I wrap McCarthy’s suit coat around me, close my eyes, breathe in the smell of him, remember his gray eyes, warm like the moments after a summer storm, silently telling me to fall in love with him.
That’s my problem. You don’t have to tell me twice to fall in love with a man who is bad for me in a hundred different ways.
He says he wants me,my heart cries out.A boy wants me and thinks I’m special.
Or maybe I’m just horny.
Definitely that.
My legs spread. I can’t stop it, can’t stop my hand that slides down cautiously, under soaking-wet panties.
I whimper in relief as my fingers touch my swollen pussy, sliding around cautiously then faster. Biting my lip, my eyes closed, I stroke my clit.
All I can think about is him. McCarthy.
Make me the center of your universe.
I strain, my back pressing against the door when my hips give an involuntary jerk as I think about his facethere, hot breath on my—
I curse because I’m falling out of the car, the door having been wrenched open. A large hand tangles in my hair, dragging me up and out of the car, and I’m screaming.
He silences it with a kiss, his mouth crushing to mine.
“I knew you were going to be in here touching yourself, Cupcake.”
He grabs my hand, the one that was about to get me off thinking about him.
His tongue curls around my fingers, tasting me.
I want to fight it, him, the desire. My legs want to betray me and sink down in front of him.
He pushes me down, the massive weight of him crushing me into the plush seat as he kisses me hard, sliding his hands up under my dress so it gathers around my waist. His mouth is hot on my tits, sucking me, his tongue on my nipples. He yanks my panties down to my knees.
I hate how much I want this.
I don’t actually want him,I try to tell myself.It’s just sex. People have sex with people they barely know all the time.
He grabs my hand and sucks on my fingers then pushes my hand down between my legs, using my fingers to stroke my pussy.
“You want to touch yourself in my car instead of giving yourself to me, letting me take care of you? You were pretending I was watching you, weren’t you?”
“No.” I make a strangled noise as he clenches my wrist to push my fingers against my clit. “I wasn’t thinking about you,” I lie. “You’re so full of yourself.”
He jerks back. His shirt collar is unbuttoned, his tie gone—somewhere upstairs, maybe. Had I taken it off?
I twist my hand so I can trail wet fingers on the bare triangle of his chest.
“Let’s pretend I believe you, Cupcake.” He purrs the words against my tits, his fingers spreading my pussy, then on my clit, in my cunt, on my ass.
My knee bangs against the hard edge of the car.
“You have no idea how much I want to give you my come right now.”
His other hand on my tits is rough. He slides two fingers in my mouth while he still strokes me.
I can only make a strangled noise. My hips jerk up against him as I suck on his fingers.
“I want you sucking my cock like that.” He leans over and grabs my jaw hard, holding my head so he can kiss me. My legs seize up, and my foot kicks at the door as his fingers twist and I’m coming on his hand.
