Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(55)
“Are you done watching the fountains?” he asks as he pushes my hair over my left shoulder, revealing the long column of the back of my neck. Blake places open-mouthed sensual kisses over my skin, sending goose bumps racing to the top of my flesh.
“Yes,” I tell him, wishing that we were suddenly already at home.
Blake takes my hand and pulls me towards the valet. My much shorter legs struggle to keep up with his long, graceful strides as he strolls with great purpose towards the man who will deliver our car. “Blake, my legs aren’t as long as yours,” I tell him as I practically run in designer heels to keep up.
Suddenly, he stops and turns around. I’m not prepared for his halt and slam into him. His hands grab the sides of my face as his mouth descends and his tongue plunges. He tastes like spices and alcohol, and another flavor that I can only associate with Blake. I give in to him completely. I let him lead, and I willingly follow. My hands grip and pull at his clothes, seeking any contact with his warm flesh that they can find. Blake’s hands are everywhere: my hair, my face, my back. Everywhere but where I really want them to be right now.
Several clearing throats around us pull me from my lust-induced fog. Blake seems reluctant to release his grip on my lips, but must realize that we’re standing in the middle of a tourist crowd. While most people are busy watching the rest of the water show, a handful is watching the start of the porno on the sidewalk. I just pray I don’t end up on YouTube.
We make it back to my apartment in record time. I’m not sure how many laws are violated tonight, nor do I really care at this point. Reaching my parking lot, Blake finds a spot at the back of the lot, far from the closest security light. As soon as the car is in park, he throws off his seatbelt and grabs for mine. When I’m freed from my safety restraint, I’m being pulled onto his large, hard body.
His lips are bruising as they crash down on me. I work my way into his lap, straddling him between his body and the steering wheel. My hands dive into his hair, slightly tugging the short strands and making him moan with pleasure. Blake slides one large hand up my left leg and thigh. My skin is smooth and tingly as his hand works its way closer and closer to my throbbing core. I use my lips to kiss, suck, and nip at Blake’s much coarser skin. Even after shaving just hours ago, I can feel the stubble of his facial hair starting to sprout on his face. When I run my cheek against his, it burns slightly and I know I’ll have red marks on my tender flesh.
“Fuck, I want you. Right here. Right now.” Blake’s voice is clipped like he’s barely holding on to his self-control. His need is written all over his face, etched in the depths of his emerald green eyes.
I grind myself down on the hard length being restrained by his black dress pants. Blake lets out a hiss as he rocks with me, mimicking the motions of sex. His hands finally pushes up my dress and reaches the apex of my legs where he discovers soaking wet lace panties. Moving them aside, two fingers stroke my wet, swollen flesh. I moan into the dark night of the car, rolling my hips to try to increase the pressure where I need it most.
“How much do you like these things,” he asks darkly as his eyes clash with mine. I shake my head from side to side only moments before the small scrap of black lace is ripped from my body. “I’ll buy you more.”
His mouth finds mine once more. The kiss is urgent and hot, and leaves me wanting more. I reach down in that small space between our laps and reach for his belt. The buckle digs into my skin as I tug and pull to get the leather accessory free from his pants. I’m sure my thighs are going to be bruised tomorrow, but I can’t quite find the desire to care.
When his belt is finally open, his button and zipper both quickly follow. My hand dives into the front of his pants finding him hard and very ready. My sex throbs and aches to feel him inside me. The desire starts to fill my entire soul as my body burns for him. Only him.
Blake lifts his hips and starts to tug. I have no idea how it happens with me sitting on top of him, crushed between his chest and the steering wheel. It’s not like there’s a lot of room here. When his erection is freed from his pants, he leans forward and lifts the steering wheel, giving me just a little bit more lower back room.
Lifting up on my knees, I watch as Blake positions himself at my entrance. The urgency in his eyes mirrors that of my own as I slowly lower myself down, impaling myself on his amazing cock. I stretch around him, taking him all the way to the hilt. Our mutual moans fill the inside of the car. I lean forward, seeking out the only pair of lips I long to kiss.