He circles my clit, knowing exactly what rhythm, the pressure, so perfect that immediately, I'm writhing, gripping his shoulders, mouth clamped shut in an effort to be quiet. The effort is lost when he slips a finger inside me, stroking my clit with his thumb. Then a second finger, stretching me wider, curling, finding that spot. There's no teasing this time, no slow and steady, no edging. No, this time itisa race, his rhythm fast and intense. I'm climbing so fast, the surge spurred by the danger of being caught. But I don't care. He feels so good, I'malready reaching that point when want becomes need, when I am so needful, I would do anything he asked.
Anything.
I'm already close, fluttering around his fingers, my hips grinding.
"That's it. Let me feel you," he whispers in my ear, and that’s all she wrote. .
I come fast and hard, curling into him, biting his shoulder to muffle the sound, pussy clenching around his fingers as he works me through it, not stopping until I'm trembling.
I lean back against the door again, watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and taste me.Fuck, I love when he does that. It's so filthy. Already, I want more. Starting with his dick. I reach for his belt, but he stops me.
"Not here."
"But--"
He cups my face, kisses me hard.
"We're leaving. Now."
"Now?"
"Right fucking now."
I am a floating, boneless creature, and he's wound so tight, he looks like he might snap. I want to get home, want to touch him until he's unraveled and boneless next to me.
His breath is shallow, his concentration focused on righting my skirt, steadying me when I wobble. Washes his hands, then he smooths my hair, kisses me. His shirt is all wrinkled and his hair is a mess--I fix it for him. He opens the door, checks if the coast is clear, and then we're gone, waving goodbye on our path to the door almost too fast for anybody to see. Thank god I gave Grey my ID and left my phone in the truck. I'd die of embarrassment if we had to go back over there.
We bolt out of the bar and to the truck, breathless as we climb in. He's backing out. I'm flipping the console up and divinginto his lap. He accidentally slams the brakes, hissing, his hand flying to the back of my neck, but he doesn't stop me, lets me undo his jeans. His cock juts out, hard and glistening at the tip, and the second I grip his shaft, his crown is in my mouth.
"Fuck, Molly--…Jesus--"
He's driving one handed, speeding back to his place, which thankfully is close. The way he's moaning and groaning, I don't know if he'll last long. His hand leaves my neck to reach for my skirt, gathering it up to bare my ass.Nowthe noise he's making are obscene, and the salty tang of him coats my tongue.
And we cannot get home fast enough.
CHAPTER 37
LET HER.
GREY
Ibarely make it into the driveway, throwing the truck in park and killing the engine.
With my hand on her shoulder, I guide her off me enough to reclaim my cock and tuck it back into my boxer-briefs. I shove open my door, get out, pull her out and point her at the house, grabbing her ass with one hand before giving her the smallest shove.
"Get in that fucking house, peaches. Now."
And then that hot little brat looks at me over her shoulder and runs.
I don't know what comes over me, but I growl like a fucking animal and chase her down to her squealing and giggling, the two of us falling through the back door. It slams behind me as my mouth crashes into hers--teeth clashing, tongues tangling, nothing gentle, nothing soft. Her hands are already up the back of my shirt, nails scraping down my spine hard enough to leave tracks.
Fuck yes--mark me.
My hands find her bare ass, squeezing through the fabric of her skirt with my palm.It's then that I remember her drenched panties in my pocket and groan into her mouth.
She gasps against my lips, and I use the opening to deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth like I'm starving. Because I am. Even when I pick her up and her legs are wound around my waist, her pussy pressed to my abs, thanks to her grabbing at my shirt, it's not enough. It'll never be enough.
I'll want her for the rest of my fucking days.
