her hands slid from his head to her other breast, and she began caressing it. She was driving him to the edge of madness. He rose, moving her other hand from his head to her other breast, and watched her touching herself as he unbuttoned her jeans. She scooched up along the seat, resting her neck on the arm of the door, watching as he yanked her jeans down past her knees, all the way to her ankles, leaving her bare, save for a black thong.
“Off,” she said urgently, lifting one leg so he could push her jeans off.
He took off her ankle boot and pulled one leg of her jeans off. Then he spread her legs and ran both hands along her outer thighs. He loved the heat of her skin, the dark look in her eyes as he kissed, licked, and sucked his way up her inner thigh. Every suck brought a sinful moan, every lick, a needy whimper. He couldn’t resist teasing her until she was wild with desire. He lowered his mouth over the triangle of cloth between her legs and pressed his tongue flat against the thin material covering her center, teasing her through the damp cotton. Her eyes closed, her neck arched, and she ground her hips against his tongue. The scent of her arousal sparked fire beneath his skin. He kissed his way up her hip, across her stomach, licking her belly like he was going to lick between her legs.
She fisted her hands in his hair. “Harley.” She lifted her hips off the seat. “Please!”
He hooked his fingers in the strings of her thong, sliding it down her legs. She was shaved bare, save for a neat strip of blond curls. He was dying to unlatch his jeans and bury himself to the hilt. But that would have to wait if he wanted Piper to desire him for the man he was, not just for his willing cock.
“Touch yourself,” he said, and she put her hands on her breasts again, eyes on him, dark and seductive.
“Down here, beautiful.” He guided one of her hands between her legs.
Her eyes were dark and libidinous as he slicked his tongue along her glistening sex. Her essence spread over his tongue like sweet honey, and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He pushed his hands under her ass, lifting and angling so he could feast on her. He used his teeth and tongue, holding nothing back. Her hand moved faster over her clit, and she spread her legs wider, hooking one over his shoulder. He dragged his tongue over her fingers, taking them into his mouth, and held her wrist, slowly drawing her fingers in and out of his lips. Their eyes connected with the heat of a thousand suns. Her hips began moving to the same rhythm as her fingers in his mouth, and he moved his other hand between her legs. She moaned, holding his gaze, moving sensually against his thumb as her fingers moved in and out of his mouth, giving all his senses a feast of pleasure.
He drew her fingers out of his mouth, kissed her fingertips, and guided her hand to her chest.
“Touch your breast” came out as a guttural, greedy demand.
Her eyes flamed, then narrowed, and she moved her hand between her legs. Then she reached down with her other hand and brought his hand to her breast.
“You are a little vixen, aren’t you? You want to play dirty?”
She arched a brow and said, “Is there any other way?”
“Not in my book.”
He held her gaze, making her wait as she teased her sex, and he caressed her breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. He kissed her inner thigh, and she rocked up beneath him. He glided his tongue along the length of her finger as she teased her clit, and she whimpered. He did it again, and she closed her eyes, moaning as she arched up and brought her other hand between her legs, dipping her fingers inside her. Seeing her take her pleasure into her own hands was too much. He lowered his mouth to her center and pressed his wet thumb against her other entrance. She moved her hand to her breast, keeping the other between her legs. He quickened his pace, stroking faster, fucking her with his tongue. He squeezed her nipple, and her legs went rigid. In the next breath, she cried out, loud and unabashedly. Her body bucked and her