“Fuck, baby,” Chase groans.
They left the door open, like an invitation. One I have to walk away from, because that will be like opening Pandora’s box, and I won’t have any hope of making it through sane.
Chase
I’m not the kind of asshole that gets invited to fancy shindigs like this. But with Sylvia draped over me, how can I complain? She looks sexy as hell and my mouth waters to unwrap her. It’s like Christmas morning. The wrapping makes me want the present even more.
And she can’t get enough of me. Her mouth is so hot and hungry on mine. Lust is in every look aimed my way. I can’t resist sliding my hand between her thighs until she catches it under the fabric of her gown.
“Behave.” But her hoarse voice tells me it’s not a matter of desire, but of timing.
“We should get the fuck outta here,” I purr in her ear before biting it.
“Not bored of me yet?” she asks, something serious in her eyes.
“Not even close.” Because I’m not. The two weeks I’ve spent with her have been insane. I don’t miss hockey. I don’t miss traveling. Hell, my brain actually seems to be functioning lately. I grip the underside of her thigh. “I think I could have you for each meal and still want more.”
“Glutton.”
“Hey now.” I smile. “I may be gluttony itself, but you’re lust.”
She gasps, then rolls her eyes. She wiggles on my lap, teasing me every time someone comes over, as if I won’t do it right back. But I end up wrapped up in the conversations with her too. Her intelligence is sexy as fuck, and she doesn’t treat me like some meathead arm candy to make her friends jealous. It’s like she’s actually proud to be seen with me. And it makes me want her more.
A creepy old perv comes by, and I send him away with a glare. I pull her against my semi-hard cock and whisper in her ear. “I want to fuck your wet pussy until you scream for me.”
She shivers and her hand brushes my hip. “Maybe I’ll be nice and give you what you want, or maybe we should stay longer.”
“Please, baby.” I’ve never begged anyone before, but I’d happily toss every drink to the side if it means I get to taste her instead. “I promise to make you come over and over.” I rub her thighs. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
“That’s a damn good argument,” she pants.
“But if you don’t want my cock…”
She grabs my hand, makes a few excuses and manages to weave through a huge number of people before I can focus on anyone’s face. Not that I would recognize anyone anyway. My eyes have been glued to her all night.
Once we’re in the car, I grab her and kiss her like the animal I am. Her tongue slides against mine, sucking and teasing before she nips my bottom lip and tugs me closer. She’s a dirty minx—a perfect mix of refined debutante and eager little slut.
I groan and turn on the engine. “I need to be inside you.”
“Oh, I bet you do.” She leans back against the door of the car and teases her dress up her long legs. Fucking hell, if I didn’t have to watch the fucking road, I’d be devouring her right now.
I lick my lips and grab her thigh, jerking her back in the seat. She smacks my hand and points at the wheel. “Both hands on the wheel, lover.”
I chuckle and pull out of the parking spot and onto the road. I drive over the speed limit, but not far enough over to tempt a police officer. Still, the white lines on the road can’t compete with her.
“The plans I have for you.” I give her a little wink and my up-to-something smile.
“Who says you’re in control tonight?” she asks, her hand brushing my thigh. “Are you already hard for me?”
“You know I’ve been hard for you since you sat on my lap.” I press down harder on the gas. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I get to feel your dripping pussy on my cock.”
She giggles and teases me the whole ride, playing with her dress, stroking her thighs, dragging her manicured fingers over the curves of her breasts. It’s so fucking hot, especially knowing that I can’t do shit about it…yet.
I practically drag her from the car to the pool house, and she teases me the whole way. Sylvia knows just how to play me. She palms my cock as I unlock the door, then pushes us through it.
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I growl.
“And you love it.” She pushes me back onto the bed so I land on the edge. Her lips mold to mine as she rubs my thighs, her nails dragging over my pants until I groan.