My first orgasm tears through me at his words, and he chuckles in my ear. “Coming from my words? Yeah, I’d wager you actually love it when I talk.”
“You’re insufferable,” I pant.
“You didn’t seem to be suffering when you were coming on my fingers.”
“You know what I do love?”
“What’s that?”
“When you shut the fuck up andfuck me.”
I feel his foot slip between mine, kicking at my right one, forcing me to spread my legs open before he taps the left, splaying me wide for him. “Do you want me to fill you, Jade?” His voice is a low, whispered seduction in my ear, and I suppress a shiver.
There’s hardly any use denying it. He’s already gotten me wet and worked up, and I’m far too turned on not to see this all the way through. “Yes.”
He lets out an inaudible grunt as he slowly starts to pull up the layers of my skirt. “I wish I could take this dress off, lay you down, and fuck you hard into floor, but with the chance that someone could see us…” I look up at the pod above us but can’t see anyone. Relief and disappointment courses through me in equal parts. “They don’t get to see you like that. That’s for my eyes only.”
“So territorial.” I twist back and capture his lips with my own, and he wastes no time coaxing my lips open and laying siege to my mouth.
He pulls away as quickly as it started. “Iamterritorial of you, Jade. You’re mine. Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to fuck.” I can hear as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, using his other to continue pulling up my dress. “Call me a brute, I don’t quite care, just as long as you also call me yours.”
My heels put me at the perfect height for the tip of his cock to line up at my entrance, and I jolt at the feeling of him pushing through my lips. Slowly, he rubs the swollen head back and forth through my folds, and I liquefy against him, anticipation building through my body. I press back, encouraging him to take it one step further, but he pulls back slightly, tearing a frustrated sigh out of me.
“Say it.” His shaft runs back and forth again as he rocks, soaking his length with my arousal before notching his head at my entrance.
“You’re mine.” My voice is a soft growl, drunk on love and lust when he snaps his hips forward and sinks in all the way to the hilt.
Both of us groan as Tieran falls forward slightly, hand landing hard on the glass of the car, his chest resting against my back. He takes a moment—whether to give me a chance to adjust to his size or because he needs it himself, I don’t know.
“Yes, I am. So hopelessly and unequivocally yours.”
I clench around him, and his free hand grips my hip roughly.
I do it again and feel him twitch inside me.
He tests a shallow thrust, and my eyes roll back in my head at the feeling of him dragging through my channel, stretching me wide to accommodate his size. My head drops, taking in the sensation of being so perfectly full. Never in my life have I ever felt like this during sex. I always thought I had a fairly good time in bed with partners, but it was nothing in comparison to what I know now. With Tieran, every time felt new and exhilarating—I would never get enough.
“Fuck, you take me so well.”
The praise fills me up like helium, and if he wasn’t holding on to me, I might float away.
Tieran pulls the skirts of my dress until I feel cool air caress my skin. “God, look at you, stretching around me.” Another shallow thrust, and my head drops lower. Tieran’sright hand snakes into my hair, wrapping around his fist, and I’m taken back to the first night we met. His hand in my hair, and we’re in a very similar position, only this time, we have more clothes and more room. Pulling my head back, he says, “You take in your view,” he nods to the city skyline, “while I take in mine.”
He pulls out to the tip before thrusting back in and setting a punishing pace that has a sheen of sweat forming all over my body. In the distance I see buildings illuminated like lights on Regents Street at Christmastime, cars driving across the bridge and people walking along the bank of the river. I can’t process any of it, though, as Tieran drags in and out of me, and I lose myself to the pleasure.
“Fuck,” I cry out when he hits that spot deep inside my body that has sensation lighting up across my skin. “You’re so thick, so deep—how do I feel?” I clench around his thick shaft as it drags in and out of me.
“Fuck, Jade. I want to live and die inside your perfect cunt.” He groans loudly, and it echoes off the glass walls around us, ratcheting my pleasure higher hearing how I make him feel.
“Make me feel it for days after,” I pant out, breath fogging up the glass. “I want the reminder of you with every step I take.”
He goes from thrusting to pounding into me, heeding my wish and rocking me forward with every punishing push of his body. Pleasure dances across my spine, and I clamp my hand down on his thigh, needing to hold on to him.
There’s nothing soft about the way he’s fucking me, and we’re both far from quiet as we race toward that final pinnacle, the Ferris wheel now settled at the very top as London unfurls before us in a wave of beauty.
My walls start to flutter around him, signaling my impending release, and he growls loudly in my ear, “God-fucking-damnit. You feel like a fever dream, too perfect to be real.” He snaps his hips and it pushes me forward, forcing me to brace my hand against the window so I don’tsmash my head on the glass. “Get used to the word forever, Jade because that’s what this is.”
The scream that leaves my mouth on his next plunge is guttural, sending me headlong into an orgasm so intense, it has me convulsing around his length, squeezing him in a vice grip.
