I moaned softly and dropped my hands to his shoulders and kneaded them as my lips pressed against his. Then I twisted on top of his lap until I straddled his thighs.
His soft lips parted, and he tried to say something again but I was having none of that. He had given me just the challenge, just the distraction I needed, and I was going for all or nothing.
Brett’s lips parted and I took it as an opportunity. He stiffened as my tongue slipped past his lips and into his mouth.
Still, he hesitated. My tongue stroked against his eagerly, encouraging his to meet with me. Stroke by stroke and squeeze by squeeze, I broke down his resistance until he groaned in defeat and his hands grabbed at me desperately.
He grabbed up two great big handfuls of my ass, molding me in his hands.
I rocked against him, moaning into his mouth as I dragged my hands down his chest.
“Mandy…” he groaned into the kiss but I ignored him.
I could feel him beneath me, stiffening, as I rocked on his lap.
My hands found the bottom of his soft t-shirt and I yanked it up before slipping them beneath it.
“Mandy…” he growled, squeezing my ass.
I was tempted to tell him to shut up, talking would only ruin the moment, but decided I was better off shoving my tongue down his throat instead.
I pressed my hands against his taunt stomach. Thanks to all his training, he was quickly becoming leaner and harder. My fingers began to trace his definition. I tried not to tickle him as my fingers slipped down to his waistband.
“Mandy,” Brett growled, tearing his mouth from my mouth. “Stop.”
I froze instantly.
Brett released my ass and reached down, grabbing my wrists. I blinked in confusion at him. Was he rejecting me? Seriously?
“What’s wrong?” I asked. What did I do?
Brett shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong.” Settling my hands on my own lap, he then reached over and pushed open his door. “I just don’t want my first time to be in the front seat of a fucking Volvo.”
“Oh,” I sighed in relief, and when I fully processed what he just said, I grinned. “Me either.”
With the car door pushed open all the way, he gave me a little slap on the butt and told me to, “Get out.”
I made sure to wiggle and squirm as much as I could as I twisted and slid off of his lap. Brett groaned and cursed, and somehow managed to give me another swat to the butt before I scampered away from the car.
“Now,” Brett said as he climbed out of the driver’s side and slammed the door shut behind him. Drawing himself up to his full height, he grinned wickedly as I backed away from him. I knew what that look meant. “What did you say you were going to do to me? Break me?”
Funny, it felt entirely possible when I had him trapped in the car. But now that he was standing before me, towering over me in fact, it seemed impossible to do.
I glanced back at the door leading into his house and hoped it was unlocked. “Did I say that?” I asked and fluttered my lashes innocently at him.
Brett nodded his head and continued to grin. “Yeah, you did. So why don’t you come here…”
I shook my head and kept retreating while he approached cautiously, knowing one wrong move and I would bolt.
“And show me what you got, fairy girl?”
I huffed and narrowed my eyes at him. “I am not a fairy.”
“Sure you are,” Brett smirked. “So little and delicate…”
Now it was my turn
to growl. I flexed one of my arms and told him to, “Look at these pythons!”