“Me too,” I say, my voice a breathless whisper. His hand slides up my thigh.
“Knowing you have nothing on under this is a total mind-fuck.” His fingers inch higher, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him. He growls at the invitation, and lightly strokes my swelling clit.
“Wet, just the way I like you,” he says, and teases my cleft, circling it until my chest is rising and falling and I’m pressing my head into the back rest. That’s when I notice the sunroof. I stare up at the stars as the man I’m falling for works his strong fingers between my thighs, always putting my needs before his own. I realize this is all about me, but I want to do something more for him.
“Alek,” I murmur.
“Yeah?”
“This is my bucket list fantasy, right?”
He slides his thumb over my clit, and my hips lift. “Yeah, baby, this is all about you.”
Honest to God, I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted in my entire life. A girl could get used to this kind of attention.
“Then I need you to do something for me,” I say.
“I’ll do whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”
If I asked him to stay in Bridgetown, would he?
I quickly squash that thought.
Don’t go there, Alyssa.
“Look up.” His gaze follows mine to the sunroof. “I want you to stand, and look outside.”
“Yeah, you want that?” he asks, his fingers still working magic between my legs.
“I want that.”
He moves his fingers and I groan. “You sure you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice husky, his eyes half-mast with desire.
“Well no, but yes.”
He chuckles and hits a button to open the sunroof. A warm breeze blows inside as he stands and pokes his head out. He looks back inside. “It’s gorgeous out here. Want to come up?”
“I’m interested in something else that’s up,” I tell him, and reach for his zipper.
“Aly,” he murmurs, sounding tortured and aroused at the same time. “What are you doing?”
I shift on the seat and my mouth parts, hungry to taste him as I free him from his pants.
“It’s what I want,” I say, meaning every word of it. Pleasuring him brings me a tremendous amount of pleasure. “It’s part of my bucket list fantasy. Well, it is now, because it’s you I’m with. Now look at the stars and hang on for the ride.”
He curses as he puts his head back out, and I grin, loving that I can tease, arouse and please him like this. With his pants still around his hips, I breathe in his heady scent and weigh his big, gorgeous cock in my hand before tugging him from base to tip. He swells, his veins filling with heated blood. I can’t hear him, or see him but the way his cock is twitching and pulsing tells me everything I need to know. He loves this as much as I do.
I inch forward to take him into my mouth, but no way can I take all of him. That’s okay, my hand can do the rest. I move my head back and forth, and tug his pants a bit lower so I can massage his balls. His hips jerk forward, and I like that he can’t see what I’m doing. He can only feel.
Pre-cum spills from his slit, and I lap at the tanginess. I swirl my tongue around his crown and drink him all in. He moves his body, pumping into my mouth and I let him work his cock, keeping my lips wrapped around him so he can fuck me.
His head dips. “I’m close, babe,” he says. “So fucking close.”
In typical Alek fashion, he tries to pull back, but I put my arms around his body to prevent him from breaking away. I want his cum. Every single drop of it. When he gets the gist, his growls reach my ears, and I take him deeper, until he’s in my throat. He pounds on the roof and I grin inwardly.
That’s it, Alek, let go for me.
His hips move faster as his orgasm mounts, his cock so hard now, so full of blood, I’m sure he’s not even thinking straight. I suck until hollows form in my cheeks, and race my hand up and down his shaft. He reaches inside the vehicle, and fists my hair. For a second I think he’s going to pull me off, but his hand starts following the motion of my head.