Page 9 of Pucked Into Position

I pull away, glancing at her kiss-swollen lips. She’s breathless and panting, trying to regain her composure. There are whoops and cheers from the paparazzi when I smile and grab her hand. I quickly lead her to the car waiting for us at the curb.

I shield her with my body as she climbs in, preventing the paparazzi from getting any inappropriate shots of her. She slides across the seat, watching me with a dazed look in her eyes.

I follow her in, shutting the door. I knock on the privacy screen between us and the driver and turn to pin Lana to the seat as the car begins moving.

“Ryan—” she starts, looking up at me as the passing streetlights cast shifting shadows across her face.

Before she can continue, I kiss her again, my lips pressing gently to hers despite my urge to claim her roughly. She seems so innocent; I don’t want to scare her off before I’ve gotten to have her.

She melts into the kiss, and my cock hardens against my zipper, pressing uncomfortably. I imagine her soft lips, currently pressed against mine, wrapped around me. I groan, and Lana lets out a sound that makes me weak.

“If you want me to stop, just say so,” I whisper against her lips, letting my hands slip down the sides of her torso to her waist. She nods, and I keep moving. One hand gripping her hip and the other tracing a path to the space between her thighs.

She gasps as I kiss my way across her jaw and down her throat. I kiss every inch of smooth skin until I reach the neckline of her dress before raising up again.

The car hits a bump and she lets out a squeak. I hold her in place on the leather seat and spread her thighs with my hand. She stares at me with glassy, wide eyes, her pupils blown.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, Lana?” Possessiveness surges through me at the thought.

She shakes her head.

“I need your words. I won’t touch you without explicit consent,” I insist.

“No. Just…” She blushes, and looks down at her lap, then back up at me through thick lashes. “Just me.”

“Good.” The gravel in my voice makes her shiver, and I feel pride swell in my chest. I’m her first.

I slowly push my fingers against her core, taking satisfaction in how damp her panties are. The lace barely covers her and I groan, leaning in to kiss her as I slip my fingers under the thin fabric separating us.

She gasps, and I capture the sound by deepening the kiss, taking my time as I run my fingers through her slickness. She pushes her hips against my hand, and I chuckle, feeling her shiver again.

“Is this what you want, baby girl?” I ask, swirling my thumb around her clit.

“Oh god.” She squirms at the light pressure. I press a little harder and carefully slide my middle finger into her.

“That’s it, Lana, I’ve got you,” I murmur into her ear, kissing across her cheek to her lips.

She grips my shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into the fabric of my button down shirt.

I carefully add a second finger as I pump into her, taking in how she moans and looks at me like I’m the only person in the world.

“Close your eyes,” I command. I know we're getting close to the apartment, and I want her to come on my fingers before we do.

She listens, and her chest heaves as I quicken my movements. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, holding me so tight my cock aches for her.

“Ryan!” she shouts. Fluid rushes down my hand as she tenses around me. I rub gentle circles around her clit, gritting my teeth to keep from coming in my pants as she slumps back into the seat, panting.

I slowly draw my hand away, grinning as she looks at my soaked hand in surprise. Without a word, I take my fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. Her pupils shift and widen again, staring at me with desire and awe.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, smirking as her chest and neck flush.

The car slows and comes to stop, and the driver knocks on the privacy screen. I open it and he says, “We’re here, sir.”

“Thank you.” I shut the window again and hold out a hand to Lana. “Shall we?”

***

The second we’re back in the penthouse, Lana drops to her knees.