She shook her head and sucked him deeper, until the hairs at the base of his cock tickled her nose. He gave a loud, torturous groan and flooded her mouth.
When he was finished, she swallowed and rose from her position. His cock was still semi-erect, lying wet and heavy on his thigh. Her mouth still watered, and her cunt wasn’t much better.
Reality came back to her in a rush.You’ve had your fun. Now you know what you need to do.“We’re even,” she choked out. “And now we’re done.”
That should have been the final line of her glorious exit, but a click preceded her trying the door handle. The lock had engaged, a lock that didn’t open even when she clicked the button. She turned a murderous glare on the driver who was casually buttoning up his pants, hiding his glorious dick.
Mind out of his pants, damn it.
“Child locks,” he explained kindly.
Oh no he didn’t. “Open. The. Door.”
“In a second.”
“I will break the window.”
“I don’t doubt you will.”
“Eager to explain that to your insurance company?”
“Eager to explain something to you.” He held up his fingers, the fingers that had been buried in her hair as she sucked him. “That was fabulous.”
She couldn’t resist preening. “I know.”
“Second, we are not done.”
There went the temptation of wallowing in her blowjob skills. “We are.”
“Fine. Tell me why.”
“Because…” Why were words so difficult around this man? “You and I aren’t compatible.”
“I know I’ve been an ass—”
“This isn’t about that.” She shook her head impatiently. “You’re forgiven, okay? We’re fine. We can be done now.”
“I don’t want to be done.”
His wide shoulders were so damned tempting. Why was she being reasonable, again? She could have all of this. Even if it was for a night, they could work themselves out of each other’s systems. That was the simplest route to take.
But as they’d discovered already, for some reason a single orgasm wasn’t quite enough for either of them. No, it would be messy and complicated, and her life was messy and complicated enough. Sex was what she used to escape that mess. Not compound it.
“Dinner’s been fun, and sure, some quick hook-ups in an alley or a car are sexy, but you don’t know me. Not really.”
“Is this the part where you tell me you’re too dirty and bad for me?”
She liked it too much when he said those words. “I make no secret of what I am.”
“What makes you think I don’t like bad, dirty things too, Akira?”
Her thighs clenched. “Because you’re not that kind of man.”
“Who’s sorting people into types now?” He leaned in, the scent of sex and him forming a heady combination. “The day I don’t want to have sex with you is the day I’m declared dead.”
He looked up at her, the banked fire in his eyes pulling her in. “I can’t take a breath without remembering what your skin smells like, and I’ll never get the image of what you look like when you’re coming, when you’re being fucked, out of my head as long as I live.”
Dear Lord. That was it. That was her hot button.
