"Eyes on the road." Amery found the buckle on his belt and unhooked it. She unzipped his pants, and his shaft jumped against her hand. "Spread your legs wider."
He hissed in a breath when her fingertips brushed the crown of his cock.
With the angle of the seat, she couldn't de-pants him and she couldn't play with his balls, so she pulled his cock through the opening in his boxer briefs. She glanced at his hands, gripping the steering wheel much more tightly than before. She lowered her head and swallowed as much of him as she could.
"Sweet Jesus."
Amery let his shaft slide back out of her mouth. She did that a few more times and his legs went rigid. "Do you wish you had my hair in your hands so you could force me to keep this cock in my mouth?"
"Yes."
"Pay attention to the road, Sensei. I know how you prefer to look at me while I'm blowing you, but I don't want to die choking on your dick after you wreck your fancy car." Amery let her mouth slowly engulf his cock. When she started bobbing her head, the hard shaft bumped the back of her throat on every pass. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, loving the musky tang of him and the feel of his velvety-soft, steel-hard shaft gliding over her tongue. Flicking the very tip and the thick ridge beneath the cock head before taking him deep. She circled the root and stroked up as her mouth slid down.
"Don't use your hands. Just your mouth."
Bossy man preferred her hands on his thighs or his abdomen, or gripping his butt cheeks when she was on her knees before him. Pleasing him gave her such a heady sense of power. But this time she controlled him. She pushed him to the edge at full throttle. No reason to drag this out. She wanted-no, she'd earned the right to make him soar and swallow him down.
"Amery. Fuck. Stop."
She pulled her mouth away long enough to say, "No, give it to me. All of it," before she took him back in.
Ronin swore under his breath.
His body went rigid. She heard his grip increase on the steering wheel. He bumped his hips up and she felt that moment when he let go. His cock hardened further for a split second and then hot, wet spurts hit her soft palate. She firmed her lips as she swallowed.
As soon as his orgasm ended, she licked the shaft and lightly tongued the tip. He'd never given her the opportunity to nuzzle and kiss his softening flesh.
He tugged on her hair. "Baby, you have to stop. I'm about to wreck the car."
Amery kissed the head of his penis before pushing upright. "Why were you going to wreck the car?" she asked innocently.
"Because instead of throwing my head back and closing my eyes like I do whenever your hot mouth works me, I focused on the road. But my foot stepped on the gas and I don't need a ticket for a hundred and seventy miles an hour."
"We were going that fast?"
"Almost before I blinked."
She zipped his pants, then refastened his belt. "There. You don't look so disheveled."
"I like that look." He snatched her hand and kissed the center of her palm. "On you. And by the time I finish with you tonight? You will be thoroughly disheveled."
Silence settled between them, only broken by the hum of the engine.
Amery angled her head in the confines of the car and stared at the Denver skyline as it came into view. How many of the people at the party tonight lived in the expensive high-rises with the gorgeous view of the mountains? Probably their places made Ronin's penthouse look like a dive. But how many of them were poseurs like her? Only there rubbing elbows with Denver's elite because of a benefactor who invited them to the fancy shindig?
"What're you thinking about?"
"The ratio of people at tonight's party who were filthy rich and how many of them were pretending to be. Tyler told me the event tickets were ten grand a pop."
"They are. But for all the glamour and glitz, it is a worthwhile cause. The bulk of the money goes to the organizations, not to fund a party, which is why I'm still donating to them."
Twenty grand. Poof. All that hard-earned cash just passed over and tucked in someone else's pocket. Amery didn't know if she could ever be that cavalier about money. Ronin must be doing better in his dojo than she assumed if dropping that many Benjamins didn't put a dent in his checkbook.
She hated that Tyler's questions about Ronin's finances jumped into her head.
"Don't fret about the money, Amery."
"I can't help it. I feel like I owe you."
"You owed me nothing but the pleasure of your company tonight, and you provided that beautifully."