Page 13 of Devil In A Suit, Vol. 1

“No. I can’t wait. Not another time,” I say, my need growing desperate as his grip on my waist tightens. “Now. Please.”

I see something inside him buckle when I say ‘please.’ The limo pulls up the curb and Jared opens the door for me. I watch him watch my legs as I slide in, a feeling of heat starting to move through me. He shuts the door firmly, like he does everything else, then comes around the other side and takes his place on the seat beside me.

“Home,” he says, the word an order, then hits a button to raise the privacy screen between us and the driver. Suddenly, speeding through the South End towards the Harbor, we are completely alone.

“Come here,” he says, reaching a firm hand to the back of my neck. Without waiting for me to comply, he pulls me towards him, my hair tangled in his fist, and then his lips on mine, hard and wanting. I let out a sigh into them. His tongue parts my lips and invites mine in, his other hand snaking around the small of my back, and my body explodes into a summer storm of heat and lust. I have never been kissed like this. I never imagined I could be kissed like this, like I’m being devoured and yet it’s still not enough. I let out a tiny moan into his mouth, and his grip on me tightens, a growl escaping his lips.

We kiss like we’re melting into each other, his tongue gently leading, guiding mine, and I am all too happy to follow. And then his big, strong hands begin to roam. First down to my ass, caressing my thigh where the hem of my dress has ridden up, then up to the deep V of my dress. The back of his fingers caresses the space between my breasts, teasing, and then they move inward. He cups my breast, the weight of it nothing in his firm palm, his thumb moving lightly around and over my nipple, which is hard at his touch. I shiver each time it passes, a flood of wetness welling between my legs with each touch. And then his hands move back to my waist, then down to my thighs, this time moving inward until his fingers are creeping up my inner thighs. He brushes so lightly, just barely a whisper against the fabric of my panties, which are damp with my desire. I shiver and swallow a scream.

He moves his lips to my ear, his tongue playing against the soft skin for a moment, and then whispers, “I made you wet.” A statement, not a question, with a hint of victory. He’s pleased, and that pleases me even more.

This time the moan that escapes me is not small. He covers my lips with his and the sounds I make fill his mouth as his fingers swirl and tease, the thinnest barrier of lace between him and my orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like it. This is a man who seems to know my body better than I do, and I’m more than happy to give myself over to him. It’s so good I’m not actually sure how I’ll survive sex with him.

Emboldened by my lust, I place my hands firmly on his chest, feeling the cut of his pecs beneath his shirt and tie. My fingers flex, my nails digging into him. He hisses in a breath.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he says, his voice ragged. I instantly like what I can do to him, that I can make him sound like that. I move my hands lower to his belt, then lower still until I can feel him in my hand, rigid inside his pants. I gasp as I attempt to wrap my fingers around him, the size of him shocking and filling me with desire. I’ve never spent much time thinking about cocks, imagining myself as more of a size-doesn’t-matter kind of girl. But feeling what must be somewhere around nine inches in my hand, I know that I’m excited by his enormity.

And a little scared of it, too.

But I still want more.

I slide off the seat and sink to my knees on the floor of the car, reaching for his waist, the platinum H of an Hermes belt standing between me and my first real cock. And that’s the moment where the craziness of what I’m doing hits me, and I hesitate, ever so slightly. I have no idea what to do with a nine-inch cock, and I’m nervous. I try to hide it, but because his eyes are trained on me, his gaze never wavering, he sees it.

“Wait,” he says, and I look up questioningly. Am I doing something wrong? But as if sensing my worry, he smiles down at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “You first.”

He lifts me back up onto the seat in one effortless motion that betrays the muscles hidden beneath his suit. Then he takes my place on the floor. He plants gentle kisses on my knees, nuzzling them apart, opening me to him. His hands move upward, gently guiding the hem of my dress up around my hips. For the first time he sees the gift he’s bought me, the silver thread weaving through the black lace but hiding nothing, and he lets out an animal growl. He kisses up my inner thigh, first the left, then the right, connecting the trail with the tip of his tongue. I immediately search for something to grab onto to keep myself from achieving liftoff. I can’t believe my legs are spread in front of the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and all I want is for him to touch me oh my godstop teasing and just do it already!

As if he can read my mind, he gazes up at me with a wicked grin, a devious spark in his eyes. He reaches up and grabs a fistful of panties in each of his strong hands right at my hip. Then he pulls. The fabric gives with almost no effort, and then there’s nothing between his lips and me but the cool night air. I moan as he blows a little burst of air right at my pussy. He leans down until his lips are nearly touching my body and whispers, “Say please.”

I let out a long moan that I’m sure the privacy screen of the limo doesn’t conceal, but I don’t care. I want him his lips on me now.

“Please,” I whimper, my inner thighs throbbing and slick with my desire. “Please.”

His lips hit me the same intensity he brought to that first kiss, like he wants to devour me, and I scream out. My hands go to his hair, thick and wavy and perfect for grabbing onto. I pull him to me, wanting him closer even though there’s no daylight between us. His tongue dives into my folds, making long strokes up and resting for a beat on my clit before starting again. One of his hands snakes up my thigh, and he slips one finger inside me, then two. I brace for pain, but there’s only pleasure, and I’m shocked to realize I’m grinding into his hand. I want him deeper, harder, and more.

His tongue is now working fast on my clit, circling and flicking.

He stops for a moment and breathes into me. “God, your pussy tastes fucking amazing.” And then he redoubles his efforts, and the heat that washes over me is beyond intense.

I can’t believe I can feel this good, still nearly fully dressed in the back of a car. Every part of me feels alive, from my head down to my toes. I feel sweat prickling as the heat builds, higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his hand. How can this only be the beginning? How can there be more?

And that thought coupled with his growl into my pussy sends me right over the edge. My orgasm hits me in waves, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him towards me and moan like a woman possessed. I come harder than I thought possible, and when he sucks me into his mouth one last time, I swear to god I come again.

As the car begins to slow, he sits back on his heels and gazes up at me. His fingers lazily brush across my soaking wet, swollen clit, making me shudder with each movement. He reaches for the ripped panties lying in a puddle on the seat next to me.

“I’m afraid these are beyond repair,” he says. “Good thing you won’t be needing them.”

More. There’s more.

The car slows to a stop in front of a large brick building that was once a harbor factory. “I’m at the top,” he says, cocking his head towards the window.

“Color me surprised,” I reply, my voice still breathless from the orgasm.

“I do plan to surprise you, Quinn,” he says, that devious grin back on his face. The cold, distant, demanding Jared King from earlier is gone, and in his place is a man who wants nothing more than to possess and please me. “I plan to do quite a lot to surprise you.”

He sits back up on the seat next to me and begins to brush his hair back into place with his fingers, and after a few seconds, he looks more than perfect again.

Grinning, he gives me a quick wink.