My heartbeat quickened at the thought of getting caught doing something as hedonistic as having sex with someone in the back of a limo.
I was a good girl—not the kind of person who had sex in the back of cars. I should have pushed Mick’s hand away and told him to stop.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I melted into him as I turned toward his seeking lips. I loved the feel of his arm wrapped tight around the back of my neck—keeping me there, wanting me there—as his tongue delved in and out of my mouth.
He moved the crotch of my panties aside, and his fingers began to do the same delving.
“If we’re gonna get this done before the hotel, I’m gonna need you to get nice and wet,” he murmured against my lips. “Can you do that for me, Kayla?”
The stakes he presented excited me almost as much as the hooked fingers he was slowly pushing and pulling in and out of me. I could feel myself becoming wetter in answer to his question. I could also feel his erection, now hard and unforgiving, against the side of my thigh.
“That’s right, love,” he whispered in my ear. “Get hot for me. Make this next part one-two-three-four.”
I was too turned on to ask what he meant by one-two-three-four. But I soon found out when he removed his fingers from me and unzipped his pants to take himself out. His hard length was already dripping with pre-cum. “One,” he said, slipping a condom on over his straining erection.
He easily lifted me onto his lap, with my back to his chest. “Two.”
And he just as easily set me down on his long length, invading my slick folds all the way to his hilt. “Three.”
He slapped a hand over my mouth as I cried out with the pleasure of being entered so thoroughly. Then, with his other hand, he began rubbing at the nub between my folds on, “Four.”
“Mmmh…” I tried to stay quiet, but being filled up and touched this way…
I helplessly whimpered into his hand.
“Shh, love,” he said in my ear. “I know it feels good, but if you’re too loud, we’ll get caught.”
I didn’t want to get caught. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit back on my whimpers, concentrating instead on my breathing and how it felt to have his thick length stretching me to the limit as he worked me below.
Soon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried out against his hand with the rising sensation. But instead of offering me mercy, he sprawled me back against him, opening me up even further to his touch as I fell apart under his fingers.
The position made me feel like a helpless ragdoll. Barely doing any work but receiving so much pleasure.
However, my pleasure alone seemed to be enough to rev Mick up even further.
“Think I didn’t notice when ya rocked up to VIP, wearing a front-clasp bra underneath that amazin’ dress? If you knew how bad I’ve been achin’ for ya all day, ya never woulda dared. As it was, you’re fortunate I didn’t do this in the VIP with everyone watchin’.”
I felt a pinch of wicked pleasure at the thought of unknowingly turning him on back in the VIP lounge. But I had to wonder what his threatening “this” referred to.
As if answering my unspoken question, he soon revealed that “this” was him deftly opening the front clasp of my purple bra and pulling open the neck of my yellow dress at the same time, causing my heavy breasts to spill into his large hands.
“Sorry, love, but I can’t get enough of these.” He palmed my globes in his rough, calloused hands, circling his thumbs around their taut nipples. “How long do ya think I’ll be able to last when I finally let meself start movin’ inside ya?”
I’d just come, but I moaned at his question. Desire re-pooled in my lower stomach, and some base instinct made me start grinding my hips on his erection.
“I love ya like this, Kayla.” Mick’s voice became a coarse whisper as he clasped my breasts tightly above my gyrating waist. “Totally exposed. Your knockers hangin’ out your dress, so wet I can feel ya drippin’ all over me knob, just ruinin’ another set of panties.”
His lower-class accent seemed to get thicker the more excited he got. “Whaddya think ’ould ’appen if the driver stopped the car and opened the door now? ’Ould you let me keep goin’ til you got what you was after?”
The question sent a painful lightning bolt of fresh lust through my body, and I very nearly cried out.
“Shh, love! Remember to keep it quiet back ’ere. Just nod or shake your ’ead to answer me.”
I nodded my head, not caring how it made me seem. It was true. At that moment, nothing would have made me stop the journey I was on to another orgasm. The whole city of Paris could be watching us, and I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Look down,” he said. “Look down at yourself.”
