“What's wrong?” I asked, blinking up at him.
There was turmoil in his roiling stare. If I looked long enough, I thought I'd understand him better—who he was, what motivated him, everything.
Silver cupped my cheeks, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the wall. “Not here,” he said over the din of music. “I—not here. I can't here, not anymore.”
Not anymore?
“Wait!” I said, pulling on him to slow his retreat. “I don't understand! Did I do something wrong? I'm okay with it! Really! I wasn't before, but now I—”
“I'm not okay with it!” He growled, whirling on me. Fuck, he looked so confused and angry. I must have flinched, because he pulled up short, clutching for my hands. “It's not you,” he said, strain in his voice. “It's—I just can't. For some fucking reason I can't handle the idea of anyone else... anyone ever seeing you like that. Just me.” His eyes went hot. “Only me.”
Heat pushed at the back of my throat. It kept going, I quickly rubbed at my face to stop the overwhelming tears. “Idiot,” I said, my smile cracking. “You're going to make me cry over not fucking me in a sex club. How can you do that to me, huh?”
He pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. The sweetness went out of him, his hard fingertips searching between my thighs. “Let's get out of here before I change my mind. I need you right now.”
Shivering, I let him guide me through the crowd. “Waiting till we get back to your place will be hard.”
“My place?” He chuckled, glancing at me. His hand squeezed. “We're not going that far.”
“Then where...?” We stumbled past the security guard. The alley air was cool, welcome on my searing skin. I knew what he was planning, just seconds before he ripped his car door open and shoved me inside the backseat. My ass slipped on the smooth leather.
The door slammed behind him. “Let me eat your pussy,” he growled. “I need to taste you. I've never been so fucking hard, Pet. I'm going to bury my face between your thighs until one of us passes out.”
My eyes fluttered, pleasure weakening my muscles. It was easy for him to spread my legs, driving me further into the seat. Then he hiked my dress up, freezing at the sight of my soaked panties. When he bent close, tugging them off with his teeth, I realized he might be serious about promising to eat me out until one of us was unconscious.
“Hold on,” I said, pawing at his hair. “I want to go back to your place.”
“No. I can't hold off that long.”
“You don't have to.” Sitting up, I climbed into the passenger seat. He gave me a curious look, so I leaned over to the driver's side and made a lewd motion.
Laughing, he hooked his arm over the back of the seat. “Road head?”
Flushing, my eyes sparkled with my excitement. “Is that the name? I've never done it.”
“You've given blow jobs, though?”
“I—yeah.”
“Do you promise not to bite?”
I blinked in horror. “I'd never!”
Smirking, he tugged me towards him by my hair. “Good girl. Then move over.”
I scooted out of the way so he could climb into the driver's seat. When he looked at me expectantly, I inched forward into his lap, my hands on his thighs. The sensation of his palm on my scalp tweaked my senses into overdrive.
He turned the key, and I yanked down his jeans.
Silver rocked in his seat, growling and vibrating with need. Gripping the base of his cock, I suckled the tip carefully.
It was a wonder we made it back to his place in one piece.
- Chapter Seventeen -
Silver
She peeled the dress over her head, standing against the wall. I sat up on the bed, my cock bouncing like it was nodding along with me. “You're the fucking sexist woman I've ever seen,” I whispered severely.
Alexis had put on the white corset beneath her dress, it and her heels were all she wore; the panties had been left in my car. There was a coyness in how she held herself, but it was surface level.
I'd never known someone so genuine as her.
So real.
Perhaps that was why I'd become so obsessed with her. I couldn't have said during my many hours of frustrated mulling. I definitely couldn't have said now.
“It looks alright on me?” she asked, turning her body to try and examine herself. It was a pose that could have made anyone else look awkward. On her, it was a compelling flex of her body that made my fingers ache to not be touching her.
Sitting up fully, I motioned to her. “Get over here before I tackle you where you stand.”
Light pink washed over her cheeks, the blush I loved so much. Making her react was addicting. I didn't think I could go on without that.