Page 105 of Wrecked

He slides a hand onto my inner thigh, and I open my legs in invitation. The rough pads of his fingertips tickle my skin, diving over my silky mound, and my hips buck off the seat.

He dips his middle fingertip inside me, the base of his palm rubbing lightly on the hot little button. I jolt at the sensation.

His finger goes in deeper, and then he adds his ring finger, searching for a secret spot buried within. When his fingertip moves over the flesh, caressing the sensitive spot, I moan out load.

With a skill I would never have imagined a man to have, he moves his fingers inside me while rotating his palm in quick circles over my now ultra sensitive and swollen clit.

My head hits the headrest as I close my eyes and cry out, “Holy shit!”

My foot rises onto the seat to allow him to go deeper. I place my cuffed hands on his arm and urge him to move faster. My ass rises off the seat and into his hand as I push his hand down, harder, faster. My insides are building, an orgasm on the rise like I’ve never been given by someone’s hand. I don’t think I’ll ever care what his mouth can do if this is what he can do with two fingers and the flick of his wrist.

Building, bursting, I scream out his name as I come all over his hand. My chest rises and falls, my back arching, my ass bucking, and my body convulsing, as he continues those magic circles again and again and again.

The truck makes a sharp turn, and he removes his hand. I open my eyes and see we’re in another parking lot where he’s parked his car. By the time I register that we’re in front of a townhouse complex, my door is being opened, and Adam is pulling down my leather skirt.

Placing his hands on my wrists, he lifts me out of the truck and pulls my arms over his head, so I am wrapped around him. His hands are on my ass as he starts walking backward, and I have no choice but to walk with him, on him, over him. He kisses me. Hot, burning lips devour me, taking in every bit of passion he just gave me and savoring every last drop.

He spins us, my back suddenly hits a wall, and I don’t care. All I can think about is this kiss. How his lips and tongue are melding with mine. How his hips are grinding and moving hard against me. I lift a leg and pull him closer. My naked core is so sensitive that I nearly combust when I rub against his erection pushing against the hard denim.

He releases a hand from my ass, and I hear the beeping sound of numbers being pushed on a keypad. It’s followed by a long beep, and the door opens.

He pulls me in and over the threshold. I kick the door closed, and we fall onto the floor. He flips us over, so he’s on top and situates his body in between my legs.

Pushing my arms up above my head, he dips his head and bites down on my earlobe before sucking on it to heal the pain. His lips ravage my skin, kissing his way down my neck and nipping along my collarbone. With one hand, he unties my halter top and lets the fabric drapes to the sides. I curve my back, so he can unclasp my strapless bra. When he does, that falls, too, and the money I stored in there drops over my breasts.

“No man is buying you a drink ever again,” his mouth murmurs over an erect nipple.

“I never let them,” I breathe.

“You’re mine.” He traces his tongue around the nipple, doing circles and teasing my body.

His hips push into my core, and I rub myself against him, using the friction to quell the ache.

“I belong to no one,” I say.

I cry out when his teeth bite down on my nipple. The pain is almost enough to make me come.

“That’s a shame,” he says. Then, he darts his tongue over my sensitive tip. “Because you completely own me.”

His mouth sucks on my nipple, and I nearly melt all over him.

“Do you have roommates?” I pant.

“No,” he mumbles, my skin in between his teeth.

“I want you to fuck me everywhere in this house. On every surface, in every position you can imagine.” My words come out as a plea, the bulge in his pants filling me with wanton need. “And I want you to start right here.”

“No,” he mumbles again. “The first time I make love to you, it’s going to be in my bed. Not on a tiled floor.”

Goddamn him and his sense of chivalry.

With my arms and legs still wrapped around him, I roll my body over his, straddling him in the foyer. Rolling my hips over his jeans, I elicit sweet moans from him—a promise of what’s to come. Sliding down his legs, I start to undo his belt buckle with my teeth when his hand brushes my hair away from my face and nudges me away. I watch as he releases the buckle and unzips his pants.

His erection tries to spring through the black boxer briefs. I pull those down with my mouth and practically salivate at the sight of his glistening thick cock. It’s heavy against his stomach but bobbing up, wanting to be touched, fondled, caressed. I slide my tongue up the shaft and draw circles over the engorged head. A bead of pre-cum dews at the top. I lick it and feel the deep vibrations of a growl barrel out of his chest.

“Your mouth is like heaven,” he pants. His hands glide over my head, weaving his fingers in my hair, guiding me.

I take him into my mouth and run my tongue down the pleasure vein before adding pressure to it on the way up. With each lick and suck from me, he calls out his praises to God, and I internally match them.