I’m in real trouble. The sight of him like this, kneeling, eyes locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world, nearly undoes me.
I expect him to tease me, or to take his time, but instead, there's a sharp tug and the delicate fabric gives way.
“Oh God,” I inhale, shock and desire tangling together as the cool night air hits me.
“Not God, Willow. He doesn’t deserve the praise for what I’m about to do to you.”
Alright then. Noted.
His tongue sweeps over his lip, satisfaction flashing across his face as his hands slide back up, parting me for him. By the way he groans with hunger, and his throat working as he swallows, I know exactly what got his attention.
“You have a piercing.”
“Uh-huh,” I plant my hands on the cool bonnet. “Got it a few years ago, helps with… You know.”
“Does it?” His eyes don't stray from the piercing, and I can't even close my legs as he holds them open.
“It helps me,” I admit. “You'd be surprised how few men can't even find the clit—” I yelp as he pinches the skin of my thigh. “Ouch! What was that for?”
He straightens, towering over me for a moment, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Never mention anyone you've been with again,” he says softly, brushing his lips against the tip of my nose in a ghost of a kiss. “Because I’m about to show you what it's like to be with an actual man who knows what he's doing.”
I love that commanding tone.
“Lean back.”
I nod quickly and let myself fall back against the car, stomach twisting in knots. He lifts my hips, pressing my shoulders against the cold metal, and the sudden motion makes my head spin—until his mouth finds me.
He pulls at my piercing, sensitive from how much I want him, tongue swirling around, and I can't hold anything back.
“Fuck,” I gasp, eyes fluttering shut, trying and failing to hold onto something.
He grips my ass hard, holding me steady, and I force myself to look at him. The rain is still falling on us; it drips down my skin. Tiny streams trickle from his nose, down his jaw, and I watch mesmerised as he devours me. Every lazy swirl of his tongue teases the piercing, tugging just enough to drive me mad.
“Tell me, is this wetness from the rain… or just for me?”
“Definitely the rain,” I murmur, mischief lacing every syllable.
“You sure about that, my beautiful brat?”
Before I can answer, one of his hands slides away, and two fingers slip inside me without warning. I arch with a pleasured gasp, my neck craning, caught between shock and pure, aching need. He moves with a precision that makes me ache and whimper at the same time—the way he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to touch me, is maddening.
The fact that he's taking me like this on top of his car, in the middle of the deserted road, while rain pelts us, is like a drug. Every nerve in my body is alive, every heartbeat a mix of danger and desire, and I can't get enough.
“Hmm.” he lifts his fingers, letting them hover near my lips. “All wet for me. Taste yourself, princess. Taste how good you are… so I can get back to my meal.”
I take them eagerly, lips and tongue claiming every inch, the salty taste of myself hitting my tongue. He watches me excitedly, and just as I’m about to whine for more, he pulls back only to slide his tongue back exactly where I need it.
He's so damn good at that.
“So fucking delicious, I'm gonna need this morning and night. Fuck princess, you're soaking me. This pussy is so needy.”
I writhe against him, hips rolling into motion, wanting more—needing more. His tongue plunges inside me again and again, circling, teasing, driving me higher, while his nose brushes against my clit with every thrust. That searing, building heatcoils tighter with each growl he lets out, each low, guttural sound of him enjoying the way I taste under his control.
“Elijah.” I bite my lip, trembling.
“Let go for me. Now, princess.”
And I do, a loud, involuntary scream tearing from my throat as my legs quake, my body shivering with the force of it. He laps at me greedily, coaxing every last bit, and I squeeze my eyes shut, calling out to the dark sky above, lost in sensation.
