Chapter 223
**Sara**
The walk to Tom's car felt like wading through an electric current. Every brush of his hand against mine sent sparks dancing across my skin. The cool night air did nothing to temper the heat building between us.
"Keys," Tom muttered, fumbling in his pocket.
I leaned against the passenger door. "Having trouble there, Tom?"
"You're not helping." His eyes locked onto mine, dark with promise. "Especially after that comment about the silk ties."
"Me?" I batted my eyelashes. "I was just being practical. Making a packing list."
He finally got the door open, his hand lingering on my lower back as I slid into the seat.
Tom slid into the driver's seat but turned to face me instead of starting the engine.
"So, about this weekend getaway..." His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. "Ready to escape civilization with me?"
I pretended to check my phone's calendar. "Hmm, let me see. I might have a very important date with my Netflix queue."
"More important than hot tub adventures?"
"Friday," I said, putting my phone away. "If you're free, we can leave Friday."
"Perfect. We'll head out Friday afternoon and make the most of the weekend." His hand found my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. "I know this amazing spot where-"
"Wait." I placed my hand over his hand, stilling his movements before they could distract me further. "I need to be back before Sunday night. Monday's kind of important, remember? First day at the new job?"
"Right, the responsible adult thing." He squeezed my thigh. "Friday afternoon to Sunday evening it is. Plenty of time for all the activities I have planned."
"Activities?" I shifted in my seat, his hand inching higher. "Like hiking and cooking, right?"
"Among other things." His voice dropped lower. "I already have a list."
"Care to share?"
"Nope." He finally started the car, but his hand stayed put. "Some things are better as surprises."
"Tease."
I noticed Tom turn unexpectedly down a side street, away from the usual route.
"Where are we going?"
He kept driving, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The streetlights grew sparse as we wound through increasingly quiet neighborhoods. Finally, he pulled into what looked like an abandoned parking lot, surrounded by trees and darkness.
"Tom?" I glanced around at our surroundings. "What are you doing?"
He killed the engine, leaving us in near darkness except for the faint glow of distant lights. "Just wanted some privacy."
"Privacy? Someone could drive by!" I peered through the windows, but the lot was completely deserted.
"This is the old factory district. No one comes here after sunset except maybe some adventurous raccoons." His hand found mine in the darkness. "And they're not particularly interested in what we're doing."
"Oh really? What exactly are we doing?"
"Well, since you enjoyed teasing me all through dinner..." His fingers traced up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Maybe we could continue our conversation about those silk ties."
"Here?" My voice came out embarrassingly squeaky.
"Why not? Unless you're worried about those raccoons judging us."
I laughed, trying to hide my nervousness. "The raccoons might call the cops. I hear they're very law-abiding citizens these days."
"Trust me, they're too busy getting into trash cans." Tom's fingers traced circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm. "This area's been abandoned for years."
"What if security patrols come by?" I glanced around at the empty lot, shadows dancing at the edges of my vision.
"The closest guard is three blocks away, watching reruns of cooking shows in his little booth. He won't venture out here."
"You seem awfully sure about that." I raised an eyebrow. "Done this before?"
"No, but I did my research." His lips brushed my neck. "Always prepare thoroughly; isn't that what you learned in my class?"
"I don't remember this being part of the curriculum." My breath hitched as his hand found my waist. "Pretty sure this would've violated some university policies."
He chuckled against my skin. "Good thing you're not my student anymore."
His lips found mine, stealing away any witty comeback I might've had. I melted into the kiss, all thoughts of raccoons, cops, and abandoned parking lots fading into the background. The world outside could've been on fire, and I wouldn't have noticed.
Tom pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "What do you say we get a little more comfortable?"
I glanced around the cramped front seat. "I'm not sure how that's possible unless you plan on turning this car into a convertible."
He grinned, reaching for the door handle. "Meet me in the back?"
Before I could answer, he was out of the car, the door clicking shut behind him. I hesitated for a second, my rational side whispering warnings about public indecency laws and potential splinters from car upholstery. But then Tom opened the back door with an exaggerated flourish, and all thoughts of practicality vanished.
I scrambled into the backseat, banging my knee against the gearshift. Tom was already settled in, stretching his long legs like he owned the place.
"You alright there?" He stifled a laugh as I attempted to gracefully maneuver into a comfortable position.
"Fine," I grumbled, rubbing my knee and shooting him a mock glare. "You try making that move look elegant."
He tugged me closer until our knees brushed. "Don't worry. I'm more interested in elegance of a different kind."
His lips captured mine again, and suddenly, I forgot about knee pain and awkward car maneuvers. The world shrank to just us, with his gentle hand resting at the back of my neck and warmth radiating between us despite the chill outside.
Tom's hands were everywhere: exploring my arms, tracing patterns on my back, skimming along my sides until they rested at my hips. The leather seat squeaked under our shifting weight, reminding us of our makeshift setting.
"Hope you don't mind a bit of roughing it," he murmured against my lips.
I laughed softly. "I think I'll survive."
Our kisses deepened, growing bolder as our surroundings faded away once more. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space between us.
The confined space of the backseat only added to our urgency, the cramped quarters making everything feel more intense, more desperate. Tom's hands roamed my body, skimming over my backside and tracing the curves of my hips.
"Damn," he muttered against my mouth.
"Damn, what?"
"Just damn. You're driving me wild."
Warmth bloomed through me at his words, a thrill of power. I pulled back slightly, our lips barely brushing. "Care for a real distraction?" I whispered, my fingers already working to unbuckle his belt.
His eyes widened, but a grin split his face. "Are you sure?"
I just smirked, running my fingers right over the growing bulge in his pants. "Do I look like someone who's unsure?"
He groaned, a deep, throaty sound, and leaned back against the seat. "Fuck, Sara."
I maneuvered until I faced him, my knees digging into the soft leather. His hands immediately went to my breasts, kneading and massaging through my shirt until I was practically shaking with the anticipation of it.
I quickly worked on his zipper, lowering it and releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. It sprang free, impressive, and thick; the sight only made me more eager.
"Fuck me," he hissed as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly. He was already rock hard, and the sound he made when I leaned down and took him into my mouth was something feral, almost a growl.
Tom kept his hands on my breasts, squeezing and teasing in tandem with the rhythm of my mouth.
I reveled in the power I had, the tangible proof of his arousal in his desperate sounds and the way he arched into me. I hollowed my cheeks, using my tongue to trace along the ridge and bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.
"Shit, you're amazing," he muttered, voice strangled with strain.
His fingers found my nipples through my shirt and bra, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until I was moaning around his cock. The vibrations seemed to push him closer to the edge, making him buck into my mouth.
The sensation of him playing with my nipples sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to my core. I pulled off him for a moment, giving him a sultry look as I licked my swollen lips. "Like that?"
"Fuck yes, don't stop."
I didn't plan to. I took him deeper this time, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making him swear even louder. The confined space of the car magnified every sound, every gasp, and moan echoing around us.
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