I pull the material towards my face, slipping it past his thighs roughly and he sinks back down helplessly with a huff.
“No talking, baby.” I tug the frustrating fabric off his ankles and before he can get up again, I grab his thighs and pull them towards me to sink my teeth into the flesh of his skin.
A sharp cry escapes him that sends a shiver down my spine.
His dick is already hard again after coming on me so disgracefully, but the more bites and nips and kisses I place along his inner thighs, the more painful it looks and the more pre-cum leaks from his tip. Every bite too, is accompanied by a sharp, sexy sound from his mouth, until the car is filled with broken pieces of hisvoice.
The car jerks forward but I’d already guessed Wesley would try to sabotage me, my foot is planted securely on the floor and my grip on Christian is too tight for him to conveniently roll away.
I don't take my eyes away from Christian's when I address the bastard driver, “If someone's not careful, this is going to be a long drive.” I close my teeth around his skin again before pulling away to admire the fresh pink bruises placed there.
The haze has taken over Christian's eyes so completely. I'm sure he and I are both now consumed by the same heat. He looks impatient. His energy is bright and starry with lust for me and his dick twitches while leaking pre-cum.
“You look like a fucking slut.” God, I need to fuck you.
I reach for the pack of lube in the compartment separating the seats in front of us and put it in my mouth while reaching for my cock. Christian hands close around my wrists to stop me, and I scowl.
I'm not going to keep dancing this dance with you.
I drop the packet from my teeth to lean over him, getting in close to nip his lips while simultaneously fishing through the duffel bag on the floor. I know just the thing I need to deal with him. He doesn't even notice it until there's a cold clink around his wrists.
His eyes widen. “Reuben?”
Before his thought can form fully, I’ve slapped the other end of the cuff to the metal end of the headrest in front of us.
The shock on his face is the cutest I’ve ever seen.
I pull my cock from my pants and rip the packet with my teeth to coat it, practically shivering with the anticipation.
“You’re making this very difficult for us, baby,” I say softly. “Lie there for me and shut up.”
“You’re fucking crazy.” He tugs at the cuffs but he and I both know he’s lost all his chances.
I use another packet to coat my fingers and shove one into his ass, and the little scream that leaves his throat is so delicious.
Still, I'm clicking my teeth with new irritation. “You’re too tight.”
“You fucking—”
I cut off his words with another thrust of my finger and his head snaps back, “Ah!”
I lean back against the door and pull his hips up to me so I can wrap my lips over the tip of his cock. The moment I'm taking him to the back of my throat, he lets out this adorable whine. It intensifies the moment I've shoved two of my fingers inside him.
“Fuck!” He bites, “Too—too much—! Wait—!”
I’ve waited too fucking long. Be grateful I’m still trying to loosen you up and not ripping you apart right now.
My fingers have taken up a slow rhythm inside his ass while I suck on his cock. I love the taste and the smell of him, and I'm forcing myself to try to take him deeper, to the back of my throat because the feel of him there makes me feel like my orgasm is near.
I'm practically suffocating myself on his erection when his fingers dig into my hair and his body bucks beneath me with a muffled scream. I’m completely taken by surprise when his cum coats the back of my throat.
Fuck, swallowing it makes me want to come in my pants right now.
My fingers are still buried deep inside him when I finally slide my lips off his cock and look up at him. I think, right here between his legs, where I can watch his face and his energiesandswallow his cum, might be my favourite place.
He’s bitten into the sleeve of his free hand to cut off his moans but his glare is weak from his orgasm, the blush on his cheeks is fierce, and there are tears in the corners of his eyes that make me lick and bite his inner thighs again with a smile.
“You crying?”
