Is she wearing underwear?
Would it be weird to ask?
Yeah… that doesn’t sound right.
“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips.
My answer was immediate. “No.”
She dipped lower, pressing her lips against the side of my neck. Then, again. I gasped a breath as her teeth grazed my skin, and she sucked the side of my neck tenderly. My thoughts stalled.
“Are you sure?” she asked before nipping at my earlobe.
All the blood in my body raced to my cock, and I wiggled my hips against her for friction.
There was no way in hell I was telling her to stop.
Not now, not ever.
She could have her way with me.
She can fucking ruin me.
Her warm breath rolled over my skin again, and my restraint broke. Rather than respond, I reached up to tangle my hand in her hair and dragged her face to mine, kissing her firmly. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass, and her little whimper made my cock throb.
I chased her lips with mine, our tongues tangling together. Kissing her in the club had been one thing, but this—with my cock pressed against the heat between her thighs, and only a couple layers of clothing separating us—was new. Foreign. Exciting and terrifying all at once.
Experimentally, I allowed my hands to wander. I ran them over the curve of her ass, up her back, and across her chest, learning the dips and curve of her body. I squeezed tenderly, afraid to hurt her, and relished in the way her body responded to my touch. Her breath quickened, and she rolled her hips, pressing down on my cock.
Fuck.
My eyelids fluttered.
My cock ached for attention, desperate to sink into something tight and warm. Which was unusual for me, considering I only bottomed for Night. I’d topped a few times in the past, but only with men.
I had no idea what I was doing, but as she rolled her hips again, I wanted to figure it out.
I wanted her in every way I could have her.
My hands dipped beneath the hem of her T-shirt, dancing over her smooth torso and slowly working their way up. My cock throbbed when I realized she was braless, and she gasped against my mouth when I cupped her breasts and squeezed.
“Harder,” she whispered between kisses, and I obeyed, experimenting with pressure until a whine tore from her throat.
Santo dios.
She was stunning in every aspect, especially when she told me how to pleasure her. I was pretty sure I could come from just the sight of her writhing for me.
Abruptly, she pulled back to meet my eyes, and I froze.
“What do you want from me, Daze?” she whispered, her eyes hooded with lust.
The question ricocheted around my brain, and my thoughts hazed over.
I wanted to fuck her; there was no question about that. My cock was so hard it ached, and I was already so worked up, I didn’t know how I would walk back to the bus without getting off first. Jerking off in the parking lot hardly had the same appeal.
But, at the same time, my body was on fire with nerves.
I didn’t want to disappoint her.
