“Jodie,” he growls, his gaze dropping to my lips when I part them before he’s forced to look forward once more.
Lifting my finger to my mouth, I push it inside and make a show of sucking it while letting a low moan rumble in my chest.
“Mmm… that’s so good.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly, his grip on the wheel turning his knuckles white.
“Jesus,” he mutters, shifting in his seat a little.
“Oh, did you want some?” I ask as if the thought hadn’t occurred to me.
His jaw pops in frustration as he takes a corner, not noticing as I collect up some more cheesecake topping on my finger and move it toward him.
“Jodie, I—” he begins to growl, but his words are cut off when I brush my finger over his lips before pushing it inside, giving him little choice but to lick it clean, which he more than happily does.
His speed slows as he savours the sweetness.
“It tastes even better on you, Demon,” he says, licking his lips hungrily.
“Well then, you’d better get us back fast,” I tease.
“Wha—” he starts, but again, his words quickly vanish as I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the centre console. I lick up the topping I’ve just painted his jaw with as he pulls into the car park outside his building and heads toward the underground garage. “Jesus, Demon.”
“I wanted to see how it tastes on you. If I remember rightly, you had all the fun the last time.”
I cast my mind back to the better part of that evening—of the tiramisu I barely got a taste of.
“You won’t hear me complaining. I’ll willingly be your plate any day,” he says as I kiss my way down his neck, his pulse thundering beneath my lips.
Balancing on my knees, I place my hand on his chest and slowly move it south as the garage door opens before us.
Toby’s hips lift off the seat in desperation for my touch long before I reach his waistband.
“Someone’s a little impatient,” I mumble against his throat as my fingers dip beneath the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re telling me that those tiny knickers you teased me with earlier aren’t soaking wet for me right now, Demon?”
My body burns with desire and my cheeks heat at his words, knowing they’re more than true.
“Probably about as dry as you are soft,” I confess, dropping my hand lower to palm his junk through the fabric of his trousers.
“Jesus,” he grunts as I squeeze his rock-hard length.
Licking around the shell of his ear, I lean in close and whisper, “I wonder how sweet you’d taste covered in cheesecake?”
His cock jerks in my hand at my words.
“I-I think you should probably find out the answer to that question,” he groans as I pull his belt loose and make quick work of popping his button open and lowering the zip. “Fucking love it when you’re greedy for my cock, Demon.” Another loud moan rips through the air as I push my hand inside his boxers and grasp him.
“Jesus. Fuck.”
The car jolts to a halt, and not a second later, he helps me out by lifting his hips and pushing both his trousers and boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
His fingers thread into my hair, dragging me forward to where he needs me most.
“Wait,” I cry, and he immediately lets up.
“Shit. Did I hurt you?” he asks, his brow pinching in concern.