My car is always spotless and has more than enough room to recline in.
“And what are you going to do?” I ask.
Not that I’m objecting.
Guilt should be making my heart ache, but I’m high on Travis’s scent and too aroused to care.
I can have this.
Ideservethis.
“Let me taste you,” he says. “Let me make you feel good.”
Those words, low and in my ear, make my heart skip and my stomach flip.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” I purr.
I parked far away from Scents for a reason.
I wanted to get Travis alone where no one else could see. The car closest to me is a good five rows away. The parking lot is mostly empty, and if I’m in the backseat, no one will notice what we do.
Wood and smoke overwhelm me as I crawl into the back seat and lie down, grinning. My bottom hangs off the edge of the seat, and I look up to see Travis staring at me, his chest heaving.
Then, he drops to his knees, kneeling on the concrete of the parking lot, and grabs me by my ankles, pulling me closer to him.
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he mutters, his voice dark. A delicious shiver races down my spine as I obey, lifting my hips to hang my legs over him. My boots cut into my shins in this position, but I don’t mind the bite of pain.
It reminds me this is real. That Travis is kneeling in front of me, his face inches from my skirt.
In the darkest corners of my mind, in the fantasies I used to be ashamed of, he would do this very thing.
In the tiny space, my back seat fills with the scent of warm sugar. My arousal fills the air, my panties are soaked with slick, and Travis just continues to stare. My skirt has ridden up, showing off my black underwear, and he licks his lips.
“You can take them off. Can’t taste me if you spend the whole night looking,” I tease lightly.
He grins, showing off the rare dimples I love to see, then hooks two thick fingers under the elastic of my underwear. He pulls them down the tops of my thighs, and I lift my hips and move my legs to help him shuck them off of me. He tosses them somewhere in the front seat, and I would be affronted if I wasn’t too far gone to care. I move my legs back onto his shoulders quickly, and he grabs my hips and pushes my core closer to his mouth.
My cuntweepsfor him. It’s almost embarrassing.
“Travis,” I whimper.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmurs, his face dimly illuminated by the tiny light in my car. “Had hoped for so fucking long. And you’resoaked.”
Slick spills out of me, dripping from my cunt down to my bottom, and I huff impatiently. “You’re paying for my car to get cleaned after this.”
“Deal.”
Then, I watch as he slowly lowers his face to my cunt.
I hold my breath while he breathes me in.
Travis inhales me. Just plants his nose at my core and scents me.
I let out a deep moan and try to thrust against him, but he moves slightly out of the way.
“The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever smelled,” he groans, closing his eyes. “Like candy.”
“Travis,” I whine. “Please,Alpha.”
