his lips together and his entire body jerks as I sweep my fingers up and down his hard length. The fabric of his shorts grows taut as he grows longer, harder, and more insistent.
“I aim to please.” His eyes grow dark and hooded as he removes his hand. “But word to the wise, you’re playing with fire and I’m driving. How will it look if we get in a wreck not five minutes out?”
“How will you feel when I swallow your cock and suck you dry?”
“For the record, I intended for today to be a lady’s first kind of day.”
“Santa Monica is a couple of hours away. I can wait.”
“We’re not going to Santa Monica.”
“We’re not?”
“I rented a house. We’re ten minutes out.”
“Then I’d better get busy.” I reach for his zipper.
Part of me thinks he won’t let me do this. Spike is a take-charge kind of guy, but he doesn’t stop me as I flick open the top button of his fly, or when I lower the zipper. The low rasp of the metal sends the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.
This is it. There is no going back.
I finally get to see—him. Christ, but I need to get a grip. It’s happening. No longer a foolish crush. I have him in my hands. Soon, he’ll be in my mouth. My chest swells with warmth. We’re finally going to do this.
He adjusts the way he sits, slouching back a bit. His attention shifts from the road to my hand, to my eyes, and back again. The pull of his breaths changes, growing deeper and more aroused by the second.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” His heated gaze follows me as I reach in and pull out his turgid length.
“Oh my God, is that…”
“That is something you’re going to fall in love with.” The devilish grin on Spike’s face tips into a full-on, smug-as-shit smirk. I want to crawl into his lap right now and see if it’s true. There may have been a little behind the scenes research going on after I first spied that flash of metal.
Swollen and hard, a silver ring pierces the flesh of his cock. I stare in wonder, not sure what to say. Are questions allowed?
My fingers sweep over the tip and move the metal. Spike hisses, drawing in an unsteady breath. His hand comes down, gripping my wrist. My hand doesn’t move, but my fingers continue to explore, running all over the bulbous head of his cock and tweaking the ring of his Prince Albert back and forth.
“This may not be the best idea.” He huffs, barely able to concentrate. The car swerves a little, and I kind of agree. Not that it changes anything. I’m completely, and utterly, entranced.
“I’ve heard about these, but never…” I roll my lower lip inward and bite down. “Does it hurt?”
“The only thing that hurts is how much I ache for you.” He scans ahead, tackling the curving roadway with controlled precision.
“Does it ever get caught on things?”
“What things?”
“Well…” I squirm as the ache between my legs turns ungodly. “Down there.”
“Never.”
“What about…” I point to my mouth.
“Music to my ears.” His mischievous eyes twinkle. “I’m sorry. Was there a question?”
“Like…” Too shy to say it outright, I point to my mouth. “I can go down on you, right? It’s not going to get caught?”
“Oh, darling, I can’t wait to fuck your pert little mouth. And no. Doesn’t get caught on a thing, but you might want to watch your teeth.”
My eyes widen. I swear they practically bug out of my head. Spike laughs as we speed down the road. He removes his hand and places it back on the wheel.
“I love your hands on me.” His deep voice sends tremors shooting down my spine.
“You do?”
“Yes. Warm. Soft. Delicate.” His hips buck and the car accelerates. “Sinfully good. Feminine. Submissive?”
That last bit is a question. I don’t know the answer to it. My sexual experience doesn’t hold a candle to his, but I’ve researched. I’ve watched Piper and Bent. Those two embrace the lifestyle, and yet it never intrudes on the lives of the rest of Insanity’s unique clan. I admit it holds some appeal, but I’m full of questions.
I lick my lips. “I want to taste you.”
Glancing out the front window, I debate the pros and cons of going down on him in the car. We’re headed south, which means we’re on the oceanside of the road. One misstep and we’ll careen off the