There was silence for a moment after her blurted-out words.
“Bullshit,” came his soft reply.
Surprised at the succinct disagreement from a man who had proven to be more than agreeable, she forced herself to meet his eyes. “I mean it.”
He studied her face in the dim light of the streetlamp from outside. Far below them, the city lights twinkled, but this was the enclave for the wealthiest in the city. Privacy was guaranteed.
She wished she had chosen to do this in one of her busy nightclubs. Amidst a thousand people. That might have made things easier.
Liar.
“Oh, I’m sure you mean it,” he said, his words even. “What are you scared of?”
“Nothing,” she responded too quickly. “I just don’t want to see you anymore.”
“I think I deserve a reason,” he said, skepticism written all over his face. “Because it didn’t sound like you didn’t want to see me when I was making you come all over me in that alleyway.”
He certainly didn’t have much of a problem with frank speaking now, did he? She swallowed, the click of his seat belt releasing loud in the small Toyota. He leaned over and curved his hand around her cheek, his eyes seeing far too much. “Do you know how hard it was for me to stop and pull away from you?” he said, his voice thick. “I could feel your wetness through my jeans.”
Jesus, no problem with frank speaking at all. He had come a long way from not being able to look at her for fear of illicit thoughts. Unable to resist, she dropped her hand down to his crotch, his mouth opening when she massaged the thick bulge she found there. Not for the first time, she wondered what he looked like.
“I know exactly how hard it was,” she murmured, caught up in the heated need pulsing through the small space. Her belt unbuckling was loud in the silence of the car. “Or rather, is.”
“Akira…”
Walk away from him. You were about to do it. Don’t make this messier.
She couldn’t. Let her steal this one more thing for herself. It was unfair they had done so much, yet she hadn’t even seen him. “You’ve made me come three times so far. You haven’t come once.”
“I’m not keeping score.”
His breath rushed out of him when her hands deftly worked the buttons closing his fly, finding him encased in snug black cotton. “Shut up, Jacob. Stop being so saintly for a couple of minutes, would you?”
Unable to wait to have him naked, she leaned down and mouthed his erection through the snug material, rewarded by his groan.
With one fingertip, she edged open the fly of his boxer briefs, reaching inside to release his hard cock from captivity. Fully erect, it jumped into her palm. She inhaled, the scent of hot, aroused male and the perfect shape of his erection making her dizzy with delight. She wished she had more light so she could inspect every inch of his cock, from the engorged veins to the fat mushroom-tip head, wet with his need.
“You’ve been hiding this big cock all these years from me.” It wasn’t an empty compliment. His cock was in proportion to the rest of his body. She ran her palm over the head, slicking it down his shaft. “I don’t know how I’ll fit it in my mouth.”
His hand slid under her hair, gripping her neck. “Try,” he said, obviously beyond all social niceties.
So much for saintliness.
He didn’t shove her face into his lap, merely ran his fingers over her nape in a coaxing motion. When she didn’t immediately go down on him, he shifted, his hips slightly arching, as if to tempt her.
Jacob wooing her into sucking his cock was about the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. She encircled his shaft, rubbing it against her cheek before licking it up one side and down the next.
“Jesus, Akira.” He gathered her hair in his fist, pushing it back so he could see her face. “Suck me.”
“What’s the magic word?” she teased.
He growled, his fist tightening in her hair, sending a bolt of arousal through her belly. “Now.”
Good enough. She opened her mouth and sucked him in, his salty taste an addiction she would be hard-pressed to deny. There were certain things in life Akira felt she was very good at—sucking a cock was one of them, a point of pride Jacob agreed with, judging from his choked cry when she swallowed most of him down her throat, letting it constrict around him.
She pulled off and did it again, and again, until he was writhing beneath her hands and mouth. She glanced up, but his head was tilted back, his eyes shut, face twisted in almost agony, curses and moans falling from his lips.
She knew when he was about to come by the way his hips rose and fell in a sloppier rhythm. He grasped her hair tighter. “Akira, wait, I’m going…”
