Chapter 15: Someone's Ride
She let him lead her out the door and around the corner. He opened the back door of a gigantic black truck.
She stepped up onto the running board and wobbled backward. He caught her by her ass and helped her in. Just as tight as I remember.
He climbed in after her.
"So, what is this all about? I hope you're not trying to abduct me because I will make sure that you will never procreate," she asked.
"When you were in high school, didn't you ever make out in the backseat of someone's ride? And I would never try to abduct a fucking Marine. I wouldn't mind taking you out sometime."
She looked at him. "I think it may have happened a few times," she said. "Dean, I just want to make something clear. This changes nothing between us. Tomorrow, I will treat you as I did today, yesterday, and the day before."
"I figured that was going to be the deal. But I want to say something, and you most likely will not remember it anyway. Allie, I like you. I genuinely like you. There is some connection between us, maybe even potential."
"I don't do relationships, even if I agree there is potential. Now, shut up and kiss me already."
"Does that mean you think there is potential?" he asked.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you at that crime scene. Your adorable little ass in those black suit pants. The yellow FBI letters stretched across your back, your broad shoulders. You turned around, and I knew that I had to have you. Your beautiful eyes, your smile with your perfect teeth, and the way your cheekbones made your eyes squint slightly. The smell of your cologne. God, I love the smell of your cologne. There's something about you, Dean, that makes me wet."
HOLY SHIT! Did she really just say that! This is going to hurt like hell, but I'll deal with that in the morning.
He swallowed hard. "You mean sweat. Something about me that makes you sweat?"
She ran her hand up his inner thigh. She could feel him getting hard. She smiled coyly. It felt familiar beneath her hand. She thought she would remember something magnificent such as that. "Just like I said. To the right. And no, I didn't misspeak. I said wet. I meant wet."
"Are you sure you want to do this? I know you might forget this or some of this, but I need to know. I don't want to take advantage of your condition."
"Cowboy, I am taking advantage of you. I'm preying on your emotions. You hope that we have potential. I need to know if you are sure you want to do this," she said.
She loved his face. There was the shape of his face, the curves of his lips, even his ears.
"Allie. I wanted to do this even before meeting you." The words 'I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You' from Savage Garden ran through his head.
She looked into his captivating green eyes. She felt her heart melt just a little.
He slid his hand around her neck and gently pulled her close. "Come here," he said in a hushed tone. He brought their lips together and kissed, eyes closed, their tongues softly brushing against each other. She pulled back and softly kissed the corners of his mouth, along his jawline, on his neck, under his ear, moving down slowly. He leaned his head back on the seat, giving her better access. So much for not being soft and romantic like she told him the last time they were together.
In a soft, almost murmur, she heard him say something.
"Let me in. Let me love you."
His words broke her heart. He was getting attached to her. Was she making a mistake? She was playing a dangerous game with his heart.
He watched as they approached a large black truck. He saw him help her into the back and follow her in closing the door behind them. Their silhouettes were visible through the front window. They sat there for a while. They must have been talking. He was about to walk away when he saw her move. He watched her lift herself and what he assumed was to sit on his lap. She took her hair down. He could see the hair fall. It was long. He couldn't see much more, but that was enough. He saw her head tipped back. He couldn't watch this anymore. He had somewhere to be someone else to watch. He dared and walked slowly by the truck; glancing over, he saw the windows were tinted dark black. You could not see in. He did not know what they were doing. At least the truck wasn't rocking.
"Dean, I think…"
"You have no idea how much I love you when you say my name," he quickly corrected himself. " I mean, I love it when you say my name."
She moved closer to him. "I just think…
"Please don't think right now, Alexsandra," he said.
He reached up and removed the clip from her hair. It cascaded down, and the scent of coconut filled his nose. He inhaled deeply.
"I love it when you have your hair down. It's so long and beautiful."
"When have you ever seen me with my hair down?" she asked, tossing her hair with her fingers."
He weaved his fingers through it. Avoiding the question, he pulled her into him and kissed her, putting his tongue into her mouth slightly more vigorously this time. He put his hands on her back and pulled her in as tight as he could, almost as if to absorb her into him. He moved his mouth to her chin, then her throat over her neck. He nibbled on her ear. She sighed and let out a slight sound of pleasure.
She moved and swung her leg over him, sitting on top of him. She decided not to suggest they stop. She didn't want to. She wanted to be with him. She could feel the physical yearning aching inside of her.
He was firm beneath her. He wanted her, this, so badly. Why is he doing this to himself?
He stopped. "Maybe we should stop," he declared.
He grabbed her hips. He was pressing his hips upward, firmly holding her in place.
"If that's what you want to do, you are making it virtually impossible to agree with that suggestion."
"Good point," he said, relaxing his hips.
"If you want to stop Dean, then we can stop."
Screw it. He is a glutton for punishment when it comes to her.
"Dear God, no."
"Is someone playing hard to get?"
"I do want to play, and I am getting very hard," he smiled a sly smile.
He reached down, his hand "accidentally" rubbing against her. She was hot. He unbuttoned her pants.
"Why, Special Agent Carron, I thought we were going to just kiss," she teased.
"Alexsandra, we can keep kissing the entire time if you want to," he said.
Oh, she liked the sound of her name coming from his lips. "OK, but do you truly want the only time we're together to be in the back of your truck? We can go back to my place. This will be the only time, Cowboy, not that I won't like the ride any less."
"Alexsandra, I won't be able to make it to your place, no matter how close you may live. Unless you live in the bed of this truck, it's too far. So I don't mind at all." Supposedly, the last time was a one-time thing. Look where we are now, having a glorious one night only again.
She slid to the side of his lap. She struggled in the cramped back seat to remove her pants.
He pulled his pants down past his thighs to his knees.
"Isn't that going to wrinkle your cashmere pants from Burgdoff Goodman?" she teased.
"That's why dry cleaners were invented, and right now, I don't fucking care."
"Why, Cowboy, you used a naughty word. I've never heard a word like that come out of your mouth before."
Hearing him swear turned her on. It showed his lust and intensity.
"So unlike a southern gentleman. Is someone exercising bad judgment? Are you sure doing this isn't just a result of bad judgment? I'm going to ask one more time. Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.
"Are you? You seem to be trying to talk me out of this."
"I've never been surer of anything in my life," she said.
"Me too. Now get on this cowboy and ride beautiful."
He told her as he grabbed her by the waist and helped her mount him. He cradled her ass as she sat down on his lap. His cock was hot and hard. She moved her hips, spreading her wetness all over him, making him slick. He manipulated her hips, grinding her faster and harder against him. Their moans filled the truck.
"Allie, I need to feel you inside me. I can't wait any longer. Put me inside you."
She got on her knees and took him into her hand, hovering over it, teasing her entrance with the velvety head.
"Holy fuck Allie. Keep it up, and I am going to come before you even put me in." With his hands still on her ass, he spread her open wide and helped ease her down onto him.
"God, you are so fucking thick."
"And you are so fucking tight." Exactly how I remember.
She soaked in the feeling of him, and she gyrated her hips, screwing him into her. Inch by painful inch, she felt her walls opening to accommodate his hard erection. She was halfway down and then dropped down on the rest of him. He wasn't expecting it. It was a magnificent feeling. Her eyes rolled back; her eyelids fluttered. She took a deep breath and let it out while she tried to bury him deeper into her. She wanted more, she needed more, she longed for more.
Dean moaned. "You have no idea how good your pussy feels wrapped around my dick." They were skin to skin, her clit rubbing gently on his pelvis.
She put her mouth to his ear. "See, baby, you do make me wet."
She called him baby. It sounded so precious, like a word spoken by an angel. She lifted herself slowly onto her knees and then glided back down. He was looking down, watching. It was the living definition of erotic. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest.
"You are as spectacular as I thought it would be."
It was utterly exhilarating for both of them. Dean slid her shirt off. She wore the same red bra she had on the last time he saw her undressed. It must have been a sign. He unhooked it and exposed those perfect breasts. He squeezed them and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
"Dean, I want to be special."
"Alexsandra, you are special to me. You are so beautiful. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You are breathtaking," he paused.
She blushed. She pushed her hand through his hair.
He began to suck and nip gently at her nipples.
"Do you want me to bite harder? Suck you more firmly?" he asked.
"Yes. Please, Dean. I like a little bit of pleasurable pain."
Holding her hips, he started thrusting into her faster. He was lifting her and slamming her back onto his cock, burying it deep inside of her. He moved her increasingly faster, and she could feel him, every inch long and thick. He filled her. No one had made her feel this good in a long time.
"Are you sure you only want to do this once, Alexsandra?" he asked.
"I am seriously reconsidering my position on it."
"I think we should seriously consider many positions," he said with a smile, sweat forming on his chest.
"Hold me tight. Put your arms around me. Hold me," Allie said.
He embraced her firmly. Her chest crushed up against his. He was immersed inside of her.
"Are you ready for me, Cowboy? I'm... I'm Oh God..." She started to get lightheaded. Her orgasm was consuming her. He didn't stop. She was riding it out. He felt her walls strangling his cock. She came repeatedly, one right on top of the other. She threw her head back, and he could feel her hair brush up against his thighs.
"I love how you make me feel, baby," she moaned.
"I love it when you call me baby." It was all he needed to push him over the edge. "I'm cumming. I need to pull out."
"No. It's okay. Come inside me; I want to feel you."
His cock jerked wildly deep inside her as he filled her with his hot cum. He came while her muscles contracted around him. Her body is saying give yourself to me; give all of you to me.
He looked at her. She rested her forehead against his.
"Wow," he said.
"Yeah. Wow is a good way to put it," she said
He repeated it. "Wow."
She closed her eyes. She saw him in her mind, hovering above her and staring into his eyes. The most beautiful emeralds she had ever seen. He was saying WOW to her. This was not a fantasy she had had about him. This was a memory.
Crap, why didn't I pull out. I am going to get this girl pregnant at this rate, and she won't remember how it happened. She's going to think it's an Immaculate Conception.
"Allie, we didn't use any—"
She sat up. She stopped him by putting her finger over his lips. "It's OK, I'm clean," she said.
"No, I am not worried about that. I am worried about getting you pregnant."
"Yeah, don't worry about that; it's been resolved. So now what do we do?" she asked.
"I guess we have to separate. It's over. We can't stay like this forever."
"Fine," she said. She sounded like a disappointed teenager. "I don't want it to be over yet." She pouted.
She leisurely started to lift herself off him. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back down.
"I guess one more minute wouldn't hurt. I want to make a memory," Dean said.
"What did you just say?" she asked.
"A memory. I need to remember this."
Neither of them knew how long they had sat there. They just looked at each other, and he ran his fingers through her hair. She traced his jawline with her fingertip. She ran the pad of her thumb gently over his lips. On occasion, they would share a soft kiss. Neither wanted the experience to be over.
"Dean."
"Yes, Allie?"
"I need..."
I will give you anything you need.
"...to get going."
His heart sank.
"As much as I would love to stay like this forever, I have things I need to do."
"Then let's stay like this forever. Things don't have to be over when you leave this truck. We are so good together," he whispered, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. "Come on, Alexsandra. Take a chance with me."
"Cowboy, I don't date. I sure as hell don't date coworkers, and I don't date cops."
"Technically, I'm not a cop. I'm an agent for the FBI and not a coworker. The city of Cleveland does not employ me."
"Are we seriously going to sit here while your dick is still inside me and argue about semantics?"
She smiled and let out a small laugh.
"I would sit here and read War and Peace to you if it kept you here longer," he said.
She traced the outline of his ear. It made him shiver. He smiled. His eyes squinted slightly.
"Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" she asked.
"Handsome, yes. Beautiful, no."
"You are. You have amazing bone structure. Your brow, your lips, your jaw, your cheekbones, they are all perfect. Beautiful."
"I can say the same thing about you," he said, moving a piece of hair from her forehead.
"You can have any woman you want, Dean. Trust me, you don't want me. I'm damaged goods."
They kissed again one last time.
When they finally parted from each other, they sat there. Suddenly, they felt very awkward. Dean reached down and pulled a duffel bag from under the seat. He opened it and pulled out a gym towel. He handed it to her.
"If you need it," he said.
"Yeah, that might be a good idea."
She used it and handed it back to him. "You are, in fact, a gentleman."
He quickly used it and put it back in the bag. He pulled his pants back onto his hips, and she wiggled back into hers. She was shoving her underwear into her pocket.
Well, she couldn't really think of what to say; thanks for the beautiful experience.
"I will remember this till the day I die. I hope you remember it too," he said.
"It would be a great memory since it can't happen again."
I've heard that before. Yet here we are.
Allie got out of the truck. He followed. "I will see you... soon."
She bit her bottom lip. She didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. Should he hug her? Shake her hand? Ask her for coffee. Just in case she needed to be reminded, write down everything that just happened.
"Alexsandra, please. Please think about it. We can be perfect together." Just let me in.
"There's my ride. Goodnight, Agent Carron."
"Goodnight, Detective Kingston. I had a fun time," he said.
A fun time? God, you have absolutely ZERO game, man.
"I had a good time, too," she said.
They parted ways, her to her Uber and him home, wondering if they would ever have another one night only. She wanted to go home. Ever since she and Alex had to split, she wasn't the same. She just wanted to sit at home and be by herself. Allie wanted to avoid running the chance of meeting someone. She didn't want to become attached to anyone again.
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