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A sleek black limo pulled up as the dashing pair stepped out onto the curb. A few bright pops of light exploded in their faces as one of the richest men in Berlin and his date exited the hotel. The old money luxury center was hosting the latest in a long line up of industry galas Mr. Alden Brand reluctantly attended. Mr. Branch was the banker to some of the highest profiles in Europe. As such, he was regularly invited to these upscale parties that pretended to be charity events.
Mr. Branch’s date hung off his arm like a jewel, bubbly and light from the flowing champagne that floated through the event on silver trays. Alden half heartedly ducked and raised a hand to disrupt the photos, half blocking Miss June Sanders from the prying lens. The pair’s arrangement has been going on for close to three months now, but June still wasn’t used to the attention and bright flashes that hounded them at events like this. She huddled closer to the banker in an attempt to hide from the blinding flash bulbs.
Alden reached around and guided her into the car with a firm hand splayed on her lower back. She felt a tingle where his hand touched the skin bared by the deep, plunging vee of her dress. The moment the door closed behind them Alden heaved a sigh and loosened the tie knotted at his throat.
“These things are a joke.” He grumbled and stretched out across the back seat. Alden leaned forward to tap on the partition, signaling the driver to start the journey back. They had an annoyingly long drive ahead of them. This particular event was clear on the other side of the city from the luxury penthouse apartment Alden kept and traffic would no doubt be horrible.
“I know these events are a drag to you, but they’re always fun for me.” June’s tone was light and airy, a playful smile constantly in her tone.
Alden snorted,”I’m sure they are. Who wouldn’t have fun with free liquor and every man and woman in the room fawning over you.”
“You love that everyone fawns over me. Why would you dress me up and take me out if you didn’t?” That cheeky grin lit her features as she slid closer to him in the back seat. “You just love knowing that of all the old money windbags and new money snobs, no one can have me but you.” She teased. She was always teasing, pushing her luck. It was one of those infuriating little traits about her that Alden liked so much. “Besides,” She continued,”Even if the party was a bust, there is still something that can save the night.”
Another scoff from the banker as his eyes raked over the woman at his side. He replied with the barest hint of smirk in his tone,”And what might that be?”
“The ride home, of course.” She fixed Mister Alden Branch with a look he knew well. It was that mischievous glint in her eye that had his mind racing with what was going to happen next. And what happened next was June hitching her leg over his and straddling Alden’s lap. Her face was close to his, close enough to feel her breath on his cheek as her hands roamed and rubbed over his shoulders, his chest. She reached for his tie and undid it with expert fingers, leaving it hanging loose around his throat. June took her time undoing the buttons of his perfectly pressed white shirt, pushing his collar open and running her hands over his bare skin.
She gave an experimental rut of her hips, grinding her ass down on his crotch, just to hear the sound that Alden might make. And the cut off groan that he supplied was so worth it.
“In the limo? You’re a menace.” But the smile tugging at his mouth gave him away. He reached around her waist, grabbing at her sides to keep her exactly where she was. In his lap, where she belonged.
“Not the first time we’ve done it. Won’t be the last. I promise I’ll keep quiet.” June’s doe-eyed look alone woke something raw and possessive in Alden’s chest.
“Don’t you dare.” His tone lowered, rougher with want. He decided to take the opportunity given and pull June into a kiss before she could talk anymore.
It was hot, firm and sure. Both of their eyes slid shut as their lips brushed. He brought his hand up to her side, rubbing up and down and kneading that place just below her ribs that made her shudder.
She parted her lips in a shallow gasp and he took the opportunity to nip, lick into her mouth, kiss her deeper. And she obliged greedily. Turning the kiss to something more urgent, needy. The feeling of his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping set her on fire.
She moved from his mouth along his jaw and down his neck. Laving kisses and sucking at the tender skin beneath his jaw. She rocked her hips and ground down against his lap. By now she could feel his hardness pressing against her ass through his slacks. He groaned as his head lulled to the side, exposing more skin for June mark up.
As her mouth worked his hands traveled up her thighs, pushing the cocktail dress up as he went. She looked stunning in it all night, emerald velvet clinging to her every curve just right, the high slit showing off her legs as she hung off his arm . The fabric looked even better rucked up around her waist, bunching in Alden’s fist.
He groped his way to her panties, cupping her through the black lace. A smirk stretched the corner of his mouth when she bucked against his palm.
“I can feel how wet you are for me already, Sunshine.” Alden panted in her ear, grinding up against her wet heat. His other hand ventured up the back of her neck and into her thick hair. In one motion he gripped a fistful at the base of her skull and yanked, pulling her back just enough to meet her eyes. The sound that left June’s throat was somewhere between a gasp and whimper and it made Alden’s cock twitch. He reveled in the way June went stock still, trying not to squirm as Alden kept rubbing her over her panties. He could feel her breath fanning out over his face as she panted.
“God, I love how eager you are. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”
June nodded as best she could, with his grip still tight in her hair. A dark laugh fell from his lips as he delved into another bruising kiss. As he kissed her, Alden pushed the lace covering June’s cunt to the side. She was dripping for him and he groaned into her mouth as circled her clit, spreading her slick as he went.
June was trembling, trying to keep her moans at bay for the sake of the driver in the front seat. But Alden knew just how to touch her and she was melting against him, the coil low in her gut already winding tighter. The flood gates broke, however and the sounds caged in her chest released when he finally moved from her clit and used his fingers to slowly open her up, “Alden!” She could only gasp his name as his fingers worked his way inside her, preparing her for his cock.
“There you go, don’t hold back. I love the sounds you make. Love knowing that only I can make you moan like this.” his voice was deep with news and gravely. June could feel the rattle of it where her chest was pressed against his. He released the grip on her hair and June’s head fell forward, buried in the crook of shoulder. She gasped and writhed as his fingers pumped in and out of her tightness. She clung to him, arms thrown around his neck and hand buried in his hair.
June knew, somewhere in the back of her mind that she must look a holy mess by now. Her hair tangled from Alden’s grip, her lipstick smudged from the marks she left on his throat, her dress wrinkled from being bunched up on his lap. And for all of it, Alden still looked the best part of a put together business man. The exceptions, of course, were the bruises forming along his neck and the lipstick staining his collar. She loved it though, how he could take her apart piece by piece, reduce her to a quivering mess and still not have a hair of his own out of place. However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t do her damndest to dishevel Mr. Alden Branch. She knew his weaknesses just as well as he knew hers.
“A-Alden…” She groaned, slowly unwinding her arms and trailing her hands down the front of his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough that she could feel his firm chest beneath her finger tips and below that, a taut abdomen,”I want you. I want to touch you.” She whined the way she knew he loved and could feel his cock react against her thigh. June reached down between them and palmed him through his dress pants.
“What are you waiting for then, Sunshine? Permission?” Alden goaded lowly, a smirk coloring his honey tone. He didn’t miss the spark in her gaze as June met his eyes. And slowly, ever teasing, she popped the button and eased the zipper down.
He was fully hard, leaking by now in the confines of his underwear. June inched the waistband down, just far enough so his cock sprang free. It was flushed and hot to the touch. June made a show of tracing Alden’s lips with her free hand, slowly pressing her two fingers between his lips, and he sucked them so sweetly. Running his tongue over the pads of her fingers, getting them wet. It was only then that he removed her fingers from her tight heat in favor of running his hands up her stomach and down her sides, leaving a damp trail in its path. June moaned at the loss, but continued to grind against his lap, the friction of expensive fabric against her bare pussy too delicious to stop. The anticipation was killing Alden as she removed her hand from his mouth and reached between them again for his straining cock.
June pumped Alden slowly at first, base to tip, rotating her wrist and collecting precum beading at the head to ease her way. She sped up her motions, basking in his cut off grunts and choked back moans. Alden thrust up into her hand, jerky and unsteady as his own breathing.
June leaned in close, still rocking her hips, still pumping him in long, firm strokes, “I’m going to ride you into the ground.” She breathed in his ear, hardly audible over the road noise and shaking, labored breathing. A shudder went through the banker and his hands immediately went to her hips, his grip bruising,
“Please.” It was practically a whine, pushed out through gritted teeth.
June smiled and raked her hands through Alden’s hair, mussing the perfect strands. She cupped his jaw in both hands and kissed him deeply, full of tongue and passion and heat and teeth. She lifted herself up from his lap just enough for him to grip his cock and line himself up so all she had to do was sink down on him. Their strangled moans came in perfect sync as June stilled just a moment, reveling in the fullness and the stretch of him inside her.
Alden brought a hand up to her cheeks, brushing loose blonde tresses away from her sweat-damp brow. And ever so softly he asked, ”Are you alright, June?” like a secret. She leaned her forehead against his and nodded.
“Mmm, y-yeah. Yes. Definitely alright.” She shifted her hips, beginning the motion of fucking herself down on Alden. Another moan fell from her lips, “Fuck, so good.”
Alden’s hands settled on her hips, squeezing as he thrust up to meet her motions. He bit down hard on his lip to keep his gasps and grunts contained, “You feel amazing, always taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
June bounced and rocked on his lap until she was shaking with effort. Panting hard and trembling all over she gasped, “God, Alden. I-I’m so close.”
A groan came from somewhere deep in Alden’s chest and in one fluid motion, he had June on her back, laid out across the back seat of the limo. He pressed her down with his whole body weight into the expensive leather seats and pounded into her. She gasped and writhed under his frantic pace and moaned when he put his fingers over her clip and rubbed wildly.
“So come,” he practically growled into her ear, ”Let go, don’t you dare hold back. Come for me.” It was nothing short of a command, of an order. And what could June do but obey? The spring that Alden Branch had wound so tightly, and so expertly, snapped. Her vision and her mind went completely white, blank but for the intense pleasure that washed over her. She trembled and bucked and keened as she came. Her eyes screwed shut and her nails dug into Alden’s arms and she clung to him and rode out her pleasure.
And Alden continued to rut into her, savoring the way she clenched and shook around him. The sounds that fell from her lips were nothing short of angelic. He would drink them up if could. But he settled for kissing her already scarce breath away instead.
Aden’s own release was not far behind. His rhythm became staccato, his breathing erratic as it puffed against June’s throat. At the last possible second, Alden pulled out and stroked himself frantically, coming with a strangled gasp over June’s stomach. He could hardly hold himself up from the force of his orgasm. The sight of June pinned below him, blissed out and panting, only added fuel to the fire as he rode out his high. It was a few long moments before he came down, shaking, just as June was from the aftershocks.
Alden lowered himself back into an upright position against the car seat and tucked himself away into his slacks. He was still breathing heavily as he gently pulled June upright as well, back into his lap. They fumbled together to right her dress as she sat, tucked perfectly into him.
“You’re incredible. Such a sweet thing for me.” He whispered into her hair, “When we get back, we’ll get cleaned up and go to bed. It’s been a long day, and you’ve earned some rest.” He brushed her hair back from her brow and placed kiss after tender kiss on her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. And she craned into every one of his feather touches. June couldn’t help the dreamy smile that spread across her face,”You’re so good to me, Mr. Branch.”
Alden gazed down at the women tucked into his lap and marveled at her for a moment. And before he realized he’d dozed off, he was woken by a rapping from his driving on the partition screen. He stirred quickly, and realized June was still fast asleep against his chest.
The limo door was opened by a young valet, “Welcome back, Mr. Branch.” the young man greeted stiffly as he tried not to blush at the disheveled pair in the back seat. Alden swept past him easily, carrying June into the lavish building. He only woke her gently when they were in his private elevator. And true to his word when they reached the penthouse, he cared for June. With the lights low, he ran a bath which they shared. June reclined into his chest as he ran his hands over her, cleaning the mess he’d left between her legs and smoothing the tangles out of her hair with gentle fingers.
When they were both clean, Alden lifted June from the bath, wrapped her in a plush robe and laid her out on his bed. True to his word, the rested. One of many eventful evenings behind them.