“Then you’d better come before he does, hadn’t you?”
“Stop that. Get up here before—argh!” He bit down on her inner thigh at the same time he lodged two fingers deep inside her slick channel to the hilt, his palm rubbing against her clit. Mia reflexively squeezed her thighs around his big hand as he finger-fucked her.
His dexterous fingers found every pleasure pathway, every sensitive, slick, quivering bundle of nerves. Helpless to stop her small, broken whimpers, Mia bit her lip. Blood roared in her ears and she went blind as the orgasm rolled through her with the power of a freight train, leaving her sensitized and climaxing like a pot brought to a rolling boil.
• • •
Cruz turned on the radio in the truck, then adjusted the volume to cool jazz as they headed home.
“You know we’ll never be able to go to that restaurant ever again,” Mia told him, not sounding too worried about it.
“I can.” He smiled. “They’ll only remember you.”
Mia punched his arm, but since he had her snugged under his arm and against his chest as he drove, the hit didn’t have any impact. Cruz had never been a cuddler. When he was done with sex, he was done. But this felt . . . nice. Except for his cockstand, which had caused a major issue when he’d wanted to leave the restaurant earlier.
With a laugh, Mia curved her fingers around his imprisoned erection and gave it a friendly pat. “I gave you my purse to carry. But I believe people will remember you, because you walked like a cowboy after a long ride across the prairie. People were staring at your crotch all the way down Bourbon.”
“If it was me they were looking at, not you, they were thinking only a manly stud would dare carry a pink purse.”
“It was really nice of Joann to let Charlie keep Oso for the night,” she said, wisely changing the subject. She’d already warned him that they would not, under any circumstances, have sex on the side of the road, and to cool his jets until they got home.
His jets were a far cry from being cooled. He was hot and horny as hell. A permanent state, he’d come to realize, when he was around Mia.
He sucked in a breath as she started unzipping his jeans. “Weren’t you the one who insisted on waiting until w— Jesus, woman! I’m going eighty,” he felt compelled to point out.
“Eighty-four, actually,” she said, tugging, and having a hard time getting the last few inches of zipper down over his rampant hard-on. Her diligence paid off as he sprang free. Her relief wasn’t half as heartfelt as his own.
“Keep up the good work—don’t mind me. Oh, my—” She sucked in a breath as she slid her hand around him. His dick leaped with happiness in the firm grip of her fingers. “Aw, this is sweet. You left him unwrapped for me?”
Yeah, he went commando. A man had aspirations. Cruz choked back a laugh. “ ‘Him’?”
“Sure,” she said, pulling up her knees, then turning to him, tucking herself into a position where her face—and, thank God, that beautiful mouth—was just inches from his dick. “He looks like a Jack to me.”
“One-eyed Jack?” he laughed, but his laughter faded as she closed her mouth on him. The wet glide of her tongue and sharp nip of her teeth catapulted his discomfort at prolonged arousal into instant preorgasmic bliss. He eased his foot off the pedal slightly as she gripped the base of his penis with her hands and squeezed, sliding her mouth up, then down. She narrowed her lips so that the wet, soft heat of her mouth mimicked the sheath of her hot, tight vagina.
Getting a blow job from Mia while driving was almost as good an idea as giving her oral sex in a crowded restaurant. Having her mouth on his dick while she had an orgasm was an even better idea. He was more than able to drive with one hand, so he reached around her, pulled her dress up, then shoved two fingers inside her as his thumb found her clit.
She gasped when he buried his fingers in her vagina, but she didn’t let go of his dick. Instead, she squeezed tighter with her hand and sucked harder with her mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her moist heat, feeling the benefit of her pleasure on his shaft as she lost control.
Her every moan reverberated through him, every gasp brought him closer to the edge. He’d planned to pull out of her mouth right before he came, but her loss of control was contagious. He could barely keep the big truck in his lane as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and scraping her teeth along the vein on his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head as if she were licking an ice cream cone.
He pushed his fingers deeper, feeling the wet pulse and throb of her pussy gripping as she trembled with an orgasm brought on by the relentless movement of his thumb and his fingers.