Arden winces slightly as she adjusts in her seat. Thoughts of the way she looked bent over that black trunk flood my mind. Fingers gripping around the edges as I made her say it over and over again, “I’m yours.” The words echo in my mind, too.
The mounting pressure in my jeans is making it impossible to think, let alone drive. I don’t know why she has this much power over me, but it’s becoming a huge problem.
Now my only goal is getting us back to the villa in one piece so I can show her exactly what it means to belong to me. Backstage was a reminder. Not exactly a punishment, just me reclaiming what was always mine to begin with. A precursor to the way I’m going to ruin her tonight. Foreplay, if you will.
All I know is as soon as this car stops, I plan to lock the world out and leave my mark on every single place Jaxon’s eyes dared to look today.
She doesn’t wait for me. Before the engine even cuts off, she’s a blur of motion heading for the front door. She’s not fast enough to get past me, though. I’m already there, blocking her path, my pulse thrumming with a lack of control that feels almost dangerous.
“You really think I’m going to let you off that easy?”
She snaps her head in my direction. “What, that wasn’t enough for you? You’re not going to tell me to go to bed?”
A low, dry laugh scratches at my throat. “Not this time. Not even close.”
My gaze meets her ocean-blue eyes, and I catch a flicker of flame there. I drink in that look. I don’t think I could ever get enough.
She moves closer, crowding me until the backs of my thighs meet the hood of the car. I sit against it, the still-running engine warming the surrounding space. The height of her boots brings her close enough to hook her arms around my neck and pull me into a kiss.
Her tongue slides against mine with a desperate, tangling heat that tells me she wants this just as much as I do. I lock my hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me and grinding my hips into hers so there’s no mistaking exactly what she’s doing to me. No mistaking how much I need her. Right here, right now.
I shift my grip to her shoulders, the pressure firm as I guide her down until she’s kneeling on the gravel in front of me. She stays there, blue eyes wide and almost innocent as they gaze up at me. It’s fucking magic.
The car’s headlights illuminate her face as I grab a fistful of her hair and tug, tilting her head back. Her mouth falls open, eyes still locked on mine. The sight of her waiting is enough to send me over the edge.
I inch closer, tugging my zipper down to finally free myself from the suffocating grasp of my jeans. I let out a low, rough exhale as the pressure finally lets up, replaced by a much better kind of tension. “Look at you, giving me exactly what I need. Good girl.”
I can see a hint of heat creeping into her cheeks, and a small smile forming, as I place the head of my cock in her mouth, still ready and waiting.
She doesn’t miss a beat, instantly swirling her tongue over the tip, collecting the taste of me in her mouth, and wrapping a hand around the base of my cock. At first, she’s teasing; sliding her tongue and hand along the length of my shaft at an infuriatingly calm pace.
My breath hitches when she finally seals her lips around me and takes in my full length. “Fuck, Arden,” I breathe, “you look even more beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
I curl my fingers in her hair, gripping tight to keep her mouth exactly where I want it, controlling her every move. She lets out a moan around me, triggering a low groan that escapes my lips before I can stop it. I’m suddenly driven by a relentless need to lose control, even as I fight to keep her completely under mine.
I pull her head toward my body, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth until I feel it hit the back of her throat. Reality feels out of focus as I settle into a rhythm. Thrusting hard and fast until the world narrows to nothing but breath and motion.
Tears stream down her face, mascara staining her cheeks in thick black smudges. Then she gags, and I unravel entirely. I can’t even warn her before the thick streams of cum shoot into the back of her throat, filling her mouth before she swallows it all.
The tension in my muscles disappears, and I can finally ease the tension in my hand, releasing my grip on her hair. I’m still drifting back to earth when she rocks back on her heels, looking up at me with a smile on her face that’s nothing short of lethal.
“I’m yours,” she says, her words coated with wicked amusement, “or do I need to tattoo your name on me like a luggage tag for you to finally believe it?”
“Careful,” I rasp. “I might just take you up on that. I’ve got a very specific spot in mind for the ink.”
I watch that wicked smile of hers falter for a split second as I reach for her. Before she knows what’s happening, I’m already sweeping her into my arms. My hands wrap around the backs of her thighs as I carry her through the villa doors. The scene feels almost like déjà vu, but this time I head straight for the bedroom.
I set her lightly on the edge of the mattress, not bothering to pull back the quilted comforter as I guide her down onto her back. Her shirtslides off and is thrown to the floor in one fluid motion. Then, I’m tugging her skirt to her ankles too, and soon she’s in nothing but fishnets. They look better on her than any tattoo ever could; I’m more than happy to work around them.
Taking in the sight of her, almost naked in the moonlight, my mouth nearly waters. Her exposed nipples peak in the cool night air, and I can’t resist leaning down to take one between my teeth. The quick taste is just enough to evoke a sound that lands somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
I raise her legs into the air, spreading her wide open in front of me, and reach between her thighs. She’s still slick with need for me, just like she was at the concert.
I slowly slide two fingers inside of her, gently massaging her inner walls as I admire the way her wavy hair falls around her face. She moans my name, gripping the sheets, and I take my fingers back.
Making sure she’s watching, I slide them into my mouth and lick myself clean. Her sweet taste alone is stirring that primal hunger in my chest again. “I wasn’t lying when I said you’re delicious; it almost seems criminal not to have a taste.”
I want to play, to tease, but the primal — no, feral — side of me can’t wait any longer. It aches to feel the tight grip of her pussy squeezing my cock.
