Blindsided

Chapter 5

Holy shit. What am I doing?

I pull away from Jason, enough to look him in the eye. He sits there staring at me, lips still pursed from the kiss.

"I'm sorry," I say, backing away from him.

"Don't be."

He locks his legs around my body, keeping me in place. I glance back up at him as his hands land on my waist.

"I was giving you all the signals, Kate."

I smile. I could sense his forwardness with me, and now I understand his reasoning for it.

"What if I told you that I want to do more than kiss you?" I whisper into his ear.

I feel his body tense up around me as his fingers begin drawing small circles on the small of my back. This makes me giggle; he knows I'm ticklish.

"What if I told you I want you to fuck me in the backseat of your car?" I whisper, this time touching my lips to his ear.

His hands stop moving. I pull away and see his shock-filled face, which relaxes when I meet his gaze. I can see the hunger in him, the desire to have what I just offered.

"Kate, I-"

"I'm going to take these," I say, grabbing his car keys from his pocket, "and wait for you in the car. Come find me once you settle up here."

His legs let go of my body, allowing me to make my escape. I can feel his eyes on me as I make my way to the door, so I look over my shoulder one last time before heading outside.

I slip into the backseat of Jason's car unnoticed. What's great about Toronto's nightlife is that most people uber or bus, so the small parking lot is practically empty. I begin undressing, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor.

Am I actually doing this?

I've only ever had one one-night stand, and it wasn't the best time. I'm not saying the sex wasn't decent, but it was strange. The fact that people can find partners on apps is just baffling to me. What happened to going out and meeting someone?

The sound of footsteps outside the car gathers my attention. When Jason opens the door, his eyes land on me, admiring my half-naked body from across the vehicle. Before getting in, he removes his fitted sweatshirt, revealing his rock-hard, chiseled body.

That wasn't there fifteen years ago.

He shuts the door gently before turning his attention to me. The exposure of his body fuels my hunger for him. I lean in, allowing his lips and hands to explore the contours of my body. With an effortless flick of his fingers, he unclasps my bra, exposing my breasts. He rubs his soft fingers over my nipples, causing them to go hard, which makes me grow even more impatient.

I want him inside of me.

My fingers begin grasping at the button on his jeans, which he assists me in removing. He's already hard, which excites me. I didn't want to waste time sucking him to get him going.

"You have a condom, right?"

"Yes," he says, gently pushing me aside.

He opens the center console and pulls out an entire strip of condoms.

"Why on earth do you have that many condoms in your car?" I say as I'm removing my pants.

"I told you, I don't get out much."

"Well then, more for me I guess."

I begin kissing Jason's neck as he puts the condom on. His length is more impressive than it was fifteen years ago, and I'm sure he's learned a new thing or two.