A needful sound clawed at the back of her throat. “Yes.”
“Good.” I was itching to get my hands on her. “Fuck, if your dress had a slit, I’d put my hands between your thighs and rub your sweet little clit to orgasm. Get you nice and ready for what’s to come.”
The night was young and dark above us, but the lampposts on either side of the street as I exited the highway, bringing us less than five minutes from home, seeped their illumination through my sunroof and windshield, erasing the shadows painting Gabriela’s face and showing me the sharp slice of excitement that sparked over her features.
Those red lips with the pretty Cupid’s bow parted—one heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats—and pressed back together when a decision was made, causing her to lean over the center console.
She was so close that all I could smell was her delicious vanilla and red roses perfume.
“Maybe not me, but we can certainly make sure you’re ready,” Gabriela hushed and that devilish tongue peeked out to trace the shell of my ear. I grunted, so fucking turned on. Her silk-gloved hand gave an experimental squeeze over my tented bulge. “What do you say,bello?”
Fucking hell.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I warned, though I wasn’t opposed to it. Not when I knew that sucking me off and catering to that kink of hers would result in me getting to play with the wettest, juiciest pussy on Earth. “People might see us.”
We’d just arrived at a red light, a single car packed with college-aged men waiting next to mine. All they had to do was stare out their windows and they’d see my date with her hand over my dick.
But that was exactly what she wanted.
The thrill stemming from the taboo nature of this act.
And Gabriela knew well enough that I wasn’t one to deny her anything.
“So?” Her lips quirked up in a wicked smile as she removed her right hand’s glove, letting the silk drop on my dashboard with a flourish. My nerve endings sparked with anticipation. She undid my belt buckle and lowered the zip in record time, the sound amplified in the quiet car. Though it wasn’t as loud as the heartbeat rushing in my ears. “Let them see what a slut I am for the hottest football player in the city.” Her breasts pressed against my chest as her mouth kissed my lobe, whispering, “Letthem see me thanking him for beating the shit out of my useless ex-boyfriend.”
There she was.
My hot little vixen.
I hissed in a breath when her bare hand slid under the waistband of my briefs and pulled out my hard cock. My hands tightened on the steering wheel and my eyes drooped at the pleasurable clench of her fist as she jerked me once from root to tip, her thumb catching the pearly drop and smearing it over the flared surface. “Fuck, Gabby.”
She tutted under her breath, glancing at me coyly through her lashes. “My, my. How long have you been like this, hm?”
I choked out a half groan, half laugh, but there was no humour in it. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you tonight.”
“Aw, my poor pretty boy.” Her melodious voice was laced with a mixture of mock condescension and pure poutiness. “I’ll make it better.”
God, she was a brat. Fuck me if I didn’t love it.
Screw it. If we were really doing this, we might as well go all the way.
I raised a hand to clutch her chin. “If you don’t finish me off by the time I park this car, I will punish you,” I said in a dark tenor. “And, Gabriela? You will swallow every drop.” I jerked her face closer until our lips brushed. “Now get to work, doll.”
Her blue eyes burned. The side of her that basked in my dominance was satiated. So was the side of hers that liked to defy me.
The light turned green.
I floored the gas.
Gabriela’s head descended onto my lap, accepting the challenge.
The first flick of her tongue against my skin was shiver-inducing. The second flick was ecstasy. And when she finallysucked my tip into the warm cavern of her mouth with a little whine—like she got off on blowing me, a rough growl ripped out of me. “Fuckkk.”
This girl was going to be my end.
Her mouth swooped down, taking an impressive amount of me despite being in such close quarters. My groans were guttural, marrying with her small hums. She wasted no time drivingme crazy, head bobbing as she sucked gluttonously, her tongue serpentine-like around my shaft, and her hands playing with my balls, leaving not a single bit of me unappreciated.
Never in my life would I forget the sight of her red lipstick staining my cock, her tits rubbing against my muscular thigh, and her snake diamond-emerald necklace winking like a thousand stars under the blurring streetlights.
