Gwen’s POV
I leave the bathroom with renewed determination. To quell those misplaced ugly thoughts and try to enjoy the night. It’s been a long time since I had a night out, anyway. Also, in the past, I spent my nights in clubs serving drinks instead of having fun–I shouldn’t let this night go to waste.
I take a deep breath as I emerge from the hallway leading to the bathroom and scan the bar area. I’m guessing Stefan must be there after–
“Let’s get out of here.”
A hand lands on my arm and I turn to find Stefan beside me.
“What? Now?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, already steering me towards the exit.
“What about the others?”
“They are staying.”
There is a sense of urgency in his voice, as if he can’t wait to get out of here. I try to get a good look at his face, but the disco lights aren’t helping. So I voice my concern. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No. I just want to be with you, alone.”
“Oh,” I mumble. I’m all for that idea.
When we make it outside, the car is already there, waiting. But there’s someone in the driver’s seat, and Stefan leads me to the backseat. He gets in after me and calls to the driver, “Partition.”
I’m a little confused. He drove on the way here, and…
The partition dividing the driver’s cabin from the rest of the car is barely in place when Stefan grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto his lap. The gasp that leaves my lips gets lost in his mouth.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware of the car moving. My clutch drops from my grasp as I use my hands to hold tight onto his shoulders. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue slipping into my mouth and stroking against mine fervently. I try to match his vigour, but I run out of breath fast–not to mention all this caught me by surprise.
I push at his shoulders and pull back and he finally lets go of my lips. He is breathing heavily, his chest heaving with the effort. The back of the car is dark, but we are still downtown, and the lights making it inside are enough to give me a good glimpse of his face. His grey eyes are wide and bright, his jaw tense.
Frowning, I reach up to touch his cheeks. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his bottom lip. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
The want in his words is enough to make me wet. So are his hands, busy at the hem of my dress, folding the fabric upwards, exposing my thighs.
“Here?” I ask, shifting to let him ride the dress above my hips, the cloth bunching at my waist. I’ve never had sex in a car before.
He nods.
I guess there’s a first for everything, I think as I reach down and aim for the front of his slacks. The next minute is a frenzy of getting the clothes out of the way. Then he repositions me on his lap, this time with my legs on either side of his hips. I grip his length in one hand, the other gripping the back of his seat for support. Then I’m sinking into him, my wet sex taking him in slow–
A gasp tears past my throat as he thrusts his hips upwards, spearing deep into me with one thrust. Before I can get over the sudden intrusion, his hands grab my hips and start rocking me up and down.
“Stefan–” I gasp, meaning to tell him to slow down, but my voice is drowned out by his shout as his head kicks back into the headrest and his fingers dig painfully into my hips. Beneath me, his hips are pumping uncontrollably into me, and it takes a few seconds to realise he’s coming.
“Fuck,” he groans into the dark, and I wish I could see his face right now. Something’s off, I can feel it. And not just because he nutted barely ten seconds into sex…
He slaps my butt a few seconds later. “On your knees,” he says.
I don’t move. “What?” It’s not that I didn’t get his words. It’s that I’m not getting his tone and whatever the fuck is going on here.
He lifts me by the hips, his cock sliding out of me with a wet sound. I notice he’s still hard and ready to go. “I want to take you from behind,” he says, settling me on the seat beside his.
“Is this like what happens to me?” I ask, still trying to make sense of things.
“What?” he asks.
“When my body uh…you know. Does that happen to males too?”
“What are you talking about?” he asks, sounding impatient as he tries to manoeuvre me into the position he wants.
I push his hand away. “Stefan!”
“Can we talk later? I’m dying here.”
I know he got aroused while we were dancing…is this about that? I did get him worked up. But that doesn’t explain the impersonal attitude I’m catching off him. He’s making me feel like some chick he picked up at the club for the sole purpose of hooking up with. Is this how he felt when I went seeking him when I was struck by that uncontrollable need? Like I was just using him for release? They should have drugged me…
I lift my legs on the seat, getting on my knees. He shifts behind me, one heavy arm locking around my collarbone. The other guides his length inside me. His heavy breathing is all I can hear as he starts moving, pumping steadily into me. He lets go of his hold around me and urges me to arch my back. I end up with both hands on the seat in front of me, with him gripping my hips as he pounds into my pussy.
He is not gentle at all, and soon my worries get overtaken by the pleasure building in my core. This time around, I come way ahead of him, and when he does, it feels like he has emptied every last drop of semen in his body into me. His body is shaking as he pulls away, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat.
I’m all damp between my legs, and I reach for my clutch, hoping there’s something I can use to clean up. When all I see are tubes of lipstick and my phone, I curse. We have a box of tissues, but that’s at the front with the driver. My eyes look around for my panties–they are satin and lace and might not be much help but…
The overhead lights suddenly come on and I blink at the sudden onslaught. When I focus my eyes, I bring them to Stefan’s face. But his head is bent as he fixes his slacks. Then he punches a button on his side and says, “Tissues.”
The partition rolls down, the driver hands him the box of tissues, and then the partition goes back up. I go to take the box, but he is already pulling some and nudging my legs apart. I stay still and let him clean me up. The silence in the car is deafening.
It isn’t until I’ve located my panties, pulled them back on, and settled in my seat that he says, “Sorry.”
His voice is gruff, his face buried in his hands.
“It’s fine,” I mutter. “I’ve had my moments too.”
He shakes his head and says nothing. A few seconds later, he hits the intercom button again. “Stop the car. Get her home.”
“What?” I ask in bewilderment as the car slows down to a stop, and he opens his door. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll see you at home,” he says before shutting the door. The car peels away seconds later.
I spend the rest of the ride trying to figure out what just happened. As much as I would love to pass it off as just quick hot sex, there was something about him I can’t put my finger on. Him apologising before disappearing to God knows where is not helping things either.
By the time I make it to our room, I’m none the wiser. Everything was okay before I left to go to the bathroom… What happened while I was gone?
I take a shower and change into a nightdress then slip into bed, eyes stuck on the door, waiting for him to walk through. Minutes turn into hours and I still lay here, unable to catch a wink of sleep. I can’t even call him to find out where he went because he left his phone in the car when he left.
I finally drift off what feels like ages later.
I wake up sometime in the night to the sound of the shower running. I shift in bed and look over at the bathroom door. There’s a streak of light at the bottom. Reaching for my phone, I check the time. It’s half-past three in the morning. Did he just get back?
The sound of the shower stops and seconds later, the bathroom door opens. Our eyes meet in the dark–thanks to his glowing ones. He stalls in the bathroom doorway for a few seconds before walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks, walking over to the closet.
I switch on the bedside lamp and sit up against the headboard. “Where did you go?”
“Running,” he replies.
Makes sense…
Silence takes over, the only sound in the room coming from him pulling clothes from the closet. When he comes to bed, he’s wearing a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt.
But he doesn’t get into bed right away. He stands at the side, raking his hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know what came over me. I… It felt like I was losing control.”
I swallow and nod. “Is it because of your wolf?”
He blinks, then shakes his head. “I found a way to control him. He shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”
I nod again. “Okay.” I fidget with the duvet. “Can you tell me exactly what happened, though?”
“I just…I just went crazy with need.”
“Like what happened to me after you bit me?”
He breaks eye contact and gets into bed, leaning against the headboard too. “Yeah, I guess.”
I turn to him and press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “There's no need to apologise, then. You took care of me when I needed it. I’m happy to take care of you when you need it.”
He groans, his eyes falling shut. “But I was a douche, wasn’t I?”
“Let’s just forget it,” I tell him.
“I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Not right now, though, I think I overdid myself on that run. Feels like my legs are falling off.”
I smile and snuggle into his side. “How do you intend to make it up to me?”
His arm wraps around my shoulders as he pulls me into his torso. “I don’t have many bright ideas besides giving you like ten orgasms eating your pussy.”
I press my beet-red face into his chest. “You’re filthy.”
He chuckles. “You asked.”
A smile attacks my lips and as it does, every doubt from earlier dissipates. Turns out I was worried over nothing.