Bet on It (37)

He touched the shell of her ear, trailing the pad of his fingers along the warm skin all the way down to her jaw, cupping there as he made her look at him.

“Let me take care of it then.” He leaned close until their noses touched. “I can make sure you get that hunger satiated plenty, and then some.”

She bit down on her lip. “We are so ridiculous,” she said, seconds before she brushed her mouth over his.

“Absolute fuckin’ fools,” he agreed.

Theirs had all the exhilaration of a first kiss after a period of tension-filled waiting. There was an urgency to the way their mouths moved. Wet and rough, and a little sloppy in the best way possible. Aja pressed her body up against his, grinding their hips together.

“You really are hungry, huh?” He nibbled gently at her bottom lip. “Rubbin’ yourself against me like you’re desperate for whatever I want to give you.”

She whined. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to tease.”

“I’m not teasin’, I just want to make it last for as long as possible.”

Her tongue went to his neck, licking over his birthmark, making his eyes roll up into the back of his head. She had the same urgency she’d had when kissing his mouth. Wet and warm and insistent, so fucking overwhelming that it made his dick pressing against his zipper almost painful.

“I don’t want to wait,” she whispered into his skin. “I just want you.”

He could already feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest, feel the slight trembling of her body. Slowly, he walked them forward until her back rested against her car again. She raised her left leg all on her own, that luscious thigh wrapped tight around his waist.

“Right here?” Walker nuzzled the sweet-smelling skin of her neck. “Right where anybody could come out those doors and see what we’re doin’?”

Her breath fanned across his cheek as she shuddered. “We could get in the car.”

“I think the rockin’ might give us away, honey,” he chuckled.

“I don’t care,” her words were stressed and strong and he knew immediately that she meant every last one. He was also incredibly relieved to hear them.

“Me either.”

The yellow in her dress seemed to glow as he inched his fingers up the hemline like he’d imagined doing earlier. He made the glide up her thigh a slow march, her supple skin growing hotter the closer he got to the center of her.

Aja sucked in a gasp when he grazed the edge of her panties. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t assess style or color, but he could tell they were cotton. No frills, probably chosen for the sake of comfort. That only made him harder. Walker wasn’t the type of man who needed to be dressed up for, impressed. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing her in some barely there scraps of lace and silk. But more often than not, when he thought of Aja this way, he thought of her naked. Open and exposed, comfortable in the fact that she trusted him to be good to her. Plus, cotton panties were easier to rip off; you didn’t have to be careful like you did with the fancy stuff.

Desperate as they both seemed for relief, Walker had no interest in rushing. His fingers danced along the edge, in that space where her thigh met her pussy. He could feel the quiver there, the way her muscle stretched and strained to keep her thigh around him.

His thumb dragged up the gusset, working slow from the bottom, near where her entrance was, to the top, stopping around her clit when he finally felt the wet spot.

“Mmmm.” His thumb circled, rubbing her, feeling the evidence of how he’d made her feel. “There it is.”

“Yes,” she hissed, gently rocking her hips forward. “Right there.”

There was nothing in him that wanted to deny her. Even his apprehension about how this would change things wasn’t enough to keep him from pushing her panties to the side and running his fingers over her.

Both of them shuddered, already sweat-slicked and sensitive. Aja was soaked, dripping onto his fingers.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” Aja panted, hips still rocking, thigh locked. “You feel ever better than I thought you would.”

“You have no fuckin’ idea how good you feel.” Thumb still poised, circling her clit, he slid a finger into her heat. Her walls scorched then soothed him with the rush of wetness.

“Tell me,” she demanded through her clenched jaw.

That, he had no problem with. “You’re clutchin’ at my fingers like you don’t want me to leave.”

“I don’t,” she bit out. “I feel like I might die if you do.”

He chuckled against her cheek. “I have no intention on stopping until I make you come. Relax, Aja. Let yourself feel good and come for me.”

Aja moved her lower body a little faster, her wide hips moving with his fingers, giving him no choice but to fuck her faster with them. He focused on his movements, eager to get her off. Thrusting and circling, feeling her grow wetter and wetter.

Instead of the breathy moans or sighs he’d come to expect from her, she was guttural when she came. Tucking her face into his neck and biting down on his shoulder as he petted her through her orgasm.

Breath heavy, her leg fell from around him, her body heaved backwards, chest thumping. Walker slid his fingers from her slowly, watching her teeth clamp together once he was finally out. They were soft, wrinkly at the pads, and fucking soaked with her.