His words made Sam shiver. She’d been told similar things before, but only because she’d planted the idea in her lovers’ minds. This, on the other hand, this was all Scott.
“I want that,” she said. “I want you to spank me. I want you to make it hurt.”
“I know.” Scott kissed her so deeply it made her head spin. It was insane that his mouth, the same mouth that had stuttered all throughout their childhood, could be so capable and lordly.
“Seventeen,” she panted. “When you were seventeen, what did you want to do to me?”
Scott gasped her hips, grinding her against his cock. “What do you think I wanted?”
“Did you want to fuck me?”
Scott’s smile exposed an incisor as white as a wolf fang. “Of course.”
“How did you want to fuck me?”
“On all fours.”
“No way!”
That wolfish smile flashed out at her again. “Oh yeah, I wanted to spank your arse and then fuck you from behind. I knew it would sting that way and I wanted to hear you moan. Have you beg me to keep going.”
Sam closed her eyes, imagining it, letting the heat rise up inside her.
Scott clearly interpreted this as discomfort because he raised his hands. “I’m sorry, this is getting a bit disrespectful—”
“Consent aside, I have never wanted a man to be respectful to me in bed in my entire life.”
Scott sat up, gripping her hips and stroking her along his still-clothed cock. “Good. Fuckinggood.”
Heat rose in Sam’s belly. This was going somewhere she hadn’t intended, her orgasm was rising inside her like bubbles in a boiling kettle. “Scott, I think I’m going to…if we keep going?”
She knew how ridiculous it sounded and half expected him to pause and question if she was serious. He didn’t. His hands tightened on her hips and he buried his face in her tits, kissing and sucking, his thick hair brushing over her skin. “Go there, Sam. Let me have it.”
She closed her eyes, trying to feel all of him at once. “What are you like when you fuck?”
“Mean.”
“Mean, how?”
Scott arched his head, pressing his teeth into her neck. His fingers gripped her thighs, rubbing her hard against his cock. “Work yourself on me. Work me over until you finish.”
Sam moaned, her body tightening…tightening…
“Don’t stop, dirty girl. Don’t you stop until you’ve fucking come.”
That did it, the posh demand. She rocked against him, her hands clutching her tits like some pornographic parody and she came, rubbing herself against the seam of his pants. “Scott!”
“There are people watching,” he muttered in her ear. “There are men watching you, Samantha. Wishing they could be where I am. How does that make you feel?”
She wasn’t sure, but it did wring a near-painful throb out of her pussy.
“More,” she said. “Scott, please tell me more?”
She expected him to say something about spanking, but he didn’t.
“You drive me fucking wild, Samantha,” he said, his voice thick with something both harder and kinder than anger. “You drive me fucking wild. You always have.”
Sam felt her clit burn with the sweet, pulsing pain of orgasm. She ground against Scott, feeling everything—soft hair, hard thighs, the immovable grip of his fingers. She moved so urgently she could feel the car rocking around them, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Let them watch, let everyone watch her. Pleasure burst inside her as she cried out, her spine stiffing, her back arching up.