I touch his skin, and he jerks slightly before holding still. I scan his face to make sure he’s okay before running the very tips of my fingers across his cheek, feeling the raised edges of his scars. “They feel like mine,” I whisper as I lower my touch to the edge of his jaw line, noticing one runs completely across it. “What happened?”
“I was captured deep in the jungle and held in a war camp. They tried to skin me,” he murmurs, holding still as I trace my nail across it and then up his chin to his lips. They part slightly, and his warm breath brushes against my skin as I run my fingers across the plump softness. My gaze rises to his to see he’s watching me, his eyes darkening with desire.
I freeze, both of us unmoving, just caught in each other’s gazes.
We burst into movement. My hands clasp his face, and our lips smash together as he groans. I swallow it down before getting to my knees on the expensive leather seats, gripping his cheeks as I kiss him. He grabs my hips and drags me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. My hips roll, rubbing across his hardening cock as I whimper into his talented mouth. His hand reaches for my trousers, yanking them open as his fingers dive inside of them. He cups my wet pussy as I rub against him, back and forth until he pulls away from my mouth.
“You have ten seconds to get naked and on my dick,” he growls out.
My eyes widen, and he smirks.
“Ten.”
Fuck. I leap from his lap, desperately yanking at my pants as he leans back and opens his jeans as he watches me. “Nine.”
I get my trousers down, but I almost fall trying to get them over my boots. “Eight,” he murmurs as he strokes his cock. “Seven.”
I finally get them off and straddle him again. “Six, five, four, three, two, one,” I offer as I grab his cock and slam down on it.
He groans as I hiss, working him into me. I only get a few inches before I have to lift and drop again. I grab the headrest, digging my nails in to gain leverage as I grind and lift. His eyebrow arches. “Are you on my cock, Alena?” he challenges dangerously. I whimper, even as I shake my head.
“I’m trying,” I reply as I drop farther down, getting him halfway in. “I’m not wet enough, and you’re too big,” I defend.
He narrows his eyes, letting me know he’s not pleased with my answer as his hand comes up. I watch with rapt fascination, speared on his cock, as he spits into his palm and then reaches down. I rise, and he covers his cock in his saliva before shoving his fingers inside of me alongside his cock, making me groan in both pain and ecstasy as my eyes close.
He stretches me before pulling his fingers free, and then he grabs my hips and slams me down, making me cry out as he bottoms out. The flash of pain fades when he starts to move, thrusting up and grunting as he does. Our breaths mix as the car starts to steam up, rocking with the force of our movements as he fucks me hard and fast.
I’m oblivious to everything other than him—the feeling of his thick shaft piercing me, his huge hands gripping me harshly, his scent invading my nostrils.
He suddenly pulls me off, spins me, and slams me back down on his cock. My eyes fly open, looking through the partition of the seats and the front window, but he just carries on fucking me leisurely, hard, and fast, like he has all the time in the world.
I relax back, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts, wetter than ever now as pleasure flows through me. Like a circuit, back and forth, making me wild.
Needy.
“Don’t stop,” he orders, even as he grabs his gun and points it over my shoulder. A moment later, the front door unlocks and a man in a suit gets in. The door slams shut as I shiver, still riding Idris’s cock as he slides the safety off and moves the gun over the seat and against his head.
“Don’t fucking move,” Idris snarls as he slaps my hip, urging me on. “Hands on the wheel. We’ll be with you in a minute.”
He keeps the gun against the man’s head as I ride his cock, twisting and groaning. I lean my head back as he flicks my nipples through my shirt before gripping my neck.
I watch as the man’s eyes flicker up to the rearview mirror, his hands still on the wheel. His scared, panicked breathing is loud, even over the wet squelch of our bodies moving together and my moans. I meet his blue orbs and smirk as I grind down hard, impaling myself on Idris’s giant cock. His eyes widen and roam down my body before he quickly looks away.
“Do not fucking look at her,” Idris snaps behind me, leaning forward to slap the gun across the man’s head before sitting back. The change in angle has me groaning and my pussy clenching as I reach for that peak I feel coming. His hold tightens on my neck in warning for encouraging the man.
It’s what sends me over the edge. I gasp my release as his hand flexes on my vulnerable throat, his fingers digging into the sides until I see black. He slams up into me over and over until he grunts, stills, and fills me with his release as I shiver with aftershocks. The pleasure batters me like the waves of the ocean. Slumping back, I run my fingers down to my pussy and just sit there, watching the man.
“Who are you?” the man asks, eventually breaking the silence. He’s not familiar to me, but Idris seems to know who he is.
“You’re the banker for the trafficking operation, correct?” Idris rumbles, unbothered that I’m draped across him as he interviews this guy.
He stays silent, and Idris prods him with the gun.
“Don’t make me prove how serious I am. You are the banker, correct?”
“Yes,” he replies hesitantly. “But they will kill me if—”
“Why does everyone say that? Motherfucker, I’ll kill you and your family too. If you want your two daughters and wife to survive, I suggest you tell me where the money is held.”