Zariah took off her seat belt and leaned over the console. Her long dark-red hair fanned out over my pants leg as she undid my belt before unfastening my snap and then the zipper. She looked up at me through her lashes as she reached her hand inside, the fit so tight she had to squeeze her digits through the opening. The moment her soft fingers touched my throbbing shaft, precome gushed from the tip.
She rubbed her thumb over it, spreading the liquid over the bulbous head before she carefully pulled my cock free of the prison of my slacks.
Behind us, several angry drivers honked and stuck their heads out their windows to shout at me. The light was green now. I had to force myself not to slam on the gas as she settled back into her seat, pulling her seat belt into place, all while sucking her thumb clean of my arousal.
The drive to my townhouse took half the time it normally would have, but even that felt excruciatingly slow. All I could think about was getting Zariah behind closed doors and filling her body with every drop of seed that I’d been saving just for her. The entire trip, she sat there watching me. I could feel her gaze heating my skin, turning my blood into an inferno as my need for her was stoked higher.
No words were spoken by either of us, but the inside of the car was thick with sexual tension. Every time she shifted, crossing and recrossing her legs, I would catch the scent of her arousal and more precome would spurt from the tip of my angry dick.
My townhouse had a single garage attached to it. As soon as I pulled into it and killed the engine, the door slowly lowered behind us. Zariah was breathing so hard, her tits were practically spilling over the top of her dress. My hands shook, but I released my seat belt and did the same for hers. Once she was free of the belt, I reached under her dress and cupped her soaked pussy. Her panties were drenched, as if she’d just gotten out of the ocean.
Groaning, I tugged her panties down her thighs while she lifted just enough to let me free her of them. Once they were completely off, I stuffed them into my pants pocket. I didn’t want our first time to be in the front seat of my car, even if we were all alone in the garage. Somehow, I found the strength to get out and walk around to her side. I was so hyped up, I nearly ripped the passenger door off its hinges.
Her eyes widened, but a grin teased at her lips as she placed her fingers in my hand to allow me to assist her out. Once she was clear of the door, I slammed it shut and backed her up against it. My cock was still free and dripping. Zariah spread her legs, cradling me against her, my precome smearing all over her pretty dress.
“We’re both shaking too badly to walk.” She grabbed hold of my shoulders. “We need to take the edge off. Now. Or we won’t ever make it to bed.”
“You want me inside you?” I growled, lowering my head to kiss the top of her cleavage. I was leaking all over her, thick ropes of my need for her pouring from the tip of my swollen cock. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, Red. I’ll rip you in half if I take you right now.”
“Then tear me apart, Nolan!” she cried, pulling up the skirt of her dress to expose her bare pussy to me. “I didn’t come here to play. I don’t want a few pets and a finger-fuck. I want you or nothing. So, either put your cock in me right now, or I’m going to get myself off and wait for Tony to pick me up.”
A snarl left me before she’d even finished the threat. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I lifted her so she was almost sitting on top of the car, the perfect angle to notch my cock to her entrance. Her fingers thrust into the hair at the back of my neck as I plunged balls deep into her tight heat.
“Fuck!” I roared, feeling bombarded by a hundred different emotions all at once. The ecstasy of being back inside her perfect pussy. The rightness of being so close to her that I could feel her heart beating against my chest. The peace of having her safely in my arms once again. I couldn’t even name every emotion that flashed through me, taking my breath away.
And then she wrapped her legs around my waist and clenched her inner muscles, and I was done for. No thoughts or emotions registered. I was a madman, working us both until we were screaming our release, our voices echoing off the garage walls. She shouted my name, begging me to never stop, and my balls were so tight they felt like they were going to split open from the pressure.
“Nolan,” she whined. “Come. Please come. I want to feel it. You know how much I love your come inside me.”
That was all it took, her plea for me to fill her up, and I erupted. Zariah screamed when my cock swelled even more, and I emptied deep inside her. The first hot rope of release leaving my body buckled my knees, but I locked them and kept pumping my hips until every last drop was part of the mess I’d just made of her pussy.
Several minutes passed before our breathing eased to the point we were even able to speak through gasps. “Now,” she panted, resting her sweating head on my still-heaving chest. “Take me to bed, ballplayer.”
“And that’s where I’m keeping you for at least the next twenty-four hours.”