Jon leaned back away from Cate and the wall, turning toward the elevator. Cate loosened her arms around his waist but didn’t release him, afraid he might not keep his balance as he swayed toward the open doors. Her worry was quickly dispelled as Jon pulled her into the elevator and impatiently punched the “close door” button.
“God, Cate…” Jon growled, backing her against the dark-paneled wall and kissing her fervently. He pawed at the elastic waist of her track pants, shoving the band downward.
“Jon!” Cate exclaimed, clutching at her waist in an attempt to prevent Jon from disrobing her in the elevator. “Jeez, we’re just going down a few floors!”
Jon chuckled dirtily as he slithered his body down Cate’s. “Goin’ down,” he repeated, sinking to his knees in front of her. Cate gasped as Jon gripped her hips and pinned her to the wall while his mouth found the slice of bare skin between the her hoodie and her pants. She half-giggled, half-whimpered as Jon sucked at her navel then nudged her waistband lower to reveal more soft, private skin.
“God! Jon!” Cate protested feebly as she felt a flush of wet heat between her thighs. Her nipples pebbled against the soft terry of her hoodie as Jon’s fingers curled tighter over her hips while he licked at her warm flesh. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging gently. “Stop, Baby… You have to stop. We have to go to the car…”
Right on cue the motion of the elevator car halted. The doors swished open to reveal the dusky parking garage.
Jon growled out a little chuckle against Cate’s belly then grinned up at her. Steadying himself with his grip on her hips, Jon clambered to his feet and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go,” he announced, practically bolting through the doors, pulling Cate with him.
Cate giggled at Jon’s sudden burst of energy, allowing him to tow her behind him as he strode purposefully through the dark. Jon made a beeline for the Mercedes, but stopped abruptly beside a car a row away. His swift halt made Cate bump into him, causing Jon to stagger against the vintage Camaro’s bumper.
With a sly grin Jon turned and wrapped his arms around Cate. He ducked his head to capture her mouth in another steamy kiss. Ya know, it IS Mischief Night," Jon growled through the kiss.
He smirked and glanced at the Camaro's hood. It was clear from his naughty expression what he had in mind.
"Nuh uh. No way." Cate shook her head emphatically. "We are NOT gonna do it on Kiefer's car."
"But it’s a hot car," Jon protested in a husky purr. "And you remember how amazing it was last time. Remember, Baby? On that cruiser? In the dark, with the lights going..."
Cate felt a surge of electricity jolt through her. God yes, she remembered. She would never forget that intense, passionate encounter. "No." She repeated firmly. "Besides, there are security cameras."
"Then somebody will get a show." Jon reached for the zipper pull on Cate's hoodie.
"Jon!" Cate grabbed his hand, stilling its movement. "Let's go home." She stepped back, pulling his hand away from her chest and holding it firmly.
"Oh, all right." Jon sighed melodramatically. "Where's your sense of adventure? Your holiday spirit?"
Cate couldn't stifle a laugh at Jon's words. "I have plenty of Halloween spirit, thank you. You'll see it tomorrow. Tonight, we need to go home." She moved for the sedan, pulling Jon along with her.
As she neared their car Cate released Jon's hand to fish in the pocket of her hoodie for the car keys. A quiet beep emitted from the Benz when she pressed the unlock button on the key fob.
Jon took advantage of her momentary distraction. Chuckling wickedly he grabbed Cate, spun her around, and pushed her back against the car. He smothered her attempted protest with another passionate kiss as his hand went to her breast. Jon pushed his hips hard against Cate's, rubbing his rigid cock against her.
"Baby, I know you want me too." Jon growled as his lips slipped to her cheek. "I can feel your heat. I know you're wet."
Cate whimpered softly as her head tipped sideways to allow Jon's lips access to her neck. She smiled as her lids fluttered closed. "I do want you Baby," she breathed. "But let's go home."
"No." His lips remaining at her throat, Jon reached for the handle and yanked open the back door of the Mercedes. "Here. Now. Tinted windows, no cameras." He rumbled a sexy chuckle and punctuated his demand with a thrust of his pelvis against hers.
Cate felt her will to resist crumble with the warmth of Jon's breath on her skin and the pressure of his shaft against her mound. "Good grief, Baby... We live five minutes away. You can't wait five minutes?"
"No." Jon pulled his face back and grinned at Cate, his indigo eyes sparkling mischievously before he barked out his reply. "Dammit! There's no time!"
Cate shrieked with surprise and laughter as Jon grabbed her waist and yanked her sideways, shoving her downward and backward into the Benz's back seat. He crawled in on top of her, chortling dirtily before nuzzling at her ear. “Fuck Jack Bauer. Baby, you got the Man of Steel.”
Cate giggled and slipped her arms around Jon’s waist. “Yeah, I do.” She surrendered to his lips, sighing contentedly as they slid down her throat to her collarbone. “Jon… close the door,” she murmured.
Jon raised his head and grinned at Cate, then pushed up off of her. After a minor awkward struggle as they untangled arms and legs, Cate and Jon shifted around so their entire bodies were inside the car. Jon pulled the door closed with a light slam and hit the power locks.
With an eager smirk he turned back to Cate. “C’mere, Baby. Let’s steam up the windows.”
“Uh huh…” Cate agreed breathlessly. Though she was stone sober she felt a little giddy, intoxicated by Jon’s smile and scent and touch. She growled softly and reached for him.
“Ohhhhh…. Baby…..” Jon purred as Cate tugged open the snaps on his shirt, baring his chest. He pulled in a deep breath as her hands stroked over his hard muscles, her fingertips pausing to tangle in the silver fur above his nipples before moving over to trace the heavy platinum pendant that nestled in the valley between his pecs.
Jon shifted again so that he was sitting upright on the leather seat. He quickly unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, opening his fly to allow Cate ready access to his erection. His cock jutted eagerly out of the opening, begging for her attention.
Cate chuckled at Jon’s impatience. “Slow down, Baby. Now that you got me here, what’s the hurry?” Despite her words she reached down to stroke a pair of fingers up the underside of his rigid shaft.
“I need you,” Jon rumbled, raising his hips toward her hand. He reached for Cate’s chest, yanking down the zipper of her hoodie. He growled softly at the sight of her bare breasts, her dusky nipples taut against her creamy skin in the dim light. He watched, fascinated, as the dimpled peaks contracted even more with the brush of his thumbs over them.
Cate gasped softly and automatically arched toward his touch. Realizing she wanted to feel his skin against hers she quickly struggled out of her hoodie, tossing it into the front seat.
“Oh, Cate…” Jon watched her with passion swirling in his indigo eyes. He reached for her waist and pushed at the elastic there. “I want to see your body, Baby. Your beautiful body.”
Cate nodded breathlessly. Her hands joined his to slide her track pants down over her thighs. Jon groaned appreciatively as her flesh was revealed to his eager gaze. His hands slipped up between her smooth thighs, caressing her soft skin as Cate kicked free of her shoes and pants.
When she was nude Cate shifted onto her hip, facing Jon. Their eyes met and her lips curved into a sensuous smile. “It’s been a long time since I was naked in the back seat of a car,” she remarked, her voice soft and lush. “Hope I remember how this works.”
Jon chuckled huskily. “Like ridin’ a bike, Baby.” He traced his fingers over the faded tattoo at her hip. “You are so fucking sexy.”
“So are you.” Cate felt another flush of wet heat between her thighs as her gaze wandered downward, over Jon’s heaving chest to his rippled abdomen to his thick, sturdy cock. “God, Baby….”
Suddenly she couldn’t wait. She needed to feel him against her, wrapped around her, inside her. Cate grabbed for the waist of Jon’s jeans and tugged downward.
Eager to comply with her silent demand, Jon pushed his hips up off the seat so Cate could drag the snug denim down over his ass and thighs. He smiled happily and closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the leather headrest while Cate continued to peel away his clothing. “Mmmmm…. Baby….” he purred, feeling her tug off his boots and socks, then pull the jeans free from his legs. He chuckled as he heard the shoes and garments hit the dashboard.
“Oh…” Cate exhaled the syllable on a breathy whisper as her eyes swept over the beautiful, almost-nude man beside her. Hearing her, Jon cracked open one eye and gave her a naughty smirk.
“What are you gonna do to me now?”
Cate chortled softly. “For starters, I’m gonna get rid of that shirt.” With those words she placed her palms against Jon’s pecs and slid them upward, guiding the soft black cotton back and over his shoulders.
Jon smiled and silently leaned forward, letting the shirt slip down his back as Cate pushed it down his muscular arms. When it puddled at the small of his back Jon pulled his arms free and dragged the garment out from behind him. With another eager growl he sent it sailing into the front seat to join the rest of their clothes.
“And now?” Jon arched an eyebrow at Cate.
“Now….” Cate slid to the edge of the seat and turned to face Jon, pushing herself up on one knee. “Now, I’m gonna see if I remember how to ride a bike.” With that coy comment, Cate straddled Jon’s lap. She smiled at Jon’s delighted gasp when he felt her wet, soft pussy against his hot, hard dick. He shifted under her, sliding down the seat to perfect their alignment.
“Ahhh… Cate!” He chuckled throatily and grasped her hips, guiding her down onto his erection. Jon and Cate groaned in unison as she easily sheathed him, her wet, swollen lips closing around the base of his cock.
“Ohhhh… Oh my God…” Cate whispered, her head falling back and her eyes drifting closed at the fantastic sensation. She rocked her pelvis forward, feeling him yield with her, the ridge of his head rubbing hard against her fore wall. Cate gasped softly and paused, then rocked slowly back.
“Christ, Cate…” Jon breathed. He flexed his fingers around her hips, gripping them hard. Cate responded with a feline purr and arched her back, pressing her abdomen against Jon’s chest.
Jon grinned dirtily as he found her round, firm breasts in his face. With a growling chuckle he buried his face in the valley between the twin mounds before turning his head to lick up the side of one breast.
“Oh! Jonny!” Cate gasped as his lips closed around her nipple and he sucked roughly. She arched more, the shift making her hips rock backward against Jon’s shaft and her breasts press more fully against his mouth. Jon mumbled something that sounded like “Baby” against her breast before dragging his tongue across to its twin.
As her arousal flamed, Cate began to rock faster on Jon’s lap, squeezing and shifting Jon’s cock inside her with the movement. Jon groaned against Cate’s chest as he felt his balls tighten and the telltale tingle at the base of his spine.
Dragging his mouth away from her luscious breasts, Jon opened his eyes and looked up at Cate’s face. The erotic beauty of her expression sent a primal charge through him. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to let her ride him, to allow her to get herself and him off by rocking gently on his lap. He needed to control her, to possess her, to fuck her hard and fast and senseless.
With a feral snarl Jon’s grip tightened around Cate’s hips. Her sapphire eyes flew open wide as he effortlessly lifted her from his lap and pushed her to the side. “Jon! What…?”
Cate couldn’t finish the thought in the split second it took for Jon to flip her onto her back against the Benz’s butter-soft leather seat. In another flash he was on her, pushing between her thighs while one hand braced on the seat’s edge beside her ribcage and the other hoisted her leg up over his shoulder, resting her calf along the seat back.
The ferocity of Jon’s action ignited Cate’s ecstasy. She felt the fire racing up her thighs even before he plunged into her, the force of his thrust driving her back on the seat until her head bumped against the door. “Jon!” she yelped. “Oh… God… JON!” His name died on her lips, replaced by a wailing moan as Cate’s orgasm overtook her.
“OH! Oh Christ! Oh Cate! Jon pounded her with jackhammer thrusts for barely a minute before spasming against her, flooding her with his hot release. His back arched and his head tipped back, his mouth falling open as he panted. He held the rigid pose for several long minutes as he slowly came back to earth.
Panting from her own exertion, Cate forced her eyes open. She stared dazedly for a moment, willing her eyes to lock on the source her pleasure. When Jon’s visage swam into focus, Cate felt her heart race anew.
He was wildly beautiful, his eyes closed and lips parted, his golden shag damp and unruly, his bare chest glistening with sweat and heaving with effort. The heavy platinum pendant dangled from his neck, swinging gently with his labored breaths. “Baby…. you okay?” she rasped, hardly able to speak.
Wordlessly Jon nodded and dropped his head, gasping for breath. After a moment he took a deep breath and pushed himself upright. He sat for a moment on his knees before slumping backward against the seat and the car door. He winced when a loud pop emitted from his knee as he shifted to unfold his legs from underneath him.
Reclining against the now-sweaty leather seat, Jon gave Cate a weak smile. “Amazing,” he breathed, then paused. His eyes sparkled as his smile broadened. “Baby, you are incredible.” He held out his arms, beckoning to her.
Cate’s heart warmed as she saw Her Smile on her husband’s soft lips. With her own quiet groan she sat up and shifted onto her hip. She scooted forward between Jon’s legs and settled onto his torso, curling her legs up under her. Cate smiled and purred happily as she felt Jon’s arms enfold her, cradling her against him. Her arms slipped around his waist as she snuggled her cheek to his chest.
“Baby, I’m so sorry about earlier.” Jon’s words rumbled gently under her ear. “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I should have stayed home with you.” He sighed. “I hate it when we fight. That one was all my fault.”
Cate’s heart twinged at the earnestness in Jon’s voice. “No, it was me too. I was tired, yes, but I should have gone with you. I promised.” She sighed softly. “You were right; we hardly ever do stuff just for fun anymore. It’s always appearances or press shit. I promise we’ll go out more in the future, ‘kay?”
“Baby, you don’t have to promise me that,” Jon replied gently, giving her a squeeze. “You don’t have to promise me anything, but to love me. Even when I’m an insufferable prick.”
Cate chuckled. “I already made that promise. ‘Til death parts us, remember?”
Jon smiled and dropped a kiss on the crown of Cate’s head, savoring the feel of her curled against his chest. “You were absolutely right when you said our time together is precious. We shouldn’t have to share it with anybody else. That’s my fault for forgetting that. We don’t have to go out more. We don’t need to go anywhere. Well… except….”
Cate raised her head to give Jon an inquisitive look. “What?”
Jon grinned, his eyes sparkling back at her. “We can go out to the garage any time you want. The Chevelle has a nice, roomy back seat, ya know.”
Cate laughed and dropped her cheek back to his chest. “Now that kind of fun I think I could handle. You got yourself a deal, Baby.”
Jon chortled dirtily as he hugged her. “And next time… I’ll drive.”
THE END
