"Extracurricular Pursuits"
Copyright 2006 Penn O'Hara
M
Usual disclaimers apply.
Chapter Two
As Logan guided her car up the winding ramp of the One PP garage, Carolyn relaxed down into the seat and eyed him appreciatively, watching his hands clench to turn the steering wheel and his fingers release as it slid back again. She recalled how capable those clever fingers were and thought it a waste to have them so mundanely engaged.
"No point with the low profile," Logan said, poised at the garage entrance and watching for a break in the traffic, "this is your car and I'm drivin' it. If people are going to wonder, they're going to wonder."
"Just drive, Logan," Carolyn ordered, smiling. He really had no idea what she planned.
Looking out the passenger window as they nosed into the traffic, she slid lower until all she could see were the high-rises soaring above the New York nightlight brilliance. Stealing a hand across the seat, she casually grasped Mike's leg, smoothing her palm against his inner thigh. Her hand tingled from the contact with fiber-smooth material warmed by firm flesh. Doing a little dance with her fingers, she followed the lure of his heat and stole her way up to his groin. The taut stretch of his trousers as they molded his thighs filled Carolyn with delicious longing.
"Carolyn," Mike growled. "What are you up to?"
Carolyn continued to watch the skyline with fake interest, as, with another little skip of her fingers, she rested her hand against the tight bulge in his pants, marveling again how well he filled her palm.
"Carolyn…"
Her heart hammering, she ignored him, giving a gentle squeeze that had him growing under her fingers. She smiled with delight.
He was so easy.
"Behave, Barek! I'm trying to concentrate here."
Yeah, but you're not exactly pushing me away.
Her breath shortening at what started out as a tease to Mike, Carolyn was driving herself crazy as well. The playing was fun but already she wanted more. Holding herself back with difficulty, she continued to caress him, her nerves singing, anticipating the power and thrust of him.
"You wait 'til we stop at a red light," he promised, but she was unsure whether he meant he would put a stop to her play or exact some kind of revenge.
She turned her head to eye his lap with evil intent. With a deft capture and pull, his zipper was down and her fingers dived in.
"Shit!" The car swerved, Logan reefing the wheel back to narrowly miss clipping the corner of the car in the next lane.
Carolyn admired his skill in preventing the fender bender, before resuming her campaign. Using his redirected concentration to her advantage, she swooped on his belt and released it before he could stop her.
"Carolyn, enough!" he said, trying to sound commanding, but she guessed he was caving. "Stop this. We're gonna have an accident."
She had no intention of stopping. Instead, she pushed his shirt out of the way and slid her hand under his boxers, shivering at the feel of his raw potency. Encouraged by Mike's instinctive hiss and failure to physically stop her, she laid her head back on the passenger seat and watched her hand alternately stroke and squeeze him.
"Why are you doing this?" he gritted, resolve weakening in his voice.
A silly question she had no intention of answering. Instead, she rolled her thumb gently over his tip, feeling the succulence there. She licked her lips, finding it hard to breathe, her heart close to bursting out of her chest. With her gaze greedily fixed on the sheer size of him, she could no longer resist.
"God, Mike…!A girl's gotta have her lollipop!"
She slid further down the seat and dived for his lap and felt the warm velvet of him against her cheek before her lips found their mark. Closing over him, she inhaled deeply and relaxed into him with a satisfied sigh.
"Fuck! Carolyn!"
The car swerved sharply, but not enough to dislodge Carolyn, who only hung on more firmly, pulling him deliciously through her lips.
"Christ!"
The car bucked again, this time in the other direction as Mike fought to keep the wheels straight on the road but Carolyn was oblivious to any danger, too hormone-driven to care. Besides, she'd been a passenger with him enough times to trust his ability even under the most extenuating circumstances. The car careened crazily then righted itself, Mike cursing as he alternately worked the gas pedal and wheel for control.
The single rev of a siren from behind shattered Carolyn's passionate frenzy.
"Shit!" Mike's legs worked at both pedals this time and Carolyn felt the car pull into the curb. She reluctantly pushed herself up from his lap and looked behind. An unmarked cop car had its portable light flashing on the dash, demanding their halt.
"Shit!" She echoed Mike as she scrabbled to regain her seat.
Logan secured the handbrake and killed the engine, then tucked in his shirt and pulled up his zipper. His fumbling at his belt had Carolyn leaning over to help but he pushed her hands away, anxiously watching the rear vision mirror.
"Your hands anywhere near me at this particular moment is not helping," he gritted, as his eyes again flicked to the rear mirror. "Oh, shit, it's Deakins," he said.
Carolyn gasped. "He must have left soon after us." Looking straight ahead, she fought to bring her breathing under control then turned her head coolly to meet their Captain's look of surprise as he leaned down on the sill of the driver's door and shot his torchlight into the interior.
"Logan? Barek?" Deakins pulled back and looked up and down the length of the car. "This is your car, isn't it, Barek?"
Carolyn nodded, forcing herself to answer calmly. "Is there a problem?"
Frowning, Deakins looked at Logan. "That was damned unsafe driving, Mike. What happened?"
"The, er, wheels just locked up. I, er, thought I had a blow-out but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it now."
Deakins frown became a crease of confusion. "When I was behind you, I only saw one person in the cabin."
Carolyn swallowed with difficulty, licking suddenly dry lips as she searched for an explanation. "I, um, was looking for a contact lens I dropped. Didn't, ah, manage to find it though."
"I'm not surprised." Deakins flicked a look up at the roof of the cabin. "You didn't even turn on the interior light." He frowned again. "I thought you tested twenty-twenty vision in your last physical."
"It's, um, a color-change lens."
Swinging the torchlight briefly into her face, he looked skeptical. "Color change? To what? Brown to brown?"
Carolyn fixed her eyes straight ahead, adamantly adhering to her story.
"We'll… ah… you'll find it in the daylight tomorrow," Logan said with forced gravity.
Zeroing in on Mike, Deakins abandoned that line of questioning. "I don't have to get you to walk a line, do I, Logan?"
"No, Captain." Mike cast a killing look at Carolyn who bit back a smile.
"Good, but to be on the safe side." He shifted his attention back to Carolyn. "You been drinking, Barek?"
"One class of wine, that's all."
Deakins brows shot up, but he nodded. "Then you drive, Barek, and get Logan straight home."
Carolyn swapped glances with Mike. His startled look had her swallowing the laugh that threatened to erupt.
Stepping back, Deakins watched their change-over, thankfully missing the reason why Logan buttoned his coat before stepping out of the vehicle.
Closing the driver's door on Carolyn, the Captain glanced at Mike through the window, giving him a weighted look before turning his suspicion on Barek. "Straight home," he said.
"Yessir," Carolyn nodded, putting the car into gear.
Waiting her turn to enter the vehicle stream, she watched Deakins get back into his vehicle and wait with them.
"That was embarrassing," Logan grumbled.
"Only because you got caught."
"I got caught? I wasn't the one performing public acts of indecency!" He shifted nervously on the seat. "We haven't fooled him."
Carolyn watched as their Captain tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing behind occasionally to search for a traffic break.
"He might be wondering, but he won't make any judgments," she said with conviction. "Not without talking to us first."
"You're gonna pay for this," Mike promised.
She tossed him a quick look before focusing back on the rear vision mirror. "Oh Mike, I sincerely hope so," she laughed.
"Shit! What's got into you?"
Judging an upcoming gap with precision, she planted her foot on the gas and the car leapt into the traffic, leaving Deakins behind. Checking her mirrors, she guessed he would be stuck there for a while before a window materialized for him.
Settling back into her seat, she smiled kindly at Mike's bad humor.
"What's got into me?" she asked, her voice ringing with merriment. "Mikey! You have, honey. All…how many inches?…of you." She grinned saucily at him. "You going to condemn me for not getting enough? Maybe you better put out more." She laughed at his shocked expression.
"You are definitely gonna pay."
She laughed again, wondering what he had in mind.
Mike's hand flashed across her lap and the bottom button of her blouse popped. His hand was back in his lap before she could protest.
Darting a look of suspicion at him, Carolyn concentrated ahead, recognizing the turn that would take them in the direction of his apartment. She already knew he had experienced hands but didn't realize the full extent of their speed.
His hand moved again, but when the second button popped, she felt the brush of his fingers linger on her skin before returning to his side of the car. Pretending she was unaffected, she looked for their next turn-off.
The third button was released and Mike's palm wrapped itself around her waist in a caress before retreating. Carolyn's breathing shallowed as she recognized his game. She had only two buttons left before her blouse would fall open. Hastily looking in the rear vision, her shoulders dropped in relief at the absence of their Captain's vehicle.
"You're lucky Deakins isn't still following," she said.
"No, you're lucky."
Although she had never been in Mike's apartment, she had waited for him from outside it a couple of times and from what she remembered, they were only about two minutes away from it now, but that gave him ample time to release the last two buttons and do some serious teasing.
"We're nearly there. You haven't got much time left to shock me," she taunted him.
"I don't need much time."
His hand was on the second-last one and she batted it away but not before he succeeded in releasing the button. Her midriff was exposed and Mike's hand came back to smooth itself across her ribcage, warm and firm, fingers fluttering against the base of her breasts.
Carolyn's breath caught and her toes flexed on the gas pedal, inadvertently gunning the engine. They shot forward before she lifted her foot into a legal cruise again.
"No speeding, Barek," Mike warned. "Wouldn't want to get booked. Your explanation for exceeding the speed limit won't go over well in court."
Gritting her teeth, Carolyn doggedly watched the road. She would let him have his revenge but not give him the satisfaction of seeing it affect her.
The last button went and his hand closed over a breast, his warmth searing through the minimal lace of her bra. Her eyes narrowed as she forced down her instinctive moan at the contact. She congratulated herself on her willpower as his finger probed inside the lace and explored the mound of her breast, but when a second finger joined the first and tweaked gently on her nipple, she couldn't stop the gasp of raw pleasure.
Looking straight ahead, she gripped both hands on the steering wheel, her knuckles white as Mike's head moved at the same time as his fingers slid her bra strap off her shoulder. Warm lips enclosed her breast, gentle teeth pressed into her nipple, then sucked strongly and Carolyn moaned out loud.
Frantically looking for the final turn into Mike's avenue, she panted through the ripples of pleasure his mouth was wreaking on her breast. She could have pushed him away, she could bar her body with an arm, but she did neither of those things, enjoying the sensations he evoked too much.
Making that last turn into the street, she quickly found his apartment building and coasted her car down the ramp into the underground garage, desperately trying to focus through a silver haze of pleasure.
There were no parking vacancies so she parked across the fenders of Mike's own car and his neighbor's, not caring he couldn't get his door open and switched off the motor.
Mike quickly flipped off her seatbelt and pushed the other bra strap from her shoulder. Her breasts exposed, Carolyn strained to welcome his descending mouth. He suckled on each one in turn, causing her to pant and squirm on the seat as she ran her fingers through his hair, shamelessly encouraging him.
"I can't get out, Carolyn," he said, his mouth full. "I gotta go over you."
He pushed open the driver's door and coaxed her down, rather than out, his body lying over hers, and drove into her mouth with a searing kiss. Her head fell back, her back arched over the driver's seat, supported by Mike's hands and arms. He drugged her mouth with his kisses, then slid off her lips, his day's growth grazing her throat before he latched onto a thrusting breast, teething it while guttural moans rippled out of her.
Mike couldn't be comfortable with the car's console under him, and Carolyn wasn't either, but she didn't care, the discomfort strangely erotic.
A hand was on her trousers, releasing the clasp and pulling down the zipper.
"You're kidding me," she gasped. "You can't. Not here. Not at this angle–"
"Just watch me," he said.
oOo
Keeping her eyes closed at Bobby's insistence, Alex' other senses heightened to capture the sounds and smells that eddied around and broke over her. Bobby's voice, melodic as he murmured lilting sentences in a language she didn't understand. The scorching brand of his mouth as it blazed a path from her wrists, up the tender flesh of her inner arm, the underside of a breast, down to the hollow of her navel.
"Bobby…" she whispered, unable to say more.
His lips returned to hers, feathering them tenderly before leaving again, his cheek brushing her chin. Alex inhaled the woody spice of his Saint Laurents aftershave combined with his own earthiness and a trace of her musk oil now on his skin. His lips were never idle, now exploring the line of her throat, the round softness of her breasts, his unintelligible words pressed against her skin like an erotic imprint.
The lethargy in her body made it too easy to take all he offered, her flesh quivering under his mastery. With each whispered foreign phrase, his fingers were drawing her to the brink, holding her suspended, then letting her fall, only to push her to a new limit until she thought she would explode.
Alex writhed on the hard surface of the staff lounge tabletop, unable to bear being denied her release any longer. Her hips thrust upward and his fingers were ready for her. She gasped at their skillful entry and he shouted something alien in triumph as he brought her to a shuddering loss of control.
Riding her spasms, Alex gripped the edge of the table, willing her heart to slow its frantic race. She opened her eyes to see Bobby's bare torso, flesh taut and smooth, hover near her until her vision was filled with his descending head, his lips briefly warm on hers, sealing her ecstasy.
"You…you knew exactly…" Alex struggled to get the words formed and coherent.
"I can read you, Alex," he said against her mouth. "I have now…for a long time."
She strained to keep him close as his lips left hers, her back arching as he closed over the still sensitized nipple of a breast. Her eyes closed again in bliss as he kissed each one reverently, teasing slightly but mostly treating them like they were a heady wonder to him. Alex nerves tightened again in response, amazingly, so soon.
Bobby's head lifted, and he moved away briefly before returning. Her breasts, tingling from the delicious abrasive rub of his stubble, were soothed by a spiral trickle of something cool and wet. Bobby's lips returned, his mouth lapping at her skin, as if searching for, and claiming, every drop. Alex' hips lifted with every stroke of his tongue, her body undulating in perfect harmony with his slow deliberate rhythm.
She felt him pause and the cool drizzle returned, this time trickling across the valley of her breasts to the other side before his lips eagerly followed.
"Wha…What…?" Alex breathed.
"Yogurt a la Alex," he murmured, breaking his tempo of stroke and suck.
Alex' chin rose and lowered with an inner beat to match, her lips parting on staccato pants. She heard him utter more exotic murmurings as the cool stream dribbled its way down her stomach and lower. She squirmed as it spread over her heat and when Bobby put his mouth to her navel and followed the moist path downward, Alex tensed with anticipation as his tongue slid slowly and inexorably lower.
Alex' heart rocketed with the force of her body's reaction to Bobby's mouth on her. Her nerves merged into hot and steamy licks that radiated from the intense fire he lit within her. Her eyes flickered with hazy images of him bending and straightening, his hot pants of breath on her core, alternating with cool streams of air through his lips and then a savage plunder of his tongue that had her crying out loud.
The tightening pleasure coiled within her, centering on the throbbing flesh under Bobby's mouth as he whispered his foreign words of love, inciting within her a broiling cascade of sensations. With no willpower left to her, Alex was shattered by her second release, feeling it explode and splinter as she tossed her head from side to side on Bobby's coat.
His scent around her, ripples of pleasure washed over her, unlocking taut muscles and rigid limbs. She panted softly, savoring the total relaxation, amazed by her trust and utter abandonment to Bobby's will and his ability to tap her so perfectly.
She heard a gentle clink and turned her head to see the glass of ice cubes sweating on the table beside her. Bobby's fingers delicately selected a cube and Alex watched it slowly approach.
She felt a shot of cool to her throat, then down between her breasts, before it slowly slid across. The pleasure-pain of the iceon a nipple had her gasping before it was quickly removed to trace a path to the other. A tantalizing slide around her breast, before the ice was applied and Alex' groan was long and vocal
Under Bobby's guidance, the cube slipped off and skimmed a new path down to her navel and lower and Alex' nerves tightened with the expectation of its final destination.
Her hips arched as new sensations overcame her, flushes of heat, doused by nerve-tingling cold. A rattle of ice within the glass heralded another delicious attack as a new cube was applied, shocking her inner heatwith its icyease. She groaned again, her hips straining for even more basal contact.
Alex' lips parted, her tongue licking their dryness. A soft sound of encouragement from Bobby had her eyes open to see him smiling at her, offering a new block of ice to her lips. He passed it over her mouth, moistly cool and exquisitely smooth. Holding her gaze with his own, Bobby spoke again in that foreign tongue, his whisper starting a new spate of shivers,then placed the ice cube between his own lips, before retreating
She felt his cool, wet mouth on her ankle before it embarked on a moist trail up hercalf, behind her bent knee and along her inner thigh, pausing at her juncture, tantalizing her with the last cool drops of melting ice.
He plundered her, his mouth pressing cold kisses upon her before sucking her tender flesh between his teeth. Alex bit back a scream, digging her fingers into his back as Bobby's unrelenting rhythm of press and suck pushed her again to the edgetrembling quakes hovering, threatening.
An urgent guttural utterance from Bobby had Alex' eyes snapping open in time to see him straighten and his mouth descend toward hers. Her leaden arms lifted to encircle his neck but he caught her wrists in one hand and stretched her arms above her head.
Her lips were captured, savored, then raided by his tongue, thrusting in, exploring, and staking his claim. The threatening storm broke, the ecstasy rolling and crashing Alex' sanity to shards of rapture. The mastery of Bobby's kiss was all that was needed to toss her about in blind, bemused passion. Drinking in her gasps, he continued to kiss the breath from her, his mouth lifting only when her tremors calmed.
Alex' eyes locked with his, her tongue exploring her lips, relishing his taste upon them. She was on sensory overload and needed to tell him she couldn't take any more, but she didn't have the energy, her body too satiated, her head disengaged from all reasoning.
"B…Bo…"
Her lips formed his name and got no further. Awed and overwhelmed at what she had unleashed in Bobby, she was destined to be mindlessly tossed on the tide of his expertise.
He smiled with his eyes, then kissed her mouth gently, before pressing his lips against her eyelids.
He left her again, and Alex' ears strained to hear and interpret his movements. Unable to bear the suspense, her eyes opened just as he dribbled a thin stream of honey onto both breasts and then up her neck. His head lowered and his tongue stroked it from her in a firm, possessive, strong stroke, harder and longer than he had used before, that forced a lengthy moan from her throat and her eyes to close in rapture. Her body arched under the continuous powerful laps of his tongue, Alex feeling like one huge ice-cream cone flavored for Bobby's pleasure and loving it.
He leaned into her further and Alex realized with a start that he was not only on the table with her but he was fully naked now, his body suspended above her, tongue repeating its stroke into the hollow of her collarbone, onto the pulse of her throat, the lobe of her ear as he waited, poised, requesting her consent.
"Yes, oh yes, Bobby…please…now…!"
With no trace of his normal hesitant speech pattern, Bobby translated the ancient erotic words of love against Alex' swollen lips.
"The tool of man buries itselfwithin the silken vessel of woman, to cherish her in the sacred act of divine union."
He slid surely and strongly into her and lights exploded behind her eyes…
oOo
tbc…
