Craving The Player (Amateurs In Love Book 1)(8)
“Is your offer still available?” she mumbles as I drop a hand to her ass and inwardly groan with approval when firm skin meets my palm. “Will you take me home and let me show you just how sassy I can be?”
The slightest flicker of mischief flashes in her eyes before it’s gone again. Sierra remembers who I am, and I plan on never letting her fucking forget.
“Any fucking day, gorgeous. Let’s go,” I whisper in her ear. That’s all she needs to hear before she grabs my hand and pulls me quickly through the dance floor. I watch her with wide eyes and an aching hard-on as we reach the front doors in what seems like no time.
The chilly air nips at our skin, and I use it as an excuse to pull her tight to my side. I push us away from the not-so-subtle bystanders still waiting in line and towards a yellow cab waiting along the curb. Throwing open the door, I let her climb in first before I slide in after and pull her onto my lap, pelvis to pelvis.
“42 Clanmore Street,” I shoot at the driver before placing my hand behind her neck and pulling her to me, pressing our lips together in a kiss I’m sure I’ll still be feeling in the morning.
Chapter Four
BRADEN
All I taste is cherry Coke when my lips meet hers, the addicting flavour daring me to snake my tongue between her already parted lips. Her need is as apparent as mine as her hands move over every inch of my chest, like she’s trying to memorize the feeling of my skin under her touch the same way that I am with her. Her fingers slide under my shirt, meeting the bare skin with her nails as she drags them along every indent resting there.
My hand fists in her hair, wrapping the long brown strands around my knuckles as I pull her impossibly closer to me. I swallow the gentle moan that slips from her lips when I reach between us and lift her dress, letting my fingers trail up her inner thigh. I keep my touch soft, teasing, never letting myself pay too much attention to a specific area. I rest my head against the seat and let a dirty groan fall between us when I reach the hem of her panties, the only boundary left between me and the skin I will undoubtedly find swollen and wet.
I could have fucked her right here, in the back of this cab, when I let the knuckle of my middle finger brush along her silk-covered slit and felt the material slick with her arousal. "Fuck, you're dripping."
She doesn't answer, only inches back to move her lips to my neck, sucking, licking, kissing, worshipping. I desperately shove away her panties to the side and drag a finger up her center. She sucks in a breath and her thighs clench around me momentarily before relaxing completely, leaving herself open for my touch. “Yes. Yes.”
My eyes dare to roll back, the intense feeling I get from hearing her sounds of approval shoots through my veins like a reeling junkie who's just got his fix.
I spread her open with two fingers and she hisses from the sudden exposure before I’m sinking a long finger inside her hot center. Holy fuck is she tight, barely stretching to take my one finger, let alone two. I press my palm to her swollen flesh and my finger slides deeper with a new sense of urgency.
Sierra lifts herself from my lap until just my first knuckle remains inside of her and I take the chance to line up a second finger before she comes back down, taking them both this time. My palm slides against her pussy, wetter than before when she begins to rock against it, grinding her clit on my skin. Her face falls in my neck, opened mouthed, and warms the exposed skin with her laboured breaths.
"Is that good? Is this what you want?" I use my free hand to shove down the strap of her dress and free her left breast, grateful when I notice the lack of bra. Not wanting the cab driver to catch a glimpse of what’s mine for the night, I lean towards her chest and suck her pretty pink nipple into my mouth. Her gasp is almost inaudible, like her body doesn’t want anyone to hear it but me. My cock aches, hard as stone as it presses painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I want inside of her. Now.
It’s like she’s running on the same frequency because the next thing I know, her palm is pressing down against me, eliciting a grunt of satisfaction from deep in my throat.
The cab comes to a sudden stop, jerking us forward as my knuckle rubs against her clit, drawing out a soft cry from her before she jumps from my lap.
"Thank you for the ride!" she squeaks, eyes glazed over, avoiding looking at the driver as she shoves the door open and flies out of the cab. With pussy soaked fingers and a hard cock, I manage to pull out a wad of cash before setting it on the passenger seat and sliding out of the cab, not speaking a word to the silent driver.
Slamming the door shut, I turn around and pick up her waiting figure, sliding my hands under her ass and grinning into her hair when her long, toned legs wrap around my waist. Her grip is tight as she presses herself against me, not wasting any time before starting to play with the button of my jeans.
Her impatient touch has me nearly running up the sidewalk and tripping over myself when she slips a hand inside my boxers, grabbing onto my hard arousal eagerly. She pulls back slightly when we reach the door but her small hand stays wrapped tightly around my dick. I can’t hold back the urge to look down at where she has me in a tight fist, pumping the thick shaft like she loves doing it. “My cock looks good in your hand, baby.” And it does. I would take a picture if I didn’t think it would creep her out. It looks like a fucking wet dream.