in complete ecstasy as pure pleasure rocks my body. Instead of being freaked our or worried, I find myself completely lost, indulging in the torturous pleasure.

"Shit." I hear a low growl.

In a flash the window is up and my body is being lifted from the passengers side. Even as he moves me into his lap, I feel no panic. If anything the way he's able to do gracefully move me only serves to please me more.

Opening my eyes, I stare up at his crystal blue orbs, full of hunger and torment. One hand remains on the wheel, knuckles white while the other remains on the heat shaft. He's stiff, unmoving as I remain on his lap.

"Am I hurting you?" I whisper, my voice refusing to speak clearly.

"No." He grunts.

"Why do you look like you're in pain?" I whisper softly, like velvet as I shift slightly on his lap.

Without thinking i place my hand on his chest, under his navy suit jacket, over the white crisp shift underneath. He shudders briefly, to which my body hums in delight.

"You smell exquisite, little wolf." He huskily mutters, teeth grinding together as if to control his urges.

Wolf?

Part of my brain tells me to breath, to focus and ask him who he is and what the hell is happening. For a moment I side with the rational part of myself, until he shifts gears and brushes my knee with his hand. Instant heat washes over me with his touch, like a personal flame. Yet I feel a little less hot being closer to him.

Breathless, I rest my head against his chest, trying to not rip his clothes off and get pregnant in a car with a complete stranger.

A small bump in the road has shocks shooting through my core, my hands fist his suit jacket, and I groan quietly. Clenching my thighs together, I squeeze my eyes shut as the road only gets bumpier by the second. Every dip, every jolt and turn, completely tortures my body, wrecking havoc on my nerves.

"Stop the car!" I finally demand, completely breathless, unable to withstand the pleasure anymore.

"We're almost there." He gruffly growls.

"I said stop!" I snap, moaning like a whore against his chest, my knuckles white as I grip onto him for dear life.

Immediately the man pulls to the side of the road, the car stopping in the middle of the forest. Completely surrounded by trees and nature, not a single person within miles of us.

I take a couple of deep breaths, hoping the heat and urge for release will fade, it doesn't. The man remains stiff, neither of us moving for a long time.

"It's not going to stop, is it?" I manage to say, even talking seems to excite my body.

"I'm afraid not, little wolf." He whispers huskily, his tone hungry.

My heart jumps, my body searing with lust. I throw all caution to the wind, simply unable to withstand this cruelty, whatever it is.

He grabs me by my waist, pulling me close. I don't resist, I know what's about to happen. My eyes intensely gaze into his, expecting him to kiss me. He doesn't.

"Ever been kissed, Ronnie?" He whispers against my mouth instead.

I shake my head no, my lashes fluttering in time with my heart as I look up at him expectantly. My chest heaves against his. I want him to kiss me, so badly.

"Do you want to be?" He taunts huskily, and I nod my head.

He raises his thick finger to my lips, trailing it across my cheeks, my chin, pressing down on the centre of my pouty mouth. I expected a sweet and innocent first kiss. To my surprise and delight, he doesn't do PG 13. He's one hundred percent rated R.

"Do something." I plead, flushing twenty shades of scarlet as our lips part, my mouth throbbing slightly as if bruised.

"If I do something, I won't be able to stop." He admits gruffly, warning me.

My eyes water, frustration and pain overwhelming me. Not giving my body what it desires most is becoming unbearable, uncomfortable and painful.

"I didn't tell you to." I breathe.

"You don't know why you're saying." He states, his deep voice guarded with coldness.

My hands unbutton his shirt without permission, uncaring for what he just think of me, or what people will think if they find out. Usually my crazing is ice cream and cookies, but this time it's a man that my body literally finds irresistible, I'm incapable of fighting this lust.

"It hurts." I whimper, my palms sliding under his shirt to his bare chest, the contact spreading slight relief through my entire body.

The man releases a low growl, one that I feel through every atom in my body. His hands move in a flash, abruptly grasping my waist and pulling me up onto my knees. Climbing over his thick muscular thighs, I somehow make the tiny space work as I quickly remove my tie and shirt, tossing them carelessly to the side as the man pulls me closer. His large hands grasp my hips, teasing my skin while his teeth bite at the swell of my boobs.

Moaning quietly, my eyes close on their own accord, my fingers tangling in his hair as I enjoy the feeling of his hot mouth moving up towards my neck. He nips and sucks at my flesh, to which my body trembles at, until his tongue leaves a trail of scorching fire straight from my throat to my cleavage. Immediately I feel the urgency, the sheer want and pure desire.

Reaching down I quickly get to work on his belt, ignoring how he attempts to slow me down. In a matter of seconds he joins in on my frenzy, seeming to give in to his primal urges.

His large tan hand disappears under my skirt, fingers moving up the side of my thigh, burning my flesh. He abruptly rips the panties right off my body, the small sting of pain only has me moaning. My hand presses against his hard bulge, my body trembling with anticipation and excitement.

No words needed to be spoken as our moans and cries do the work. I completely loose myself in the freedom and pleasure he gives me, soon finding myself underneath him in the back seats, gasping, crying out as he bites against my flesh with every thrust. Dominating my body in a way that not only satisfies me, but has me almost passing out in delight. The fact that I've been saving myself for the right person doesn't faze me, it's like nothing except this man matters anymore.

Only him.