He pauses, eyes moving to mine. “No what?”
I try to answer, but his fingers are moving inside me again, pushing me closer to the edge. Frantic, I grab onto his wrist, attempt to pull him away as I whimper, “Please. Don’t make me squirt here.”
“I’ll do whatever I fucking want,” he grits out, the inward drive of his fingers taking on a new urgency. I moan loudly, unable to quiet myself as the pressure builds and builds until I feel I’m going to burst.
But then, he stops.
“What the fuck,” I gasp, a sob of frustration echoing through the car. “Goddamn it, Ren.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, though from the gleam in his eye I can tell he’s not sorry at all. “We’re almost home.”
Resting my head back I squeeze my eyes shut and then close my legs, making sure my skirt is beneath me as I slowly sit up. Ren assists me, then removes his coat, resting it on his lap.
The driver pulls into the driveway then circles out back where this particular car is parked. I used to use a car service, but Ren insisted on having our own car and then hiring a trusted driver, something about secret recordings and whatnot. Personally, I think he’s been spending too much time swapping conspiracy theories with Declan, but who am I to tell him how to spend his money.
Ren helps me from the car, leads me to the door, opening it for me and then motioning for me to go inside. “I’ll be right there.”
He moves to close the door, but I stop just in the way, so I’m out of sight but blocking it from shutting completely. He pauses, releases his hold on the door handle. “What are you doing?”
Reaching down, I grasp the edges of my dress in both hands, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. Then I stand there, completely bare ass, smirking as I taunt, “Hurry back.”
Then I shut the door in his face.
28
A BIT OF TAKING
REN
That little—
Wasting no time, I rush back to the car, instruct the driver to pull around to the garage. I meet him there, bay door open, and he pulls in, quickly parking and exiting the vehicle. The bay door is already partially down when he runs under it, and he laughs, likely totally understanding my urgency given what just went on in the back of the car.
To his credit, he says nothing, his expression giving away nothing, and when I hand him a tip in wadded up cash he nods his thanks. He heads to where he parked his own vehicle up the driveway, and I secure the garage, then make my way back to the door I left Cassidy at.
I’m barely through the door before she’s on me. She grips my jacket, yanking me into the hallway, the door slammed shut as I find myself pressed back against it.
“Slow down,” I murmur, even as I attempt to help her remove my jacket, wrenching my shirt open in a frenzy. “There’s no rush.”
‘Shut up,” she breathes against my lips, then her tongue comes out, licking until I open for her. She kisses me like madness, her lips seeking, her tongue sliding along mine before retreating, making me chase what I’m yearning for.
I attempt to move closer, but she backs away; her hands grip my torn shirt and she pulls me away from the wall, turning me so I’m walking backward down the hallway.
Her hands on my shirt stop me, and I look at her, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. She releases my shirt, her hands sliding up until she’s gripping my shoulders, pressing downward. “Get on your knees.”
I have a moment’s pause, but then I sink to my knees without comment. She comes with me, immediately unfastening and unzipping my pants, shoving them down my thighs with my boxers. I make a slight move to remove them, but she shakes her head, her hands pushing hard against my chest, knocking me off balance.
Rolling to the side, I manage to bring my feet out in front of me and then I’m sprawled on my back, shirt torn open, naked from the thighs up, Cassidy crawling toward me looking like a kitten who got the cream.
And I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
She pauses right over my pelvis, her eyes focused on my cock. Stroking her fingertips lightly along the sides, she drops her head, licking the tip delicately. My hips flex, and her free hand moves to my stomach, pressing down as she suck me between her lips.
And I almost come right down her throat.
My hands fist at my sides, my heels digging into the rug beneath me, my head lifting for a better view. I come up onto my elbows, watching her take me into her mouth, wanting to grab onto her, shove her down until I’m jammed into the back of her throat. She hums, her moan of pleasure sending a vibration rightinto my balls, and I curse, attempting to push my urge to come back.
And then she stops, pushes me back, straddles me right there in the hallway, her naked skin gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the skylight overhead. Pressing her pussy against the head of my cock she smiles lazily, licks her lips. Her head tips back, her eyes half-closed as she slides down, her slick inner walls giving way to my cock, slowly, inch by inch, until her pubic bone is flush with mine.
