She reached between them and yanked his zipper, pulling it down over the thick length trapped beneath. Once she’d freed him, her hand closed around his cock, hot and hard enough to give her the ride of her life.
Inwardly she crowed. Apparently tiny ankles and shampoo-commercial hair didn’t win every time after all.
“Yeah,youmake me do bad things.” She eyed his released erection as if it were a dish of chocolate mousse topped with a dollop of whipped cream and a raspberry. “Wanna rethink that?”
“Sorry to underestimate you. You’re clearly a wild woman who likes performing for a crowd. Better?”
“Don’t always need a crowd but yeah, better. Now I’m going to earn my new reputation.”
Kelly slipped away and crouched in front of him, gripping his length in both palms. He grabbed a handful of her hair, dragging her right where they both knew she ached to be.
She slid her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked lightly, smiling around him as he dropped his head back and the cords of his neck stood out in sharp relief. Darting her tongue around his width, she bathed him in moisture. The salty musk of his taste made her press her thighs together, reminding her she was very close to kneeling on the asphalt in a very expensive skirt.
“We’ll finish that inside,” he said between choppy breaths. “Get up here.”
His eyes glowed in the faint sodium lights next to the side door of her building—at least they hadn’t parked right out front—as he hauled her up and drew her leg onto his hip. “Of course you had to wear leather,” he muttered.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you by not wearing anything for a while. Same goes, by the way.” She wiggled until she could tear aside her panties. And tear they did. “You’re staying tied up naked in my apartment until I’ve had my fill. Including swallowing every drop of your—”
He caught her mouth, swirling his tongue around hers in a dizzying rhythm she matched beat for beat. Without warning, he moved her into position, sliding inside her in one smooth, heart-stopping thrust. He was so thick the first stroke actually hurt, even as wet as she was. When she flinched, he shifted, changing the angle and the depth. Almost at once the grinding friction was back, twisting through her belly, tightening her nipples. Slickening the glides of his cock.
“Better?”
“Mmm.”
It was the best she could do. Her pussy clasped him snugly, her welcoming heat drawing him in to the hilt. She breathed in his air and moaned at each of his soft grunts. It was as if they were one, bound together by a cord of pleasure.
“I feel you throbbing,” he murmured against her cheek, bearing down so her clit got some benefit from the action too.
“Oh God, that’s so good.”
She rocked her hips and he groaned, holding her as close as all their layers of clothes allowed. Her heart raced, her starving cells demanding oxygen. She inhaled deeply, drowning in their combined scents with every breath.
Spencer again changed the angle and this time he hit the sensitive spot deep inside her. Her thighs shook. “Yes, yes,” she said breathlessly.Just a little more.“Please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
He slid his tongue in her ear, simulating his movements between her legs, and she let out a frustrated moan. He knew exactly how to push her up to the peak then keep her there, writhing like the animal she’d become. The orgasm just beyond her reach taunted her, promising her ultimate ecstasy if she didn’t die first.
Kelly jerked at the sound of a door slamming and footsteps approaching on the concrete. She started to pull back but Spencer grabbed her chin and tunneled deeper. His cock hardened further, provoking a delighted cry she couldn’t stifle.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Just me.”
She leaned back, sagging against her car as he churned in and out, his hot gaze the center of her universe. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried.
Their hips moved together in soundless unison as a car started two slots away. It zoomed away in a hurry, its owner probably already reporting the extremely lewd behavior he’d just witnessed.
“I bet he heard you crying out for me.” His erotically husky voice spurred another spasm around his cock. “And he wanted you. But you belong to me, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes.” She couldn’t fight the truth any longer. She’d been his the first day she’d laid eyes on him in the break room. Embarrassed by the sudden dampness in her panties when he’d looked her way, she’d left without speaking. But that night alone in her bed, she’d relived the encounter and given it a much different ending. She’d come so hard, her fingers a poor substitute for the thick length inside her right now. “Even the first day I saw you I wanted you.”
“Wanted what?” he whispered.
“To fuck you.” She bowed her neck, her back arching as tendrils of lust crept through her system, all the knots inside her coming apart under his relentless onslaught. “Like this.”
“Let me feel you come, baby. Oh yeah. Just like that.”
When he drew out and drove back in, she slammed her elbows back against the car as she strained up, trying to take him as far as he could go. Her cries rose over the breeze and she couldn’t hold them back. Lost in his own impending orgasm, he didn’t even try to silence them. He pumped, hips wild against hers, shooting his release deep as she clung to him and watched his face, desperate to see every nuance.
Lying twisted beneath him against her car, she reached up to stroke his jaw, helpless to stop the emotion flooding her eyes. He didn’t tell her not to cry or wipe away her tears. Instead he lowered his lips to her cheeks and kissed them away, wordlessly stitching together the last broken parts of her heart.
“I love you,” he murmured.
It was so easy to say it now, when everything else but them had been stripped away. “I love you too.”