I didn't have to think about that. "Yes."
"Then ask for it."
That quick, quiet command loosened something inside me and—and there it was, fraying like an overburdened rope until I was nothing more than a collection of fine, unbound threads. Like I was the sun and the stars and the moon, everything, all at once. My pulse pounded in my ears. I couldn't keep my eyes open. It felt like sunlight was streaming through my skin.
I was barely able to speak when I whispered, "Fuck me, Gus."
His answering growl was rough in the best ways. "I knew you'd say it."
Chapter Six
Gus
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It was about fucking time.
I didn't say it, but god help me, I thought it as I wrapped my arm around Neera's waist and plowed into her. I'd waited. I'd waited for her to find her confidence and her rhythm, and I'd waited for her to beg.
All of this waiting meant I was dangerously close to coming like a cannon shot before it was my turn. Traditional gentleman I was not, but I believed in ladies first. And this lady wasn't finished.
"Look at him watching you." I tightened my grip on her neck. It wasn't enough to cut off her air but sent a clear message.Others can watch but I keep. "He can't decide if he should jerk his dick right there on the street. That's what you're doing to him, Neera."
"What am I doing toyou, Gus?"
She rolled her hips over me, pausing each time I bottomed out inside her. She liked feeling me deep inside her and—as evidenced by my semi-violent growling—she liked killing me with her cunt. But this didn't end with her simply getting herself off on my dick. No, I wasn't having that. This woman—this pain in my fucking ass woman—deserved to be taken apart and put back together in all the wrong ways, and I was damn well going to be the one who did it for her.
This was the one thing I wouldn't let her do for herself.
I lashed my arms around her torso and thrust up into her as her walls clenched around me, forcing a gasp and tiny shriek from her. "You know. You've known along. Leading me on with that peach-sweet ass and your bossy mouth. You haven't played like you don't know what you're doing to that guy so don't pretend you don't know what you're doing to me, sparrow. Don't try it."
"I make you want."
"More than want," I answered. I held her close as I pounded into her, unconcerned with whether the Jeep rolled over from the force."Need."
"What do I make you need, Gus?"
Not for the first time, I wished she'd turned around when she'd nestled herself in my lap, giving me her wide, expressive eyes. It would've saved me from agonizing over every shift of her shoulders and bob of her head, every ham-fisted attempt at interpreting her words while I fucked the power of speech out of her. She wouldn't have enjoyed the gaze of her onlooker that had turned her body into hot, purring lava but I still would've made it good for her.
"You," I answered. "I need you, Neera." I'd tried to hold out. Fuck, I'd tried. But admitting I needed her blew it all to hell. If I couldn't ignore that truth, neither could my dick. "Tell me you're there. I need you to get there."
She didn't respond, not in words. She nodded, laced her fingers with mine, and turned her head enough for me to kiss her. There was a lot happening right now—I was coming like a fucking rocket, Neera was vibrating in my arms, some dude down the street was watching us, and my head was full of strange, clingy thoughts I'd never before entertained—and it seemed as though my body was caving in from the weight of it all. Just fucking imploding.
Minutes passed before I could tear myself away from her lips and take stock of my condition. I was surprised to find none of my bones or my internal organs were splattered on the windows. Also surprising—Neera didn't climb out of my lap the second she caught her breath. Surprising but welcome.
She traced the edge of my wrist cuff. "I'm afraid I'm unskilled in car sex etiquette. What is the appropriate next step?"
Always so proper, my Miz Malik. "But you assume I am skilled in car sex etiquette?"
I caught her side-eye glance and responded to it with a smirk.
She closed her eyes for a moment, sighed. Then, "I'm asking you what happens next, Gus."
That dollop of vulnerability from her was worth everything.Everything. "I have some ideas about that. I can't remember eating anything because I was too busy thinking about sucking on your neck. I bring this up because I know I'll require sustenance in order to survive the rest of the night with you. If I can interest you in a snack, I can promise I'll keep one hand in your panties while we eat."
"You rendered my panties useless, Gus."
"Mmm, yes. A fond memory." I reached for the shredded aubergine lace on the Jeep's floor and used them to mop up the wet we'd created between us. "Panties, no panties. You know what I'll do for you."
