I reached for his belt buckle, careful to scrape my nails over the ridge of his erection in the process. He let out a howl. "Say please."
"I will." He pushed his jeans down once the belt and button-fly were loose. No underwear for Mr. Guillmand. With his hard cock in hand, he stared down at me. "I'll say, 'Please, Neera, get on my dick and ride it like you own it.'" He stroked his hand down his length once, twice, and then settled in the center of the bench seat. He patted his thighs and beckoned to me. "Now, sparrow."
I skimmed the ruined panties down my legs and crawled onto Gus's lap—as much as any full-figured adult woman could crawl in a back seat. I leaned against him, my back to his chest. His hands found my waist as I reached for his cock, dragged it through my slit. His answering growl was everything I needed to sink down onto him.
"Jesus. Fuck. Neera. Fuck." His fingertips brushed the tender skin below my belly button, moving back and forth. "Fuck, Neera, this cunt is going to kill me."
I found my balance by gripping the front seats but I couldn't find my breath. Not when I was full beyond belief. "Fine way to die," I managed.
"The finest, Miz Malik." His hips shot up, spearing me hard. "Let me hear you say it, sparrow. Tell me how much you love riding this dick."
Words were lost to me. They were gone, right along with my oxygen, my thoughts, my contempt for this endlessly arrogant man. All I could do was submit to the commands issued by his hold on my hips.
"You'll say it. Before this night is over, you'll say it," he whispered.
"Does your pride know no limit?"
Using the front seats as leverage, I sank down, grinding against him. Taking him inside me this way brought stars to my eyes. It straddled the line between pleasure and pain, but the strangled cry he choked out was worth it.
"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe you should spend the rest of the night searching for it."
He shifted his hands, sliding one between my legs and cupping my breast with the other. His touch was unbelievable, each pass of his thumb over my nipple sending a current of electricity straight to my center. The sounds of slapping skin against the chorus of sighs and grunts and the fireball of energy gathered inside me made me desperate to find my release—and his.
But I wasn't certain I could.
My body was enthusiastic about this activity. I was as turned on as I'd ever been. Gus met all of my most important criteria. The boxes were checked and this was the sex of gilded legends but I wasn't convinced I'd cross the finish line. Not without some additional intervention.
Huffing out a sigh, I said, "I'd prefer you spend the next five minutes using that ego of yours finding my orgasm."
"Look up, sparrow." Gus dragged his hand up my neck, lifting my head from where it hung between my shoulders. "Let them see you."
Two vehicles ahead, a man stood beside his car, his hand paused near the door handle.
He was watching us. Having sex. He was watching us having sex.
He was watchingme.
"That's it," Gus growled. "That's what you need. Take it."
Everything inside me pulsed, a hard, heavywhompthat banished all doubt of getting mine. I was close—close enough to feel the first wisps of myself unraveling.
"He's watching you get fucked, Neera, and youlove it."
I made eye contact with the man on the street. I didn't look away. "I—I—I don't know."
"You love it," Gus repeated. "He's watching you ride my dick like you were born for it."
"Like I own it."
Gus hummed in agreement. "He's watchingyou. He knows what you're getting, sparrow. He doesn't have to see your tits or your pretty cunt to know. And he knows it's all mine."
I was wet beyond belief. My inner thighs, Gus's hand, his cock—everything was soaked and slippery. His fingers tugged at the bar through my nipple, twisting it until I lost the ability to trace sensations back to specific portions of my body. Never in my life had I experienced arousal like this.
"Do you think he's hard, sparrow? Do you think he'll get in his car, rip his trousers open, and jerk off with you on his mind? In his rearview?"
I shuddered at his questions. I couldn't believe what he was asking me or what I was doing, but I nodded. "Yes."
He dragged two fingers down my pussy, tracing his cock as it moved inside me. "Should we show him what you look like when you're coming?"
