“Mmmm,” she moaned into my mouth. Our tongues vibrated in tandem. I longed to see what else that tongue could do.
But not now, not here.
This wasn’t the time and place. We had spent the past month putting on a show—for her friends, for my teammates—and tonight was closing night. The show was over.
“I want you, Jared,” she whispered against my lips, her eyes glazed with need. “Take me home.”
She snaked a hand beneath my blazer, scraping her manicured fingers down my chest, inching dangerously close to my belt buckle.Oh, angel, you’re asking for it.
And I was going to give it to her.
“We’re leaving. Now.”
Nessa
His hands were on me before the limo door shut behind us.
Our poor driver. He had to know what was about to happen in the back of this car. I would see to it that Jared tipped him like a sailor on leave . . . just as soon as he got me off. At least once, preferably twice, and if possible, in the next five minutes.
Without missing a beat, Jared dragged me across the leather seat and onto his lap, pulling me to straddle his thick thighs. I was suddenly very thankful I had decided on an A-line skirt with a deep leg slit. Somebody had clearly had easy access limo sex on the brain when they’d come up with the design.
His lips came down on mine, hard. His hands roamed my body, coasting over my shoulders, down my neck, and around my back before finally settling on my ass. With a handful of each cheek, he rolled my body over his.
While Jared mauled my mouth, we both gathered the layers of fabric around my waist, baring me from the waist down savefor the scrap of lace covering my mound. The first brush of his fingers against my slit had me moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck, angel.” His groan reminded me of a wounded animal. “How are you always so fucking wet for me?”
I didn’t answer him, instead winding my hands through his hair and grinding down on his fingers. He cupped my pussy through the thong, rubbing the heel of his hand against me as we kissed again.
He licked into my mouth, matching every whimper with a throaty moan of his own. When he slid a thick finger inside me, I lurched off his lap, bracing a hand against the roof of the car.
“Oh god,” I cried out, gasping for air.
Maybe it was the strapless corset beneath my dress, or maybe it was the man working his finger in and out of my body with shallow thrusts, but either way, I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like my heart might beat out of my chest at any second.
“I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back of a limo.”
My hips wiggled against his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind.”
His other hand glided up my ribcage before slipping inside the top of my dress and drawing out my breast.
“Fuck, angel,” he murmured against my throat while massaging my breast. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about these tits?”
Probably about as long as I’ve been dreaming about your monster cock.
It didn’t escape me—not even in my kiss-induced, delirious fog—that I had yet toseeJared’s penis. I didn’t need to. I had felt him pressed against my back, between my legs, and let’s just say, I was glad I had restocked my lube supply earlier this week.
I sucked in a breath when he used two of his fingers to pinch my nipple. Not too rough, just enough to send a zing of electric need to my clit.Fuck, it shouldn’t feel this good.I had never been this responsive with my previous partners, especially in thebeginning, but that wasn’t the case with Jared. He worshiped my body like it was made specifically for him.
I rolled my hips into his touch while he lavished my breast with nips and kisses. “I’ve wanted you in my bed for months, and a quick fuck in the back of a limo isn’t going to cut it.” He added a third finger to my dripping cunt, stretching me wider. “I need you spread out and splayed wide forhours. Beneath me, on top of me, bent over the bed while I drive into you from behind.”
“Yessss.” I whimpered. “I want that.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to get you off on the way back to your house, though.”
He wrapped his teeth around my nipple and bit down.Oh god.Pain quickly melted into pleasure as he swirled his tongue around the nip. The love bite he’d left on me last week had just finished fading. At this rate, I was going to look like the one hundred and second Dalmatian before the night was through, and yet, I couldn’t be bothered to care. On the contrary, a part of mewantedJared to mark me. At least then I would wake up tomorrow with some kind of proof that this wasn’t a dream.
I clung to the pink tie around his neck with one hand and pressed the other to the limo roof, pushing back against the three fingers pistoning in and out of me.
