He shoved her dress higher and pulled her panties partway down her legs. “We missed dinner,” he said before lowering his head and swiping at her clit with his warm, wet tongue. “And I’m starved.”
She moaned loudly, and he began devouring her in earnest. He lapped at her juices and took her out of her head, to a place where pleasure reigned and all she could focus on was the feel of his mouth against her sex. She ground her hips against him, the pleasure intense and growing, rising, quickly becoming an inferno ready to explode.
She reached down. Grabbed his hair. Pressed him harder against her sex, and suddenly her orgasm struck, her entire body swept under by its power. Waves pummeled her from all sides, inside and out, her hoarse cries echoing in the back of the enclosed car.
He gentled his touch, taking her down slowly, still licking her, this time gently, until she collapsed, spent, against the uncomfortable door.
He wiped his mouth against her thigh, then pressed a soft kiss to her skin before raising his head and meeting her gaze.
“Delicious,” he said, pulling her panties back up her legs.
Barely able to process what had just occurred, she watched in silence as he righted her dress, smoothing the front down over her legs.
“Good?” he asked.
Her lips parted, but no words came out, so she nodded.
He leaned over, pressing the button he’d touched before. “We can go home now,” he said to the driver.
“Very good, sir.”
Her mouth was dry, and she licked her lips, forcing herself to meet his gaze. Did she say thank you? Or it’s your turn later?
Before she could decide, he spoke her name. “Lexie?”
“Yes?”
“In case you were wondering, it’s soundproof back here.”
Her cheeks flamed as the car sped toward his apartment building, where she was certain more pleasure—hers and his—was waiting.
Chapter Nine
Kade used the time during the ride back to his place to get his breathing—and his cock—under control. He knew Lexie was sweet. He just hadn’t known how much he’d enjoy giving her pleasure and not worrying about his own. He’d needed to hear what she desired. He hadn’t wanted her frustrated, but he did need her begging for something only he could give. She hadn’t disappointed him.
He hoped she never would.
He kept an arm around her after they left the car and made their way to his apartment. Inside, they each kicked off their shoes. Once they were comfortable, he offered her food because, as he’d pointed out, they’d skipped dinner.
She declined. Instead, she pushed him back against the wall and began fumbling with his pants, her need apparently not sated by what he hoped was just the first of many orgasms tonight.
She pushed his slacks down his hips, taking his boxer briefs along with them. He kicked them aside. She gripped his cock in her small hand, gliding her hand down his shaft, tightening at the base before she slid up again, only to swipe at the pre-come pooling at the tip.
He saw stars behind his eyes, need pounding at him, his balls tight against his body.
“Condoms are in the bedroom,” he told her.
In reply, she sank to her knees.
Holy fuck.
That, he hadn’t expected.
She didn’t hesitate either. She slid her mouth over his cock, slowly but surely, enclosing him in wet heat. One hand gripping him, she began to suck, pulling him deep and easing off, teasing him with her tongue and sliding back and forth along his shaft.
His hands came to her head, and he began to pump his hips, taking care not to push too hard too fast. He didn’t need to worry. She picked up a perfect rhythm on her own, working his cock, doing exactly what he liked, reading him as if they’d been together for a while.
His balls ached, and he was seconds away from coming, so he pulled back, easing out of her eager mouth. “No fucking way am I coming this first time without being buried in your pussy.”