He starts his car then reaches for my hand. Our fingers lace together, fitting perfectly. The car lunges forward, speeding toward the airport exit.
He pulls over on the parkway where a string of cars and taxis wait for incoming arrival flights. The area’s dark, there isn’t much passing traffic, and honestly, I don’t think either of us really care. As soon as the ignition is off, I slide past him and climb into the backseat. The cool leather does nothing to calm my heated skin. Dex tries to follow, but can’t wedge himself between the two front seats. I can’t help but laugh. He’s the size of a Neanderthal.
He growls out a curse and pushes open the front door. “This car gets smaller every time I’m in it.” When he pulls open the back door he’s already unzipping and shoving down his jeans. His cock pushes against his briefs and my mouth waters anticipating how hard and thick he’s going to feel inside me.
Dex pulls the door closed behind him and the overhead light dims until we’re bathed in shadows. When my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see he’s watching me carefully as he strokes himself. I can’t stop staring. His fist slowly glides up and down, and every few pumps he squeezes hard and rubs a thumb over the small glistening of precum that slips from the top.
“You’re not thousands of miles away anymore, come here. I’ve been walking around with this thing since I bought my ticket home. Look how hard you make me.”
I slip my hand over his and he gasps low, when I drop my knees to the floorboards and begin to run my tongue lightly around the head of his cock.
“Ohhh…Fuck…yes…” Dex groans. His hands fly away, one grasping at the door, the other tangling in my hair. “Mmmmmm,” his throat hums low.
The noises and words that fumble from his mouth ache and bite at my nerve endings, turning me on more. I wrap my lips around his tip and suck hard. The hand in my hair tightens into a fist.Yes, I want to make him lose control. I swirl my tongue around as I suck, and stroke his shaft with one hand. My movements are slow and sensual at first, long laps with my tongue and slow tight caresses with my fingers.
“Jesus…Nash,” he whispers. “What are you doing to me…”
I glance up at him and gradually quicken my pace. He doesn’t stop watching me, and the way he looks at me, it sends shivers through me. His lips are parted and he’s breathing fast andI’m making all of this happen.
“Come up here,” he moans. “I want inside you.”
“Mmmmm,” I hum against his shaft, pushing his head into the back of my throat. His cock throbs in response.
I suck harder, faster.
“Jane…fuck…your mouth…fuck I love this.” His words are mumbled, almost inaudible.
His hands yanks on my shirt and pulls it up over my head—and for a moment I’m trapped inside it with my mouth still on him. “Off, get it off,” his voice cracks.
I pull my head up and out of the shirt, making a small whimper when he leaves my mouth. He tosses my shirt to the side and pulls my chin up with a finger. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip and dips in to meet my tongue. I suck on it, whirling my tongue around its tip. “Wicked, wicked woman,” he whispers as he leans in to meet my lips for a kiss.
His lips are warm and full of fire.
He slides my leggings down my ass, shoving them around my knees. His tongue dips into my mouth as one hand slips down between my thighs. There’s a sharp inhale when he feels how wet he’s made me.
I part my knees wider. I need him there. I’m throbbing and pulsing for something, needy and desperate for it.
He presses a finger in, then two, and I rock against him with a sigh.
“Fuck…You feel like you’re melting over me,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Oh, I am Dex,” I hiss and slowly ride his fingers. “I definitely am.”
He leans his head back, his eyes flickering to mine. Inside me, his fingers move in long smooth dips. Teasingly slow. I’m suddenly struggling against my orgasm. I start to pulse around his fingers. He feels it, he must, because he stops and bites down at his lip. Then, in one swooping motion, his fingers are gone, landing on my waist. He pulls me up and over his lap and I’m straddling him, the plump head of his cock, warm and silky, perfectly positioned against me. My feet bound by my leggings gives me a little thrill.
His eyes are still locked on mine when he rolls his hips and slips his shaft against me. His thick tip brushing against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I whisper as he continues the slick rock of our bodies. He’s not even inside me yet, but it feels so erotic. So fucking good. I’m achy and feverish.
Dex quickens the pace and I’m almost dizzy with a need, an urgency I’ve never felt before. All I can taste and smell and feel is Dex, his greedy hands, his greedier mouth. He takes hold of himself and stills, pressing the head of his cock against me. I shiver and tremble with absolute lust.
I lean my forehead against his and both of us watch as the tip of him slowly dips inside me. He’s so big and thick and warm and I can’t help but slip down around him until he’s buried so deep it almost hurts.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Oh,fuuuck.”
I sway my hips and his fingers dig into my skin. My legs shake from desperately trying not to come too soon. But it’s spiraling and spreading, rippling up from my core. His hands press and move my hips in a slow steady rhythm. My back arches as I ride him.
His lips latch onto a nipple and his tongue flickers over it like a feather. It makes goose bumps break out across my skin.
