the game between us. The one where she pushes, and I’m forced to press right back.
I release her neck, watching as she momentarily pouts. Pulling her away from the car by her arms, I twist and shove her against it. Luckily, it’s not super lit out here, or I’m sure Frankie’s cameras would catch us. Or his guards. If they’re smart, they’ll look the fuck away.
Pressing her chest against the glass of the car, she moans. Goddamn. She likes being handled, pushed, and I fucking love demanding.
“You seem to like pressing my buttons, Sous. Bet you don’t expect how much you like being controlled, huh?” She grunts but grinds against my dick. “You want my cock deep inside you, don’t you? Stretching that tight little pussy as you scream for more.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, but she doesn’t stop rubbing against me. Her body wants me, even if her mind is dead set on denying it.
“Oh, I will. I’m going to thrust inside that slippery cunt of yours and you’re going to beg for more.”
“You talk too much,” she grumbles as I undo the button and zipper of my jeans. Hooking my fingers into the little loops on her shorts, I slide them down her thighs. As soon as my eyes catch the tiny scrap of material between her cheeks, a guttural noise escapes my lips. She’s getting restless, and I’m loving the way she doesn’t stop fidgeting. She’s got it bad.
My hand rests on her backside, rubbing up and down, wanting to press my palm against it harshly. Needing to leave a mark she’ll feel tomorrow, serving as a reminder that she loves my ownership.
I slip my fingers between her folds, feeling her drenched. “Fuck, you’re so wet, Sous.” It comes out hoarse and needy. She’s fucking soaked for me. I rub her clit, watching in awe as she grinds into my fingers for more friction. Trailing my fingers to her hole, I dip inside and she’s panting.
“Fuck me already,” she groans.
A smile takes over my face at her words. Pulling my stiff cock out, I rub it up and down her folds like it’s a paintbrush, wanting to test every goddamn color on the palette. Her tiny gasp escapes as I inch in slowly. Halfway through, my body can’t contain the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Desperation clings to me as I thrust into her, my hips pushing her body flat against the door of her car.
“Shit.” Her voice is raspy with lust, and the sound alone has me wanting to drill into her. My hips move on their own accord, chasing the pleasure shooting through my balls, wanting to rise and escape into her. “Toby, faster.” It’s a breathy demand. I love the way my name sounds leaving her lips, kissing the air with promise and urgency.
I reach for her clit and start flicking it roughly, making it a point that it hurts as much as it feels good. She bows into me, her body only held by me and the car. A goddamn mess of curse words and moans escape us both as we chase our releases. Picking up my pace, I grunt as my cock goes in and out of her, slipping and disappearing between her cheeks. Pleasure zings through me, but I need her to come before I do.
“Come for me, Sous. Coat my cock with it.”
“Such a dirty fucking mouth,” she groans as I harshly rub in circles across her bundle of nerves. She cries out, the cadence of the sounds surrounding me like a fucking wet dream. That’s all it takes to tip me over the edge. Thrusting a few more times, I throw my head back and groan out into the night air, feeling my heat coat her walls.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
No condom.
Staring as it leaks from her, it hits me. It’d be a goddamn shame not to watch us sin when the entire world could bear witness.
Chapter Eighteen
Present
Joey
After the enchanting high wanes, my heart spasms, softening me and hardening me continuously. What did we just do, and why do I want to keep going until I’m a messy puddle at this asshole’s feet? What is he doing to me?
As distressing as this is, he eviscerates me with his eyes, confusing my heart further. He’s gazing at me long and hard as if he sees the gears inside my head moving, trying to understand the emotions I’m sure are slathered all over my face.
Instead of asking, he interrupts my invasive thoughts by turning