“You’re the Devil,” I protest, my brain insisting that doing this with him is so wrong. I'm not the girl who lets go, lets someone like Caulter touch her in the back of a limo.
I squeeze my legs together, but it doesn’t faze him. It only traps his hand between my thighs, leaving his fingers pressed against my pussy lips. He still moves his fingers, and it sends a shock of arousal coursing through my body like electricity. I want desperately to let go. I want him to take me higher, but I don’t know that I can. I don’t know that I should. In fact, I’m certain that I shouldn’t.
I wrap my hand over his wrist, intending to peel it away, but instead, I press it against me. I hold his fingers tight between my legs, the heat radiating into me through the cotton fabric of my panties. I can’t think about anything except having his fingers back inside me, where they were this morning. Hell, I don't want his fingers -- what I really want is his cock.
He moves closer to me, whispers in my ear. “You're wet. Admit that it's because of me. We both know it is."
I ignore him, but part my legs slightly, and he takes that as an invitation to pull my panties to the side, revealing my pussy. I inhale cool air through my mouth, every part of my body aching for his touch.
I shake my head. There's no way I'm telling Caulter Sterling I'm wet for him. Even if it is written all over my body. "Not true," I whisper.
"No?" he asks. He teases my entrance with his finger, but doesn't give me what I so desperately want. Instead, he runs the tip of his finger over my clit again, arousal making my thoughts foggy. "You want me, Katherine. You want me to plunge my cock into that sweet pussy of yours. I will, Princess. All you have to do is say it. Say you want me to leave you panting, the same way you did that night.”
I shake my head, protesting, but he keeps touching me, and it's not thirty seconds before I'm throwing my head back in surrender. He slips his finger inside me, and I am so far gone I can’t think anymore. I don’t care what he wants me to say. At this point, I’ll say anything.
Until he pulls it out, and I’m left empty. I look up at him, my breath short. “What the hell?”
Caulter shakes his head. “Naughty girl. You’re not going to get to come that easily.”
“Whatever, Caulter." I choke out the words, eyeing his obvious hardness. “Fine. But I know you want it. More than I do.”
He leans in close to me, taking my earlobe between his teeth. The movement sends a shudder down the length of my body. “Tell me how much I want it, Princess.”
I watch as he unzips his jeans and reaches inside to release his erect cock. I hadn’t forgotten how huge it is -- in fact, his damn dick has preoccupied my brain for the last few weeks to a point where I can’t focus on anything else. But seeing it again, I'm transfixed. He strokes himself from base to tip, without taking his eyes off me. I almost can't believe that he’s so brazen to just whip out his cock in front of me right here, except that it's Caulter.
What's more unbelievable is how intensely my body responds as I watch him move his hand up and down his length, the throbbing between my legs so insistent I can barely take it. “You can’t do that in here,” I protest weakly.
Caulter ignores me, his hand moving up and down. “I’d like it to be your hand here. Or better yet, that perfect mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”
“No way,” I say. “We’re about to be back at the house. It’s not like you can get off in the next two minutes before we get to my house."
He raises his eyebrows. “Well, if that’s your only objection,” he says, “you don't have to worry. I'm not about to get off here. I'm going to wait until I'm lodged deep in your pussy before I come."
Reaching for my hand, he places it on his shaft. I should pull away, teach him a lesson in appropriate behavior, but I don’t. With Caulter, I find myself perpetually unable to resist. He’s so hard, and I wrap my hand around his shaft, the sensation of his hardness so distracting. Incredibly distracting. “You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? How it felt when I was inside you?"
I don’t answer, my thumb finding a bead of pre-cum at the tip of his head. I rub it in circles on his tip.
I move my hand along his shaft, long and languid strokes, until the slowing of the car jolts me out of my nearly-hypnotic state. I quickly adjust my skirt and scoot across the seat as we pass through the gate in front of the house, clearing my throat and intentionally not looking in Caulter's direction.
For all I know, Caulter will probably walk out of the limo with his pants around his ass, hard-on fully displayed, just to fuck with me. Of course, the joke would be on him, since Rose has the day off and the only one at the house to torment would be me.