Down and Out(65)

She swallows, her gaze dipping down to my lips, and I see it—that spark of heat igniting her eyes.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I pull her to me and crush my mouth to hers, our hands and breaths frantic as the kiss consumes us. I’m absolutely and irrevocably f*cked, because she tastes better than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth and she kisses like a dream. It’s the perfect amount of soft lips and warm, wet caresses, and when she sucks my lip ring into her mouth, I feel it all the way down south, in a certain appendage that’s now syphoning off all my blood.
I groan and drag her across my lap until she’s straddling me, her ass hitting the horn as I pin her between me and the steering wheel. Her hands cup my face as her tongue dances with mine, my fingers running up the sides of her bare legs. I’m amazed at how soft and smooth her skin is, and I just want to lick and kiss every inch of her, until I’ve memorized her taste.
I push her skirt up to her hips, feeling the lace of her panties as I push them aside and slip my fingers into smooth, wet folds. “Goddamn, Kitten.” My head dips to the hollow of her neck as I strain against my jeans.
I’m so hard you could take my pulse with my cock.
My fingers circle her sensitive flesh before I push inside her, making her breath catch. Jesus, I love that sound. But you know what I love more? The way her hips are rocking against me. She’s riding my fingers, and it’s the. Hottest. Thing. Ever.
I’m about half a second away from blowing my load inside my boxers when she kisses me between panting breaths, her hands reaching between us to frantically unbutton my jeans.
Oh, God, yes.
I leave her tight heat and reach over to the glove box while she unzips me. My fingers fumble around until I touch a plastic square and yank it out. She pulls back, her eyes glued to my hips as I lift up slightly and push everything down. Her breath hitches as my cock springs free.
There’s no room for modesty or embarrassment, not when she’s looking at me so hungrily, like she just wants to consume me. She licks her lips and I have to bite back a grin, because she probably doesn’t even realize she did it.
The sight of her watching me so openly, so appreciatively, only makes me harder and my already big ego swells to ten times its size. I know I’m blessed endowment-wise, but this just makes me feel like a god among men.
I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll it down my shaft in record time. She lifts herself and hovers over me as I reach between us, lining us up. Her big, gray eyes never leave mine as I guide her down, sinking myself deep inside her.
We both groan as I fill her to the hilt. The thin layer of latex does nothing to lessen the feel of her tight heat wrapped around me. She feels like heaven.
She feels like home.
Leaning down, she cradles my face in her delicate hands and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Then she does something that rocks my world to its core and forever alters me: she starts to move.
Fuck me, if I thought this was heaven before. . .
My hands clamp down on her hips, stilling her. Pulling back, she looks at me questioningly and the edges of my mouth crook up. Clearly, she’s forgotten about my . . . conditions.
“Beg me,” I say.
Her eyes roll as her head dips forward, touching mine. “You gotta be f*cking kidding me.”
My tongue darts out and teases her lips. “I’m serious as a heart attack, Kitten. I need to hear you say it.”
“No, you want to hear me say it.”
I shrug. She’s not wrong, but that’s only part of it.
She clenches around me and I groan. How can she make something I’ve had a thousand times feel so much more incredible than anyone else? “That’s not fair.”
Her teeth nibble on her lip. “I never said I play fair.”
In one quick movement, I’ve got her back pressed against the steering wheel and my left forearm draped across her hips, pinning her in place. She’s pushing against the horn and it’s blaring in the desolate parking lot, but I only vaguely notice.
Reaching between us, my free hand rubs slow, lazy circles around her slick skin. She groans and tries wiggle free, her hip bones straining against my forearm.
“That’s not fair,” she breathes.
“Turnabout is always fair.” My fingers capture her in a “V” as I work my hand back and forth.
Her breath leaves her on a shudder. She groans and bites her lip, grinning down at me. “Fuck you.”
She has teeth marks on her pretty lip and I smile up at her, dying to taste her while I thrust deep inside her. “I’m trying.”
I roll my hips under her and press a little harder with my fingers. Her breath catches as she grips my biceps, and then I just stop—stop touching her, stop my slow, torturous thrusts.
Her eyes pinch shut. “Nonono, keep going.”
I can’t help but smile at her desperation, because it feels damn good to know that I’ve worked her into this much of a frenzy. “Say it.”
She’s trying to thrash under me, but she’s pinned in place. Her nails are digging into me so hard that I know she’s breaking skin, but I don’t care.
“It’s just one little word. I’ll even give you a hint, okay? It starts with a ‘p.’”
Her brow arches playfully as she clenches around me again. “*?”
“Damn it, woman.” My eyes squeeze shut as I pulse inside her and huff out a frustrated breath. I will not give in. Not until I hear the word leave her mouth.
When I look back at her, it’s in earnest. The humor, my swagger, it’s all gone. I’m laid bare before her and it’s terrifying. “Say it. I need to know you want this just as much as I do. I need to know what I’m feeling isn’t completely one-sided. I need. . .”