Someone I Used to Know - By Blakney Francis Page 0,71

masterful skills on me. His tongue swept across my bottom lip twice, each time retreating as I tried to open up to him.

He was teasing me…again. At his house, it had been fun to try a new way of doing things (and Declan sure did know a lot of them), but it was my turn to be in control. I shoved him backwards, pressing him into the leather, and I climbed into his lap, situated on either side of his thighs.

I stole his smirk as I felt the hardness already waiting for me. He wasn’t as in control of the situation as he’d like me to believe. I could tease too.

“I can’t decide if that smirk makes me want fuck you or kick you out of the car,” he exhaled a shaky breath.

I surrendered to a full blown smile. “We both know how that’ll turn out.”

He started to retaliate with words, but I couldn’t have that, not when it would only turn into the vicious cycle of verbal jabs we were helpless to resist when it came to each other. And because I knew how much I craved getting the last word, I knew he couldn’t help himself from chasing it either. There was only one thing he wanted more. A roll of my hips proved me right.

He groaned. “You don’t play fair, Ms. Adair.”

I didn’t plan on starting any time soon either. I took his mouth prisoner, kissing him exactly how I wanted to be kissed and daring him to contradict me. He let me stake my claim above, as his hands fondled my breasts. My back arched, unintentionally grinding into him again. My lips broke free with a gasp at the intimate feel. My gasp of pleasure split our lips, and I reveled in the erotic tingles stimulated by the intimate friction.

I was so distracted by unbuttoning his jeans that I barely noticed he’d done the same to mine. It had become a competition. Who could drive the other one crazy first?

I took his hard length in my hand, pumping slowly as I studied the unguarded emotions contorting his face. Seeing what I could do to him, this beautiful man who was desired by so many, had me panting, almost getting off on it as much as he was.

“These need to go.” He made a few feeble attempts to remove my jeans before the pleasure drew him back to me, his desperate hands and mouth everywhere at once, like I could disappear at any moment and he’d never get the chance to touch me again.

Suddenly the limo came to a quick stop, not with enough momentum to really jostle anything inside the car, except for a girl not firmly secured by gravity. I landed on my ass, staring up at the man I’d just been seated on with wide eyes. It would have been embarrassing and maybe even a little painful if we both hadn’t realized the advantage of the new position at the same time. It was like a sign from God…well maybe not God, exactly.

We had become perfectly situated for the removal of my jeans.

“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m okay?” I asked, trying to summon up a little incredulity, even as I assisted him in the removal.

“Adley, I have no doubt that if you were in any way injured that I, along the rest of the population of Southern California, would know about it.”

There was no time to celebrate his victory over my jeans. He was already greedily reaching for my panties.

I swatted him away, and gave a pointed look to the (very tinted) windows that surrounded us.

“We’re in public.”

“Well, we’ll just have to invest in some skirts then, won’t we?” He growled, but didn’t make another attempt to get rid of them as he hauled me onto his lap.

His pants were at his ankles, and even though he wore a slight pout at my denial, his thick erection was standing at attention, pressed into my belly and begging me to do something about it.

In one swift, deliberate movement I pulled my panties to the side and sank down on him until he was fully inside of me.

“Oh my f-,” he let out a nonsensical cry.

He stared at me with surprised awe, and I liked it so much I did it again, using my legs on either side of him to raise up before sheathing him inside of me again. The next time, I swiveled my hips in just the right way and pressed