Brian groaned, grinding his cock against her.
The words were like a prayer, and her fate was sealed.
Brian settled his hand above her waistline, popping open the button of her jeans with his thumb and forefinger.
“What have you done to me?” he said as he slowly unzipped the zipper before sliding his hand down her front, letting his fingers slide along the slick, wet folds of her panties.
“I should be asking you the same question,” she said huskily as she hurriedly unbuckled his pants. The satchel bumped her hands as she did so, but she didn’t care.
At the moment, she couldn’t care about anything other than the overwhelmingneed, the desire to be filled by this man.
She slid her hand around his steely hardness, feeling the dampness of his arousal against her palm as she squeezed him tightly.
“Turn around,” he said as he gazed at her.
Athena sucked at his bottom lip, her silver eyes glowing in the reflection of his irises. His cock in her hands was warm, solid.
“Make me,” she breathed.
Brian nipped at her lip gently before sliding his hand back out, leaving her feeling empty. And just like he had the other night, he flipped some sort of switch, his eyes darkening, his shoulders straightening, his heated palms on the sides of her hips. He spun her around with one quick motion, his voice like a shadow.
“Don’t make a sound,” he ordered.
Athena fought a giggle, losing the battle.
He pushed her jeans down hastily, his fingers twisting in the sides of her panties haphazardly as he shoved them down as well.
“That goes for you, too,” she whispered, turning over her shoulder to look up at the man who brought about a part of her she didn’t know existed until recently.
But she liked it all the same.
I never want this to end.
Brian regarded her with a dark look before crushing his lips to hers in response.
And just as he did so, Athena felt the welcome stretch as he entered her, making her see stars. She groaned into his mouth as he bottomed out, his breath catching in his throat.
“Athena...” he whispered.
“Shhhh... We’re supposed to be quiet, remember?” she taunted him.
His hips rocked against her as he laid his head on her shoulder.
“By the gods, you feel so good...” He moaned into her shirt.
Athena giggled.
“You’re doing an awful job of listening to me,” she teased him, gasping as he picked up his pace, slamming into her so hard the car rocked.
“Come for me,” she whispered as sounds of the door opening in the distance echoed. She expected Brian to panic, to pull out and leave her wet and wanting as he scrambled to get himself together, embarrassed to be caught with his pants around his ankles, deep inside her.
But to her surprise, Brian only thrust harder, his fingernails digging into the sides of her shirt. His grunts were labored as he chased his release, and she could feel her own building like a powder keg.
“Please,” she leaned her forehead against the car.
Brian’s right hand found her hair, twisting the locks around his wrist as he tugged lightly, making her look up at him, and she knew she was truly doomed. Because in all her years, no one had ever looked at her the way Brian was looking at her.
Like she was his sun, moon, and stars.
