Beat of the Heart (Runaway Train #2)(18)

Panting, I fought to catch my breath. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I replied, “I thought it was the chick who was the cock-tease, not the dude?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. And then maybe I’m trying to drive home the fact that I’m in control here—I’m the one who can make you come or make you beg for more.”

When he continued to pause at my opening, I growled in sexual frustration. Oh, I was going to make him pay for this little machismo act later. “Thank you so very, very much, AJ, for your compliment about my…how did you say it? ‘Incredibly hot, tight *’?”

“That’s right.” He rewarded me by sliding the tip of his cock inside me, and I shivered in anticipation.

“Okay, now can we cease the talking and just screw, please? I mean, my knees are starting to go numb here.”

AJ grinned. “I thought every woman loved a little dirty talk.”

“Yeah, well, here’s the deal. I’ve never really had a guy take the time to compliment my alleged ‘hot and tight *’. I’ve sorta only read shit like that in romance novels.”

Massaging the exposed globe of one of my ass cheeks, AJ shook his head. “Then that’s a pity. More men should have told you how amazing you feel when thrusting balls deep into your tight walls.”

“Oh Jesus,” I muttered as his words started to have the same effect his actions did.

He smacked my ass cheek, and it sent a tingle up my spine. “You need to know it’s like you’re made to fit my dick, and I could practically come just staying still inside you.” And with that, he pounded into me so hard I skidded forward. After three more deliciously jarring thrusts, I came with a loud shout. But as my pleasure started to fade, my knees screamed in pain from the carpet burns AJ’s thrusts were causing. I had to get up, or I was going to look like I’d been in a bicycle accident. It was a hell of a way to kill a third orgasm buzz.

Craning my neck, I momentarily forgot my train of thought at the mere sight of AJ’s sex-hazed face. Beads of sweat trickled down his tan cheeks, while his eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. His perfect white teeth nibbled his plump bottom lip as he concentrated on thrusting in and out of me. But when I felt more stinging, I gasped, “AJ, wait.”

His dark eyes flew open, and concern quickly caused the desire to evaporate from them. “What’s wrong? Was I too rough?”

“No, it’s just we gotta change positions. I’m getting carpet burns.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

I giggled. “It’s not your fault. I’d say it’s more of a sexual hazard from screwing on a limo floor.”

AJ grinned as he pulled out of me. He pushed himself up and then flopped onto the backseat. His dress pants and boxers appeared comical as they bunched around his ankles while his proud cock jutted forward. “Come here, baby,” he beckoned.

When I rocked back on my heels to sit up, all my weight rested on my knees, and I screeched in agony. Before I could turn around to hoist myself out of the floor, AJ’s strong hands splayed into my waist, gripping me tight. I gasped as he effortlessly lifted me up and onto his lap. “Better?”

I threw a glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes, thank you.”

He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Good.”

“You ready to finish?” I asked, as I teasingly rolled my wet core over his lap.

A low growl erupted from deep in his throat. “Oh yeah, I’ll finish. And so will you at least another time—maybe two.”

“Hmm, bring it on, big boy.” I grabbed his erection, causing him to suck in a harsh breath, before I guided it back inside me. Leaning forward, I gripped the sides of the leather seat as I worked myself on and off AJ’s cock. Heavy breathing and skin slapping together echoed through the close quarters. Closing my eyes, I focused on the intense sensations ricocheting through my body.

AJ’s deft fingers sought out the zipper on the back of my dress. He eased it down slowly, causing cool air to rush at my inflamed skin. Once he finished with the zipper, he then eased the spaghetti straps over my arms, pushing the top of the dress down until he bunched it around my stomach.

His hands slid around my ribcage, brushing momentarily against my exposed flesh before he cupped my aching breasts. “Umm,” I murmured.

“You like it when I touch your tits like this?”

“Yes, oh yes,” I panted.

“I bet your nipples are rock hard for me.”

“Why don’t you find out?” I dared.

Without a reply, his hands dipped inside the cups of the strapless bra. His hot breath scorched against my back as he whispered, “Just as I thought.” His fingers then went to work tweaking and pinching my nipples.

“Mmm, yes. Just like that,” I cried, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

“I’m getting close,” AJ groaned.

“Me too.”

Instead of pushing me harder against him, AJ surprised me by stilling our movements. His warm breath singed the tender flesh of my earlobe. “I’m gonna slowly turn you around, baby, because I wanna be looking into your eyes when we both come.”

A shudder rippled through me as I loosened the grip of my thighs against his, so I could slide around to face him. I’d never gone from reverse to regular cowgirl while a guy was inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned at the delicious way it felt to rotate around on AJ’s cock.