His thigh is solid under me, jeans rough against the thin fabric of my leggings. I rock hard against him, and his breath stutters out on a groan that makes my stomach flip.
“You want it like this?” he mutters, voice gravelly. “In the front seat of my car?”
I nod, fingers tightening in his hair. “I don’t care. Just—don’t stop.”
His grip tightens, dragging me down in a punishing rhythm that makes my thighs shake.
“Christ,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
I roll my hips again, slower this time, letting him feel every inch of it. “Maybe I just want you thinking about all the ways you’re going to fuck me later.”
“Yeah?” His groan punches into my chest. “You want me to fuck you later?”
“Yes.”
“Bend you over the bed?”
“Yes.”
“Make you scream into the mattress?”
I moan.
“Because I’m already thinking about how hard you’re gonna want it. About how wet you’re gonna be when I spread your legs wide and make a mess of you.”
My breath stutters, and I lean in, lips brushing his ear. “I’d rather be on my knees first.”
His hands still, then tighten.
“Fuck, Carina.” His voice is frayed. “You’re killin’ me.”
“That’s kind of the point,” I whisper, grinding down harder. “I want you in my mouth. I want to feel you there, watch you try not to come while I—”
I’m cut off by a whimper when his hand slides up beneath my top, finding bare skin and cupping my breast. His thumbs brush over my nipple, and I swear, I could come just from that.
He shifts beneath me, thigh flexing up hard, grinding right back into me this time so I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans.
“You don’t get to talk like that and not finish,” he continues, his other hand coming down to thumb my clit firmly through my clothes. “Not when you’re this worked up.”
I gasp, clutching his shoulders, hips moving on instinct. The car rocks just slightly, and that tiny bit of danger only pushes me closer to the edge.
“Reid—”
“You close?”
I nod, too far gone to speak. A hand fists into my hair, pulling my head back just enough to watch me.
“Look at me when you come.”
My back arches, and my mouth opens on a cry I can’t swallow, feeling my whole body lock around his thigh grinding into me, his hands clutching my hair, and the way his eyes and voice pin me in place.
His pupils are blown wide and completely wrecked as he watches me, like I’m something holy and obscene all at once. My head falls back, hips grinding harder.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “That’s it. Fuck, baby—”
I start to unravel with a loud moan, eyes locked on his. He groans, hips bucking once beneath me as I shatter, coming hard against his thigh, biting back a cry that tears loose anyway.
“Fuck—”
