Big Shot(35)
“Wes . . . ” she whispered, looking and sounding completely torn as to whether she wanted to take the good girl route or the bad girl one.
He made the decision for her. “Let me show you.”
Holding her heavy-lidded gaze, he slid his tongue down between her index and middle finger, gradually spreading them apart for his mouth, then swept his tongue along that sensitive webbing where the two fingers joined, just as he’d done the other night between her legs. The darkening of Natalie’s gaze, the way she bit her bottom lip and squirmed on her chair told him that she was remembering every erotic detail of how he’d gone down on her. And f*ck, he couldn’t wait to do it again.
“I . . . I think we need to go,” she said, her voice excruciatingly aroused.
He pulled her fingers away from his mouth but held on to her hand. “I agree.” And so did his rapidly hardening dick. They needed to leave while he could still walk out without embarrassing himself.
They made their rounds and said their good-byes, and as soon as they were in his car and on the road back to her place, she reached over and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, then traced the hard outline of his thickening cock pressing against the fly of his jeans.
He swallowed a needy groan and gave her a quick, uncertain glance as she unbuttoned his jeans and began pulling down his zipper. Oh, f*ck. “What are you doing?” he asked in a strangled voice while desperately trying to keep his eyes focused on driving.
She unfastened her seat belt and leaned over the console, her lips touching along his jaw and up to his ear as she took the stiff length of his dick in her soft hand and gave him a slow, tantalizing stroke that made him even harder. “All those dirty ideas you just gave me . . . I want to put to good use, right now. So, keep your eyes on the road and drive carefully, okay?”
Since speech was suddenly impossible, he could only answer with an eager nod.
Chapter Twelve
The moment Natalie’s warm, wet mouth enveloped his shaft, Wes’s stomach hollowed out and his entire body shuddered with a sudden, excruciating need he’d never experienced before. It had nothing to do with the fact that having a woman give him a blow job while he was driving was a first for him—one of those hot fantasies he’d imagined as a teenager and had hoped for as an adult but had never found a woman brazen enough to do—but that undeniable need had everything to do with the woman herself.
For years he’d fought his attraction to Natalie, for various valid reasons, but he was beginning to wonder if, despite keeping her at arm’s length emotionally, she’d somehow gotten under his skin any way. And now that they had free reign to give in to every one of their desires for one another, everything he’d held back and those deep, buried feelings he’d harbored for Natalie were becoming a reality he could no longer ignore.
The thought scared the hell out of him, and he was eternally grateful when she wrapped her lips tight around the base of his cock and slowly worked her way back up to the head again, dissolving every worry in his mind except for the absolute pleasure of her generous, ravenous mouth working his dick over. She put her tongue to good use, licking him from root to tip and swirling it around the swollen, sensitive crown, taunting and tormenting him and keeping him right on the edge of release, which was nothing less than he’d expect from the tease. And for now, he allowed her be the one in control.
Concentrating on the road took effort, as did the drive back to her place. He had to grit his teeth more than once, and both of his hands gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and made a purring sound that vibrated along the length of his shaft. Her head bobbed in his lap, her silky hair spilling across his abdomen, while her decadent mouth sheathed him again and again, sucking repeatedly, but always careful to pull back and slow down when he was only a few strokes away from coming.
When he reached her place, he parked his car in the very back of the lot, where it was dark and secluded. He shut off the engine with an abrupt twist of his wrist, and before Natalie could lift her head, he burrowed his hand into her hair, twisting the strands tight around his fingers, and guided her mouth back over his driving cock. With a soft moan, she went back down on him willingly, swallowing him greedily, even when he pushed so f*cking deep he felt her constrict around the head before her throat opened up to take more of him.
The avid, eager sounds Natalie made spurred him on as he continued to f*ck her lush mouth. He was so aroused he ached from his thighs to his belly, the muscles in his stomach flexing as the tension building inside of him finally reached that breaking point. It was all so good, so f*cking good, and there was nothing he could do but surrender to the intense climax throbbing its way through his shaft.
While his strangled groans filled the small confines of the car, his head fell back against the headrest, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his hips arched off the seat, instinctively thrusting every inch of his cock between her soft lips. With a sharp gasp and a guttural shout, he came, pumping hot and hard down her throat. Waves of pleasure rolled through him, knocking the breath out of his lungs, until the last spasm of release shook his entire body.
When he finally came back to his senses, he found Natalie smiling at him, the dim lighting in the car enabling him to see the pleased look in her eyes as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “That was so hot,” she murmured.