“Are you just getting out of a serious relationship or something? I find it hard to believe a guy who doesn’t know how to flirt can?—”
“Make you come with his fingers?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say youmademe.”
“Right, I just coaxed it out of you.”
I frown. “Just answer my question.”
“Well, flirting and finger fucking are two separate skill sets—” He grunts when I poke his jugular, chuckling. “I’m not just getting out of a relationship, no. Don’t worry. There are no jealous ex-partners waiting to accost you once you leave here.”
Cocking my head, I give him another once-over, trying to determine whether he’s telling the truth. Hedidsay he isn’t always honest, but I’m not sure he stands to gain anything other than a quick fuck. It’s the same thing I’m gaining; there’s no power imbalance here. Nothing he can lord over me at a later date.
Besides, none of this will matter in the morning anyway. I won’t be seeing him again.
He takes his cock in hand, adjusting the condom around the rigid length, and I wonder how he’s managed to stay hard this entire time. But before I can voice my question, he’s tugging me forward and lining us back up.
The tip slips through my glistening flesh before he presses in, and I grab his biceps as he eases me down with his hands on my hips.
There’s a slight pinch as I adjust to his size, butnothinglike before.
Fuck, the stretch is a beautiful thing. I release a moan, tilting my pelvis at the same time he huffs a pathetic little noise.
“God, you feel so good?—”
A buzzing sound splits the air, loud and obnoxious as it cuts off his words. His phone slides across the dash, lighting up with a name I can’t make out from my vantage.
“Shit.” He shifts forward, lodging more of himself inside me, and I bite down on my lip to keep from coming again so soon. A ragged breath escapes him as he pauses, fisting the sides of my dress to keep me in place.
“Ignore it,” I suggest.
“All right,” he agrees instantly, no question.
“Just like that?”
He nods, leaning back so the veins in his throat are exposed. They ripple as he swallows, and I tighten around him involuntarily, swiveling my hips slightly. “Just like that, temptress.”
The buzzing doesn’t cease, though, and after a few moments where the air is so heavy it feels like it could collapse right on top of us, he curses under his breath and snatches the phone from the dash.
Silently, I watch as he scans the screen, his green eyes darkening. “Is…everything okay?”
“Family stuff.”
“You have a family?”
“Most people do.” He glances at me, cringing. “Not…not awife and kidskind though.”
I don’t say anything.
“I’m serious.” His jaw shifts as the phone buzzes again, and he tosses it to the back seat. “Sorry, Elle, but I’m afraid I need to go.”
I blink. “You what?”
“I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Your dick is currentlyinme.”
“Oh, I’m aware. But family emergencies don’t wait.” He grips my hips in both hands, hauling me off, and I wince at the suddenloss of pressure and fullness, then shake my head to try and clear that sensation.
