Oh, I would like to get to know her better, alright. I want to know her inside and out, the things that drive her up the wall, and the things I can do to make her happiest. I want to memorize every curve, every quirk, and every little thing she loves and hates.
“At the risk of being too forward, we can go back to my apartment,” I suggest, excitement coursing through me.
She shoots me a flirty smile and nods. “I’d like that.”
We approach my car, Jeremy waiting in the driver seat, ready to go. I open the back door for her, watching her slide in. As Iclose the door behind her, I pray there’s no traffic for the drive back.
I practically skip over to the opposite side, sliding in next to her and telling Jeremy, “My apartment, please.”
He nods once, then immediately starts driving, keeping his eyes forward, on the road.
Next to me, Mallorie lets her hair down, shaking her head and letting her curls cascade down her shoulders. She runs a hand through to the roots, and it does something to me, making my entire body feel hot.
“So, tell me Emris,” she twists so that her legs point toward me, “what is it that drives you crazy?”
Without missing a beat, I simply say, “You.”
She narrows her eyes as her cheeks flush. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Fine, fine.” I sigh, pausing to think for a moment. “Laziness. I cannot stand people who blame their lack of success on others, when they have done nothing to achieve it themselves.”
She nods, her eyes slowly travelling over me. “Now I’m worried you might see me as lazy.”
“Why would I think that, darling?” I scoff, extending my arm so it lies along the back of the seat behind her.
“Well, I know the choices I made are what led me to where I am today. I trapped myself. But I also blame the world for dealing me a shitty hand.” The tilt of her head reveals more of her neck.
I shake my head at her, reaching out and twirling a strand of her hair between my fingers. “You have not come across as lazy, not once. I find you to be quite driven, even just from our brief time knowing each other so far.”
“I have goals, I want to make something of myself. Do something meaningful,” she continues, each word rolling off her tongue with confidence. “I just haven’t figured out what yet.”
I search her face, stopping myself from leaning in right here and now. “I will do whatever I can to help you figure out your dreams. I’ll support you in whatever way you will let me.”
She must be feeling the same thing, since her hand is grazing my thigh tenderly as she leans in, pressing her lips to mine. She tastes like candy, the flavor addictive. I drop the strand of her hair I’ve been playing with, cupping her face and pulling her closer to me.
Her fingers dig into my leg, sending jolts of electricity through me, my cock pulsing beneath my pants. Fuck, does she know what she does to me? What I’d like to do to her? I kiss her harder, my tongue slipping into her mouth and chasing hers.
She pulls away, trailing kisses down my neck and driving me wild. My hand behind her slips into her hair, pulling her head back so I can press my lips against hers.
Sliding over me, she straddles me tightly. Her fingers find their way into my hair, the sensation of her nails raking against my scalp increasing my hunger for her.
Her other hand fiddles with my necktie, loosening it as she works her way down my neck again, sucking gently with each kiss. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. She owns me. All of me.
I briefly open my eyes, noticing that Jeremy has closed the little window that separates the front from the back. Good man, giving us privacy. I wouldn’t want Mallorie to feel disrespected.
As she sucks on my neck again, this time harder, my eyes flutter closed once more. My hands grip her hips tightly, gently guiding her to grind against me. She moves harder against me, each sway of her hips getting closer and closer to me, my pants feeling like they might just rip.
The weight of her disappears, as do her lips from my collarbone, and my eyes open in disappointment. It quickly turns to excitement, anticipation, as she slides from my lap toher knees, between my legs, dragging her fingertips down my chest slowly as they make their way to my belt.
This time, I don’t stop her from undoing it. She slides it off of my waist so quickly, you’d think she designed the belt, then her fingertips gracefully but eagerly undo the button and zipper of my pants.
She looks up at me through her eyelashes, her eyes ignited with a fire. Just the way she gazes at me pushes me to the edge, the power she holds unbeknownst to her. Her eyes tell me more than her touch, and her touch tells me a lot.
Her full, dark-red lips are parted, and I can’t help myself as I bring my hand to her face. I cup her jaw, tracing my thumb over her lips and pulling down slightly on the bottom one.
My breath hitches as she begins to grab at my cock through my boxers. I tense up, a fire rushing through my chest and cock pulsating under her touch.
Her teasing continues as she drags her other hand across the band of my boxers, but doesn’t pull them down. A devilish smile dances across her lips, and I grab her wrist, lowering my head and capturing her lips with mine.
