“Condom. Wallet. Front pocket of my jeans.”
I stretch toward the floorboard where our clothes are tangled. The movement presses my breasts against his face, and he catches one nipple between his teeth, tugging gently.
A strangled sound escapes me. “You’re not making this easier.”
“Good.”
I retrieve his wallet and pull out the condom, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth. Then I roll it onto him slowly, watching his face the entire time. His jaw clenches, his hands grip my hips, and the knowledge that I’m affecting him this much makes me feel drunk with power.
“Fuck, you’re driving me insane.” His voice is strangled.
“That’s the idea.” I position myself above him, feeling his heat, and I’m shaking with anticipation.
I sink down an inch—just the head—and we both freeze. The stretch burns slightly, but the fullness is already overwhelming.
“More.” He sounds wrecked.
“Like this?” I sink down another inch, then stop. His eyes flash with something dangerous and hungry.
“You’re really going to torture me right now?”
“You tortured me.” But my voice wavers because I’m just as desperate.
He thrusts up slightly, and I gasp at the sudden depth. “Two can play that game.”
“Okay,” I giggle. “Okay, I’m done playing.”
“That’s my good girl.”
His praise sends a gush of arousal straight to my center. I grind down on him, taking his whole cock in one smooth motion, and we both cry out. He fills me completely, stretching me in the best way, and I have to pause to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.
“Eyes. On. Me.” His voice is rough with need.
I meet his gaze, and what I see there makes my chest tight. Raw desire mixed with something that looks dangerously like devotion.
“Don’t look away.” He rolls his hips up, hitting somewhere devastating.
His head falls back against the seat, and I start to move.
This isn’t like anything I’ve experienced before. This is me taking exactly what I want, riding him with confidence, and the feeling is intoxicating. After months of feeling powerless—first with Damon, then with the threats from Trent—I finally feel in control.
His hands grip my hips, helping me rise and fall, but he lets me set the pace. Lets me take what I need.
I throw my head back, the sensation building with each thrust. His mouth finds my throat, sucking hard enough to mark, and I clench around him.
“Do that again.” I’m breathless, desperate.
He moves to the other side of my neck, and I shudder. “This?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
The leather seat creaks beneath us. The windows are completely fogged, cocooning us from the world outside. The car smells like sex and us, and I know I’ll never look at this Range Rover the same way again.
I increase the pace, chasing the building pressure. Every thrust drives him deeper.
His hands guide my movements. “Fuck. Take what you need. Use me.”
I look down at him, my hair falling around us like a curtain. “You like that? Me using you?”
