Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(76)
"How far are we?" I ask while attempting to hold back my yawn as it tries to break loose. Braden’s hand rests comfortably on my thigh, his thumb moving in a relaxing back and forth motion.
We left the reception a few minutes ago, once the music cut and the few stragglers left. The blisters on my feet made it impossible to walk to the car without limping, so of course, like the gentleman he promised to be, Braden swept me off of my feet and carried me the rest of the way. I think it made me fall for him that much more—that much deeper.
It also makes my telling him about Toronto that much harder.
The car comes to a jolting stop, my body lurching forward and the fabric of the seat belt digging into my skin. With wide eyes, I turn to see Braden already undoing his seatbelt, turning the headlights off, and sliding his seat back.
"Are you okay?" I shriek, looking through each window in an attempt to find a reason as to why we're currently stopped on the side of an empty street instead of at home.
"I'm way too horny to be driving right now," he groans and I watch him palm the thick bulge in his slacks.
"You're kidding," I scoff and push out a relieved sigh. "I thought you were having a heart attack or something, jackass."
"A heart attack? Do I look like someone that would be having a heart attack? I'm healthy as a horse, sweetheart. Don't worry about me," he boasts and pats his thighs. "Now come over here."
I stay in my seat. "You want to have sex here? On the side of a road? What if somebody sees?"
"Who cares.” Lifting a shoulder, he starts to unbutton his dress shirt. "Don't tell me you're too chicken, Sierra."
I narrow my eyes. "I'm not chicken."
"Then come over here and ride my cock."
My clit swells at his dominant tone, my panties becoming damp. Swallowing, I watch his fingers skim expertly down his shirt before pulling it open. I itch to reach out and feel the familiar ridges covering the tanned-skin, craving the heat of him beneath my fingertips. But I keep my hands to myself, wanting to watch him first.
He reaches for his pants now, fiddling with his belt buckle until it flaps open, and pulling down the zipper of his slacks. My thighs clench together as I try to soothe the throb between them, keeping my eyes trained on Braden so he can see just how desperately I need him. It feels impossible to keep from touching myself. My nipples swell behind my dress, and I can’t help but palm my breast, whimpering when my inner walls pulse in response.
His eyes meet mine as he lifts his hips and pushes his pants and boxers down his legs. My lips part, my tongue slipping out to swipe across them when he grabs his hard cock with a tight fist. He gives his shaft a few slow, hard strokes before swiping the bead of pre-cum away.
"Well? Do you want an invitation, Sierra?" His voice is gravelly, raw.
The arrogant question slides off my back as I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb over the center console. With my thighs pressed to the outside of his, I sit down on his lap and nearly cry out when my swollen clit presses against the hard ridge of his cock.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as my hands find purchase on his shoulders for balance. A firm hand grips my face, squeezing my chin and tilting my head down. Braden takes my mouth in a desperate, dirty kiss, sucking the air from my lungs. My tongue licks the seam of his lips and he parts them for me with a throaty groan that I feel vibrating deep in his chest.
I’ve never been so attracted to somebody in my life. Braden invokes something carnal in me, something that’s been hidden for as long as I can remember. It makes me desperate and unhinged, like I have no control over my body. It’s scary, even a little terrifying. But I’ve begun to harness those feelings, using them to take control over this man in a way that I never thought was possible.
Our kiss is frantic, hungry. It’s as if this is the last time his lips will taste mine and we both know it—a thought that I don't let poison my mind as I grind against his bare shaft, searching for the release I need so desperately.
I feel him reach between us and pull my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy. My head falls back with a curse when he cups me, pressing his palm against my clit. "You're always ready for me." I can feel his smirk kiss my neck.
I suck in a sharp breath and buck against his hand, my hips swirling. One long finger teases my entrance before sliding inside, agonizingly slow. “More,” I breathe, twisting my hips again as blinding lust heats my blood. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I press my face into his neck, pressing my lips to his pulse point and sucking on the racing beat beneath it.
Two more fingers thrust inside of me, swirling and bending to hit my sweet spot before retreating fully with a wet, sloppy sound. “If I don’t get inside of you right now I might fucking die, baby,” Braden grunts before I feel the swollen, wet tip of his cock press against my entrance. He coats himself in my wetness before slapping my clit with the head, my thighs shuddering as I struggle to hold myself up.
The heat in his amber eyes has me unable to look away and watch him as I lower myself onto his shaft, sinking inch by inch until I’ve taken all of him. I feel so desired, so beautiful that I can’t catch my breath. My throat constricts, tightening to the point I have to gasp, like an invisible hand is collaring it, choking me until black rims my vision and the world stops. But there’s nothing there. Nothing but bright, world-burning, unadulterated love for the man in front of me. A stinging sensation builds behind my eyes, my vision blurring.