C2 Aphrodisiac

He led me out of the club to where a Cadillac escalade had been situated. His ride was quite fancy. Classique. Hurriedly opening the door for me, he hopped in too. He signaled the chauffeur who nodded and drove off.

Were we going to an hotel? I had nearly died from anticipation. I always took my men home, not them taking me anywhere. He sat calm, brought out his phone and tapped at it.

"Were are we going to?" I asked.

"My home," he replied calmly.

Okay, this was getting awkward. I was here burning up and he was there acting all calm. Was I even a turn on for him? Or was he just the only one who has this much effect on me?

Fuck it,

I yanked the phone out of his grasp and his brows furrowed,

"What are you do–"

Before he could say something else I covered his lips with mine. A wanton moan slid past my lips when I caught the whiff of tequila and lime on his breath. The amazing feel of his lips was heavenly.

He stiffened under my abrupt move but eventually began to kiss me back.

And damn,

He was good.

His lips skillfully explored mine I panted. I rubbed my thighs together to produce some form of relief for my painfully throbbing pussy but his hand held my thighs apart, the other cupped my face and he pressed my body closer to his.

He pulled back and gazed into my eyes like he was searching for something. A ghost of a smile tainted his lips and vanished the same minute it appeared.

He breathing slowly became heavy and he tugged off his glasses before claiming my lips once more. His kiss was gentle but dominating, he wasn't struggling to gain control but his kisses demanded I submitted to him.

His tongue expertly slipped through my lips and mingled with mine, earning a whimper from me.

I trailed my hand over his body, wanting to feel those pecs and abs I'd had a glimpse of earlier, my hand instinctively began to travel down to his crotch but his hand caught mine midway the moment he pulled back..

He frowned, "I didn't take it you were a whore,"

"What?!" I half breathed when I moved away from him, eyeing him with a scowl plastered on my lips.

His stony gaze softened a little as he spoke, "I'm so–"

"—oh please! I think you already saw me as one the moment you walked up to me in that club. Not that I care though, I fuck for the fun and pleasure it gives. Not for money." I paused and my gaze swept across his face. I wondered what was going through that mind of his. I didn't do nerds, why the fuck did I agree to this one?!

One moment he's looking like an innocent puppy about to cry as he stared at me, the next, he's wearing that cold gaze. Dude must really have some DID shit going on.

Even through his young look, maturity was clearly plastered on his face. I knew nerdy could be way older than me. Even though I looked more like an adult, I was no less than twenty while he looked twenty seven.

Looks could really be deceiving.

Thankfully, age was just a number if the thing between his legs was enough to keep me screaming all night.

I sighed, this was a terrible mistake,"I knew I made a terrible mistake the moment I let myself get carried away by—"

"—A man you find nerdy. Didn't they ever teach you not to judge a book by it's cover?" He whispered calmly.

Okay, I've had enough of this cool guy shit. Was this even the man who had me wet in one minute with just words?

"Well I guess we both are guilty of judging!" I snapped my gaze to his.

He sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it that way."

"Oh really?" I frowned.

He sighed again before stroking his neatly tousled hair. He mumbled some incoherent words to himself before turning back to face me,

"Look, I don't know what you think I meant but you got me all wrong. The fact that I walked up to you and you agreed to share my bed tonight doesn't mean that I see you as a woman with less virtues. I just didn't think you're the type to want to be bedded in a vehicle. I like to treat my women more special than that, even if it's just one night spent together. And also fulfill their fantasies while we're at it."

That was one terrible conclusion. Why would he think only whores had sex in cars? The fun in sex was to do it in every wild ways possible. And from the looks of things, he sounded like a man who stuck to missionary style because he thought the rest was for whores and porn.

I was doomed.

But the sweet melodies his voice held and the sweet words he'd spoken made heat creep up my cheeks. Thank goodness the car was dimly lit. I should be mad he called me a whore but was I really any less? I sure as hell didn't fuck because I wanted to, I fucked because I had to, because my sanity depended on it in more ways than one.

I leaned back on the seat and pulled down my gown that was beginning to ride up my laps. As much as I'd like to taunt him with a little bit of skin, I'd rather avoid being called a whore a second time.

"So, what do I call you nerdy?"

"What?" He asked with a frown.

"Name,"

"Elijah," he replied, scooping the phone I hadn't realized I was still holding out of my grasp.

And damn,

If that wasn't a good name to moan out when I orgasmed.

He spoke again, "forgive my manners, I didn't ask yours,"

"Lizzie," I blurted out.

He stared at me for a few moment as if doubting the truth of that being my name,

"What?" I raised a brow.

He shrugged, "nothing,"

"I wasn't trying to get fucked by you in a car. I only wanted to know if I get to you as much as you get to me," I said candidly.

His brows rose and his stone cold expression softened once more. Abruptly, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge when he shifted his legs.

I gasped,

Hell, he was hard. Fucking rock hard. How hadn't I noticed the tent that had formed in his pants?

I'm just going to blame it on the dimly lit car.

He smirked.

"You get to me a little too much. It's hard to not want to take you right here, in this car."

Said car suddenly skidded to a stop.