I shriek as he lifts me off my feet and drops me on the roof of his fucking car.
“Theo, what the hell are you—”
“Lie back,” he demands, his voice low and dangerous as he grabs my knees and forces them apart.
My knickers are dragged to the side, the cool air of the garage flooding my burning hot skin.
“Oh God,” I whimper. He’s about to eat me on the top of his— “Oh, shit,” I scream when his mouth connects with my cunt and he sucks hard on my clit.
My fingers twist in his hair in an attempt to drag him closer—not that I really think that’s possible.
He laps at me like a starved man as I writhe about on the roof of his fancy Ferrari, moaning like a fucking whore.
“Yes,” I cry when he pushes two thick fingers inside me. “Yes, yes.”
My release races forward, but he knows it and he pulls back just enough to stop me from falling.
“You’re a cunt,” I spit.
He laughs against me, sending shivers of pleasure shooting through my body.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
“I know. Trust me?”
I scoff. “Not a fucking chance, Cirillo.”
“That’s fair,” he mutters before licking up the length of me once more.
My head spins with the vodka and the number of times he brings me right to the edge of release before pulling back.
I should have expected it and been ready for it, really. It seems to be his main brand of torture.
He starts up again, tonguing my entrance, when there’s a loud bang somewhere behind me.
Arching my back, I hang my head over the edge of the car and look in horror as Daemon emerges from a door on the other side of the garage.
His eyes find mine in an instant and a wicked smile pulls at his lips.
“Theo,” I snap, trying to drag his face from between my thighs.
“Evening,” Daemon mutters, his eyes never leaving us as he gets closer.“Glad to see someone else is having fun tonight.”
As he rounds the boot of the car, Theo finally looks up, but only enough to make the briefest eye contact with his friend.
He nods once before diving back for me and bringing me right to the edge once more, which only comes faster, knowing we’re being watched.
Daemon pauses in another doorway and looks back over his shoulder.
My release just begins to crest when—
“Nooooo,” I cry when Theo rips his fingers from inside me and lifts his mouth from my clit. “You’re a fucking cunt tease, Cirillo.”
Lifting his hand, he wipes across his mouth as he stares at my slick pussy as it clenches around nothing, desperate to rediscover my lost orgasm.
“You think Daemon’s hard, wondering how you taste?”
I quirk a brow.