I look her over from head to toe, devouring every inch of her body without a single word. When I’ve had enough, I finally exhale the breath I was holding. It comes out raspy. “I’m goingto play with my little muse. She’s going to be a good girl and suck this big dick,” I say through gritted teeth, dropping her wrists and standing to run my hand over my length.
She drops her eyes to the large bulge I’m cupping, eyes alive with mischief. “Unbutton my pants,” I demand, staring her down until she reaches for me. Her fingers work to unbutton my jeans, rolling my zipper down slowly as she dips a finger between it and my throbbing cock. The back of her finger drags over my length, causing my dick to flex in response.
She drops her hands away, waiting for my next command. Instead, I reach for her face, cupping her chin with one hand while I grip my dick with the other. “Let me see how you part your lips for me.”
She pops her lips open slowly, looking up at me through her lashes. Fucking perfect. She’s exactly what I need. Vivienne reaches for me, her grip is firm as she guides me to her pretty little mouth. At first, she licks and teases me, then her mouth wraps around me and starts to suck. Deeper and deeper she goes as I move along to her rhythm, sliding myself against her tongue with every thrust.
Fuck, she’s good at this. She edges me along until I’m rock-hard and dripping precum down her throat as she takes it all like the good girl she is. I’m so fucking turned on as I pump between her swollen lips, watching as saliva and cum glisten on my dick each time it pops back out. My grunts and moans are so low only she can hear over the smacking sound of her sucking me off.
When I can’t handle it anymore, I growl, “I can’t fuck you here. How far is your place?”
She sits back, releasing my cock from the warmth of her mouth, then looks up into my eyes through the mask and whispers, “Less than five minutes.”
I right myself, fix my pants, and help her up. In a hurry, I pull her against me, savoring the way her body folds into mine like we’re built for each other. She tries to take a step back, but I surprise her by tossing her over my shoulder and hauling her back to the car. I load Vivienne into the front seat, buckle her, and cross to the driver’s side.
“Directions,” I demand with a pant.
She giggles. “What’s wrong? Cas Wilder has morals that prevent him from fucking at the park or in a minivan?”
I glare.
“Turn left out of the parking lot, then take the first right.”
“Take your panties off,” I say, ignoring her. I watch as she slides her shorts down, pausing to taunt me, “I have morals preventing me from doing that publicly.”
Rolling my eyes with a sigh I stop the car in the middle of the street. “We aren’t moving until the panties come off. I want you screaming my name and we can’t do that here.”
She laughs then slide her panties slowly down her legs. Stepping out of them she swiftly replaces the shorts.
I floor it, barreling down the road on our way back to her place, leaving her speechless and holding her panties.
After a few more turns through the neighborhood, the houses begin to look familiar. In no time at all we’re driving down Vivienne’s street.
“Pull into my driveway,” she says, fighting off a yawn.
“Oh, none of that. You can’t be tired—we’re just getting started.”
She laughs. “I guess that chase took a lot out of me. It doesn’t help that I didn’t sleep great last night.”
Guilt hits me like a wrecking ball, and I instantly feel bad for my part in the scenario. But then again, I wouldn’t know someone was in her bushes, so I don’t actually feel all that bad about it.
“You’ll sleep really good once I’m through with you,” I promise, climbing out and moving around the car to open her door.
The moment it swings open, my hands slide up her legs, and my thumbs land against her pussy. It’s hot, and the throb of her pulse pushes back against me. Burying my face against her, I kiss and nibble her neck until she’s arching her back and whimpering in my arms. When I pull away, she wobbles to her feet, allowingme to lead her to the front door, where she fumbles with the keypad.
I need to make sure I capture that on camera so I can let myself in and surprise her next time. As I examine the porch, I notice the branches of the bushes swaying ever so slightly, but I don’t feel a breeze. I squint into the darkness, watching for something else. It could be the person from last night back again—which would be concerning. It could also be the paparazzi, or—
A bunny bounces out of the bushes in a flash and across the yard. Or nothing at all, apparently.
Convinced it’s nothing more than the bunny, I round on her. As the door swings open, I pull my mask over my face again and press her against the frame, wrapping my hand around her neck. She gasps. I move in for a kiss, my entire body caging her in place.
My lips part and are inches from hers when she shoves her panties in my mouth. I totally forgot I made her take them off. I growl my satisfaction just as a flash goes off from the bushes. Shielding her protectively from a paparazzi moment, I look just in time to spot another flash. Seconds later, a figure bursts from the bushes, running away on foot.
“Come on,” Vivienne says, yanking me inside.
“But—“ I protest, spitting out the panties.
“But it was just one paparazzi. Let them have their photo,” she soothes. “And put those back in. I didn’t say you could take them out.”
