I wrap my arms around his neck and grind my hips against his hard cock, and he lets out a strangled groan and pulls back.
"Not here where anyone can see you. Tonight," he promises.
Tonight.
Weston
The drive back to the hotel is hell on my cock. Having her so close to me, but needing to concentrate on driving, didn't make things any easier. I can't seem to keep my hands off her, and the fact that she insists on wearing these short jean shorts everywhere doesn't help.
Being able to touch the soft skin of her inner thigh and see the goosebumps my touch causes is enough to drive any sane man crazy. My cock is so hard, I'm sure it's leaked enough pre cum to have a nice wet spot on the front of my jeans, and I don't even care.
When I stop at a red light, I don't expect her to lean over the center console and grip my cock.
"Fuck." I groan, throwing my head back against the headrest.
She starts stroking me over my jeans, and I just concentrate on not blowing my load like an over-excited teenage boy. Though I don't even realize my eyes are closed until the car behind us honks its horn because the light has turned green.
With a giggle, she removes her hand and settles herself back in her seat.
"Troublemaker," I whisper and place my hand back on her thigh, higher this time, and slowly trace the edge of the shorts until we pull into the hotel parking lot.
The moment I park, I'm out of the car and opening her door. Then I pin her to the car with a punishing kiss that I break before she’s able to get her arms around my neck.
Taking her hand, I pull her behind me into the hotel. Thankfully, our room is on the ground floor.
"Hey, slow down. Not all of us are giants, you know," Rory says.
When I look back at her, she’s practically running to keep up with me, so I slow my steps to allow her to catch up. Reaching our room, I open the door and pull us through and then pin her to it.
I waste no time getting my lips back on hers, but when she wraps her legs around my hips, I'm done for. Grinding into her, the moans tell me she is in as desperate need of release as I am. Increasing the pressure, I push into her again, intent on giving it to her.
"West," she gasps. "Wait! I want to taste you, please."
"Fuck." I want nothing more than to see her lips wrapped around my cock.
I grip her ass and carry her to the bed.
"You will always come first. That’s non-negotiable with me. Can I taste you, baby girl?" I ask as I lay her down on the bed.
She nods her head, and I fall to my knees, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. Slowly I unbutton her shorts sliding them down her long tan legs, revealing her light pink thong, which is soaked.
I groan, but before we pass the point of no return, I want her to know this isn't going any further, at least not tonight.
"This is all we’re doing tonight. You understand?" I ask.
"Okay, just stop teasing me." Then she reaches for her panties and slowly pulls them down.
Swatting her hands away, I pull them down her legs myself. Then I run my hands back up the inside of her thighs, pushing them wide.
"You are so damn beautiful. I can’t keep my hands off of you,” I murmur. Not waiting any longer, I lean in and get my first taste of her.
I swear she tastes like berries and forever. How is that even possible?
Running my tongue over her clit, I pay special attention to her every movement and love the way her body moves against me. When she reaches out and grips my hair, I welcome the sting, knowing she is lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. There is no better compliment.
The harder she pulls my hair, the more aggressive I get. One moment she’s moaning, and the next, her thighs clamp around my head in a death grip, and her body locks up as she cums all over my face. I lap up her cream, not wanting to waste a single drop, and resist the urge to hump the bed for just an ounce of relief.
When her body relaxes and goes limp, I finally look up at her, and she has a dreamy smile on her face, and her cheeks are flushed. Somehow, I get impossibly harder knowing I put that look on her face.