He shifts, dragging the flat of his thumb over my pubic bone, down the center. His eyes stay on mine as he brushes my clit, the friction of the lace coupled with his deliberate stare making my stomach cramp.
It’s a little unnerving how he slips between scandalized Boy Scout and experienced sex god with just the flip of his hands. Like a mask he can take off whenever he pleases.
A part of me wonders if we have that in common. The compartmentalization that keeps us sane.
“Of course I have. But are you sure you want to do this with a stranger?”
I undo his zipper, our breaths ratcheting with eachclinkof its teeth parting. His abs contract as I slide my hand beneath the elastic waist of his boxers, gripping him in my fist.
Yep,big. Heavy. My mouth waters at the weight in my palm as he stiffens beneath my touch.
“It helps to think of it as a part,understudy,” I say. “We’re just two people taking on important roles.”
“With no audience.”
“Would you like one?”
He seems to consider this, then swipes his tongue over a diamond-hard nipple while his thumb pressesjust sobetween my thighs. “No,” he admits, his breath warm on my skin. “I don’t think I want anyone else to see you like this.”
My throat dries up. “Good, you’re getting into character.”
“You’re wet,” he notes.
“Everyone’s different, but that tends to happen when a good-looking person has their hands all over me.” My face heats, and I fish the condom from its wrapper. “Doubly so when they’re a good kisser.”
His smirk incinerates something inside me. “Good-lookinganda good kisser. Hm. Quite the package you have beneath you.”
No kidding.“I’m afraid I’ll require a bit more proof.”
“Huh?”
I give him a squeeze, and he jolts, his thumb making me see stars. It’s a single rush of force against my pulse point, and it scatters my nerve endings. Pinching the tip of the rubber, I position it at the head of him, but he quickly brushes my hands aside, lifting his hips so he can pull his pants down more.
“Let me,” he says.
My heart throbs once his cock is fully out, and he fists it in one palm, taking the condom. His fingers tremble as he slowly unrolls it on himself and releases an unsteady breath.
I inch forward while he holds it straight, positioning myself. His chest heaves with each passing second, rising and falling as sweat slicks across his forehead. I lean in, licking a droplet before it can fall into his eyebrow, then continue a path with my tongue down the side of his face, pausing to taste his bottom lip.
Our eyes lock when his tip bumps against me. I reach under my ass, tugging my panties aside, and slowly sink down.
His free hand tangles in my hair, grounding me in place as he dives in for another kiss. I’m unsteady, unpracticed, and this car is small, so the bite of painful resistance between my legs is not entirely unexpected.
Frustration bleeds into me when I can’t glide him right in, and I pull back, glaring at where we’re connected.
“Are you okay?” he asks, swallowing loudly.
I nod. “Fine, just—can I?—”
My hand hovers close to his, and after a long, weighted pause, he relents. I wrap my fingers around him and angle my hips to take him better.
“What do you need?”
“Nothing,” I grit out, annoyed and on the verge of tears when itstillisn’t working. God, what an embarrassing time for my body to fail. “It’s just?—”
I suck in a startled gasp when he presses two wet fingers to my clit, swirling gently. Pressure coils in my abdomen, and I nearly collapse with the euphoria that races through me.
His cock sinks in an inch.
