lifted his shirt and brushed my fingers along his tattoo. In front of everyone. He had been aching for a release for some time. Decision made, I took him into my hands. First, cupping his balls, then molding my fingers around his shaft.
He blew out a heavy breath, head dropping forward. “Yeah, legs. That. Do more of that and make it stop.”
I rubbed him through his slacks, massaging as best I could. When I couldn’t get a good enough grip and got frustrated, my fingers flew to his belt buckle.
Lightning fast, his hands covered mine and placed them right back where they were on his stiff erection. “Christ, please don’t do that. If you pull out my cock, there’s no way I won’t fuck you against this car. I’ll have to free your tits. I’ll have to wrench up your dress so I can see how your pussy looks when it’s squeezing me. I’ll have to give it to you so motherfucking hard, Lexi.”
Uh…da, pozhaluysta? Yes, please?
I was so not seeing a problem with anything he was saying.
“Just…” He paused. “Clothes stay on.”
Fine. If he kept talking like that, I wouldn’t need my clothes off to get off anyway.
I went back to jacking him through his trousers, while his hand drifted beneath the hem of my dress and inside my tights. He kneaded the flesh of my arse roughly before his hand was on the move again. It came around to my front and crested over my mons, his fingers reverently stroking the delicate material of my panties.
“You wore this dress tonight just to be a damn enigma, didn’t you?” he hissed.
“What do you mean?”
Hungry sounds emanated from his mouth as he kissed the swell of my breasts. “At first glance, it looks all sweet and innocent. The light fabric, the red roses, the modest neckline. On most women it would probably look almost demure. Something they could even wear to church. But on you? With your vixen red lips and your sinfully long legs, this dress becomes fucking obscene.”
He plunged a finger inside me as he growled the last word.
I moaned loudly. Lewdly.
Any filter I had was long gone.
“Mmm, then we have this pussy. Yet another enigma. Because your mouth might be all luscious, and your legs might have been made strictly for the temptation of man. But your cunt is virgin-tight, Lexi. Almost as if you’ve never been touched before. A woman who’s basically sex on two legs, yet feels like she’s never had a man? That’s a fucking enigma.”
I whimpered when he added a second finger and pumped them in and out of my channel. I tightened my hold around his cock, squeezing to the rhythm of his fingers thrusting inside me.
Then he scissored them.
My thighs spasmed around his hand, my body shaking with my orgasm as I plummeted straight over the edge. While I buried my face against his shirt to muffle my screams, he bit out curses as I came, encouraging me, praising me, demanding that I give him every last drop.
Rocking his hips faster against my hand, he chased his own climax. But he wasn’t finding the right angle. He needed more pressure. This wasn’t enough, and we both knew it.
My fingers once again fumbled with his belt.
He knocked them away. “No.”
“Why? You touched me.” My frustration rose at being told I couldn’t give him what he so obviously needed. “You have my cum on your fingers.”
“And it’s going to stay there for however long I want it to be. But with that needy, swollen clit of yours only inches away, my dick cannot be let loose.”
Cursing up a storm in Russian, I threw my arms around his neck and hiked up my legs to cinch around his waist. He lost his balance for a moment, the move clearly taking him by surprise. One arm shot out to steady us against the car, the other one wrapping around my back.
I smiled, satisfied that our new position placed my center right against his erection. “So be it. We’ll play by your rules tonight.”
He offered a crooked grin.
Then I started a grinding motion against that rock-hard length, and his face crumpled in a mixture of pleasure and agony. He immediately took advantage, pinning me against the car so hard I could barely move. Our labored breathing mingled with the sounds of cars driving above our heads, horns honking, music blaring.
He fucked me—feverishly—through our clothes.
It was the hottest, most wickedly erotic thing I’d ever done.