Helena Hunting - Inked Armour

Hayden helped me in and shut me inside the frigid car. He adjusted himself as he strode around the front, his intentions as clear as mine. The presents were unceremoniously tossed in the backseat.

“I should have warmed up the car first,” he said as he turned the engine over.

“It gets warm fast enough.” I pulled my legs up and rubbed them through the thin nylon.

He shifted the car into gear, gunning it as soon as he was on the street. Unable to keep my hands off him, I put my palm on his knee. He glanced down but didn’t say anything. I moved higher, up along his thigh. The muscles in his leg tensed.

Hayden sucked in a breath as I grazed his erection. “What are you doing?”

“Touching you.” I reached for his belt, sliding the leather through the buckle, unclasping it, and flicking the button open.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Can’t you multitask?”

“That depends on the tasks involved.”

I slipped my hand into his pants, fingering the warm steel ball at the head. Hayden gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He whispered a low “Fuck.” His eyes flicked to me. “We should have left earlier.”

The blinker came on and he made several turns, taking us deeper into a subdivision while I freed him from his pants and continued stroking.

“Hold on,” Hayden gritted through clenched teeth as he wrenched the wheel and the car turned sharply. He eased off the gas and pulled into a short driveway before hitting the brakes with a jolt. His labored breathing was drowned out by the loud whir of a garage door opening.

“Where are we?”

“This is the place I’m working on with Nate.”

“No one lives here?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

He pulled into the garage. Once the car was inside, the door closed.

Hayden cut the engine and the headlights died, submerging us in darkness. We groped blindly in the inky black, hands searching each other out, mouths connecting. His tongue pushed past my lips, and I hastily unfastened my seat belt so I could get closer. We were a mass of tangled limbs, pulling and pushing as we tried to bridge the space between us.

I was pressed against the passenger door, legs spread out, one hand on the dash, the other gripping the headrest. Hayden hovered over me, halfway across the center console, contorted in an uncomfortable position he didn’t seem to mind. He sought the edge of my dress, his hand snaking up my thigh, reaching the lace edge of my thigh highs.

Then he stopped. His hand slapped at the ceiling and the interior light came on. I blinked, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

“How the fuck did I miss these?”

“I put them on just before we left, while you were getting the presents together.”

“Sneaky, sexy woman.”

He ran his finger under the pink strap of the garter, all the way up to the satin between my legs. His knuckle grazed my clit. I arched into the touch and threw my head back, slamming it against the window.

“Shit. Are you okay?” His hand stayed between my legs, but he looked conflicted as he scanned my body and his eyes rose to mine. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here. I don’t have my key to get in the house. I should take you home.”

The day had been too heavy and I wanted Hayden to erase it. “I don’t want to wait until we get home. I want you to fuck me now.”

After a moment’s hesitation he fumbled with the lever on my seat and I went crashing back. The box of presents behind me toppled over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

“Dammit.” He reached out to try to stop them.

“Leave it.” I gripped his chin in my hand, my need gaining urgency.

He sucked on my bottom lip and tried to straddle me, but he couldn’t fit his legs in the space between the seat and the dash. He grunted when he smacked his head on the ceiling.

“There’s not enough room,” he lamented, shoving the skirt of my dress up to my waist.

“Maybe we should use the hood.”

He froze. “Excuse me?”

“There’s plenty of space there.” I gestured toward the broad expanse of black metal, remembering the time he mentioned using the location, before I’d gone back to Arden Hills.

“I was kind of joking about that,” he rasped.

“No, you weren’t.”

He was out of the car before I could react and wrenched opened my door. The interior light cast his face in shadow, making his smile almost sinister as he leaned on the frame.

“Get out of the car, kitten.”

Tenley smiled with satisfaction as her glassy eyes met mine. For a second I reevaluated the whole idea, then Tenley pushed my boxers out of the way and leaned in. My dick was conveniently located at the same level as her face.

She ran her tongue over the slit.

“Mother of— You really have no fucking idea—”

“No fucking idea about what?” She did it again.

“What you do to me. All day you’ve been in this dress, looking so sweet and innocent. Then you start with the hand job, and the garters, and now this. How am I supposed to say no to you?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

She wrapped her lips around me. The wet warmth of her mouth was a welcome contrast to the cool air in the garage. It wasn’t as frigid in here as it was outside, but it was cold enough that my balls wanted to climb up inside my body.

She let out a needy sigh as her tongue swirled around the head, and I gripped the doorframe. As her mouth moved over me, I was aware this was a colossally bad idea. She might’ve been the one to suggest it, but today had been emotional and it made her unstable. Plus she was medicated.

A better boyfriend would have put a stop to this and taken her home. I was not that boyfriend. Instead, I planned to do the one thing I could to alleviate her pain, even if the location lacked romance.

I pressed my fingers into the hinge of her jaw, easing her off. “I want that mouth up here.”

She came willingly, her arms winding around my neck. I bent to kiss her, tongues twining as I pulled her away from the car and closed the door. The interior light cast a pale glow over the hood.

Small, high-pitched noises came from Tenley as she tried to wrap herself around me. I gripped her thighs and hoisted her up, depositing her on the hood of the car. Her dress bunched around her waist, the flowing fabric creating a barrier. I sifted through the layers until the sexy garters came into view.

Tenley’s sigh of relief echoed my own, the thin satin of her panties the only thing impeding immediate entrance. I wanted to touch all of her. I wanted her naked and spread out, but it was too cold. The dress would have to stay on, until we got home.

I rocked my hips, achieving the friction we were both looking for. She loosened my tie and popped the first few buttons on my shirt. But she was too frantic, and her hands too unsteady, to get through them all. She gave up and found the hem instead, her palm going under and up to rest over my heart.

“I can’t lose you. I need you so much, it hurts.” Her voice was high, reedy.

“It’s the same for me.”

Countless times since her return I’d woken in the night after one of the dreams, searching the bed for her warm body. Each time I found her, the promise of her constancy eased the fear. Tonight was no different. We were both looking for a way to ground ourselves in the present.

My hand traveled up her leg, over the thigh highs and lace trim, past the sexy expanse of bare skin. I slipped a finger under the garter strap and followed it to her panties, going under the elastic.

“Please, Hayden,” she whispered.

In one smooth stroke I pushed two fingers inside. Tenley’s head fell back, legs sliding off my hips. She propped herself on her arms, the pale light spilling over the contours of her delicate face. Desperation was behind her desire, and I understood the feeling only too well. I twisted my fingers, adding another. Tenley lifted her hips, her body arching. She drew one leg up, her heel coming to rest on my thigh. It slid down.

“Just put it on the car.”

Her leg quivered and goose bumps flashed across her skin. She was closer than I thought.

“But the paint . . . ,” she panted as I thrust harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my palm.

“Screw the paint.”

She grabbed on to my tie with one hand, reaching for her heel with the other. It dropped to the floor with a low thud. The other followed immediately after.

Tenley put one foot on the hood, but her nylons provided no traction. She stretched her leg up, her heel coming to rest on my shoulder. I leaned against the car as her other shin hit my forearm. She was sex and innocence, a vision in cream and pale pink, spread out on black steel.

Her teeth were clenched, the muscles in her jaw tight. I curled my fingers, and her eyes fluttered shut as she gripped my tie tighter. It bit into my neck painfully so I leaned in closer.

“Come, goddamnit,” I demanded, wanting her release so I could get mine.

She shook her head and moaned. “I can’t. I’m so close, oh, God . . .”

“I’m not fucking you until you do,” I threatened, not sure if I could follow through with the asinine declaration.

Tenley’s eyes flipped open, her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine. The emotions that clouded her half-glazed eyes were brutally intense.

I brought my lips to her ear. “Please, kitten, I need to see you come.”

She released my tie and almost set me off-balance. Her cold palm came to rest against my nape. She tilted her head giving me access to her throat. I dropped my head and kissed her neck, grazing with my teeth.