“Hard.” He grunted as her grip tightened on his shaft, slowly pumping up and down until he was throbbing in agony. “Yes, just like that. So good.” Hot air blew across his hole, and his hips jerked upward. “Fuck, sorry. Fuck. I think I should pull over. Wait a moment, just wait?—”
His words dissolved into a thick groan as her tongue swiped across the tip. Then again. And again, growing more confident, more devastating, with each lick. His thighs shook, his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.
“Is this what you like?” she purred against him, her words sending a wash of hot air down his shaft to tickle his balls. “Does it feel good when I taste you?”
“Take me all the way in,” he begged. “Suck on me. Let me fill your mouth.”
“I’ll make you feel good, darling. I promise.”
Darling.
His cock pulsed and wept at the word, as if it wanted to be her darling. As if it had already accepted her term of endearment. Already knew it had been claimed, much like his heart.
Her lips circled his head, moving slowly, carefully. He held perfectly still, his gaze still scanning the damned narrow country road for a place to pull over. He needed his hands on her. Needed to watch her suck him off. See how glorious she looked giving him pleasure. The wait was slow, delicious torture. He groaned when she finally sucked him into the sweet, sinful depths of her mouth.
“God, yes. Take me in.”
Her lips molded around his girth, sliding up and down with a warm, wet motion that had him whimpering with need. He was going to come without even getting a chance to see her. It was unacceptable, unthinkable—oh thank God. A pullover. He slowed, pulled into the turn-off, and eased the auto into park. The second the brake was safely on, he let out a sigh of relief.
“You’re so good at that,” he gasped, his hand moving to rest on the back of her neck. She flicked a glance upward, the corners of her eyes crinkling with delight. “Raise your tongue against my shaft. Just like that.” He watched, mesmerized, as she took him in her warm, willing mouth, her lips wet and pink against his inflamed cock. “God, I love watching you. You drive me absolutely wild.”
She smiled imperceptibly, her tongue exploring the ridge of his cock. He loved the way she glowed when he praised her. It made him want to shower her in compliments, to draw the moment out until she was wiggling in the seat with need. He released her neck, sliding his hand down her back to palm her backside.
“Every night, I crave your pussy,” he said, his eyes glued to her face. He loved how emotions danced across her face when he told her what he wanted. He loved how frenzied the words made her. “Every night, I make myself come imagining you’re spread before me. Your slick pussy on display. Your lips spread wide, eager for me to fill you up. Make you come so hard you can’t see straight. Make you?—”
She sank deeper on his cock, taking him down her throat. He grunted, his control slipping. His balls tightened, begging for release.
“Going to spill. Can’t wait any longer.”
He tried to ease her away, but she tossed him an adorably ferocious look and tightened her grip on his thighs. He sank back into the seat. God forbid he stop her from doing whatever the hell she wanted to do to him. She scooted backward, still circling his shaft with her tongue, and then nodded.
All it took was three gentle pumps into her glorious mouth, and he was gone. A deep groan tore from his chest as he emptied into her mouth. The pleasure was all-consuming, almost terrifying in its grip. Olive sucked him through it all, only letting him go when he had softened. She raised her head and smiled, a cheshire-cat smile that tugged a laugh from him.
“You’re happy with yourself.”
“I am. Now, I know what a penis tastes like.”
He barked out a real laugh this time. “I had forgotten about that. And what did you think?”
“I liked it,” she said, rising to snuggle against his side. “I liked how soft and firm you felt. I liked how out of control I could make you. It made me feel...powerful.”
He dropped a kiss to the top of her head, taking a moment to breathe in her violet eau de toilette while he waited for his stamina to return. She’d leached almost every bit of it from him, but he was not a man who let pleasure go one-sided. Especially not when making Olive Becket moan and shiver was its own category of pleasure. He drew two more deep, redolent breaths, then sat up.
“Into the back seat with you.”
Her cheeks flushed at once. “Oh, but Emil, you don’t have?—”
“Didn’t I tell you what I wanted to do to your pussy? Get moving.”
“I didn’t know lovemaking could be so bossy,” she commented as she rose to her knees.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
She paused midway over the seat and met his gaze. “But you’ll show me.”
This woman. This woman. “Anything you want is yours. You know that.”
She swung her second leg over the seat, then settled into the back seat, much more ample and comfortable without the hand brake in the way. Unbuttoning her coat, she asked, “And what if I wanted to try one of those new things now?”
