Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,45
had turned into a merciless squeeze, making her damp center clench, clench. The need for release had never been so overpowering. Her body shook under the effort to withstand it. If she could just bring her thighs together or get closer to his lap… “Please, I-I need your lap—”
“I don’t want to return the favor, is that right?” He repeated her words back to her, before blowing on her nipples, shooting a bolt of shimmering pleasure to her midsection. “If you sit down on my hard cock right now, when I can finally taste your tits on my tongue, I’ll come in my jeans, Erin. And we’re not allowing that today. You’ll have to suffer with me.”
“No,” she cried out, but the denial over the thought of his self-imposed suffering got lost in her desire to climax. One thing at a time. She needed to assuage the relentless throb…couldn’t think straight until she did. “Connor, I need you so bad.”
His answer was to suck hard enough on her nipple that his cheeks hollowed. And then he pushed his thighs even farther apart on the seat, leaving her more exposed than before. Erin’s vision dimmed, then went achingly bright. Her heart beat like a tribal drum, thighs shaking violently. Need something. Need something to touch me. Before she could decipher her own intentions, she brought Connor’s hand between her legs, shoving it against the damp seam of her patnies and pressing.
Connor’s body jolted beneath her, a loud growl ripping from this throat. The heel of his palm ground tightly against her, bringing the delicate seam into contact with her clit. “Oh my God. Right there. Please, don’t stop. Please.”
“You’re goddamn right this pussy is the first place my hand touches you. I’m its owner, Erin. That’s why it feels so good.” He searched her face from beneath weighted eyelids, rough groans falling from his lips. “Come on, sweetheart. Work your sexy pussy on my hand and come in that tight thong. I need it as bad as you do.”
His hand squeezed her. Hard. Erin screamed as the orgasm blasted her, bombarding her from all sides. She tried to ride it out by pumping her hips, but it had a mind of its own and it couldn’t be controlled. Connor’s mouth sealed over hers and instantly, a thread of calmness pervaded, even as the flesh between her thighs continued to spasm and weep. She focused on his mouth, the confidence in every stroke of his tongue, and it was glorious. But reality started knocking on the door, demanding to be let in. The beautiful afterglow of his touch, his taste started to set off alarm bells. She was getting too complacent. Never secure. Not even with him…security was impossible.
She released his mouth on a gasp, taking in her position in one panicked glance. Pinned to the steering wheel, a big masculine hand between her legs. Keeping her there. The driver’s side door being open saved her marginally, but she couldn’t prevent her instincts from intruding, making her scramble off his lap into the passenger seat.
“Erin, everything is okay. You’re here with me. Safe. Always safe.”
Don’t trust him. They lie. Her fingers hammered at buttons, attempting to lower the window or unlock the door, but it wouldn’t work. The car roared to life beneath her and she stamped a hand over her mouth. Caught. I’m caught. Cool wind hit her in the face as the window rolled down and she sucked it into her depleted lungs. She buried her face in her hands, peeking out at her escape through parted fingers, trying to focus on it.
“Look at me.”
She jerked her attention back to Connor and felt some of the riotous tension flee from her chest. The stark misery etched into his face is what did it. What brought her back. Oh God, she’d fucked it up. Again. She took the shirt he offered her gently and dragged it over her head, wishing it covered her belly. When she glanced back at Connor, he was no longer in the driver’s seat. Gone. He left. I don’t blame him.
After tugging her jeans back into place, she sank down further into the seat, wishing she could curl up and never move again. Before her pity party could turn into a full-blown barn burner, Connor appeared at the passenger door and opened it only after her nod. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s take the bus home.”
Chapter Twelve
Connor had never been out of the Bronx for longer than a