“Put the sucker in that hot little mouth of yours. Show me what you’d do if it were me.”
Okay, he did mean what she thought. But he couldn’t be serious. Despite the cabbie being mostly preoccupied with his caller and the traffic, he still glanced in the rearview mirror every so often. He might not be able to see her hard nipples or Dillon’s hand doing wicked things between her legs, but everything above her shoulders was perfectly visible. The thought of following Dillon’s instructions while making eye contact with their driver was an awkward one.
On the other hand, he’d worked her damn near into a frenzy. His fingers rubbed circles over her clit, the friction of her clothing heightening the sensation. Tension coiled low in her belly, building to an orgasm she desperately wanted, yet couldn’t imagine having in the back of a Las Vegas cab with their driver as a witness.
Dillon must have read her trepidation on her face and knew the line of her thinking. With how well he knew her, it would be impossible to hide things from him. Whether a benefit or curse, she couldn’t be sure.
With his head next to hers, he spoke low enough that she could hear him clearly, but would be nothing more than deep-sounding murmurs to their driver. “Close your eyes for me, Aly.” She did and was glad for it. She’d rather forget where she was at the moment. “Good girl. Now, block out the world around us. Focus on what I’m doing to you. Focus on my voice and the things I say to you. If you can do that for me, I’ll make you come hard like I know you want to.”
“I-I don’t want to…” That wasn’t necessarily true. Physically, she was ready to beg for it. Mentally, she didn’t want to want it right then and there. But she was fast learning that where Dillon and sex were involved, her body overruled her mind. Every. Damn. Time.
“Yes, you do. You’re so wet I can feel it through your jeans.” He stroked his fingers hard up her center, proving his point. Her hips bucked when he grazed her distended clit. Oh, God! “Suck on that lollipop, Aly. Torture me with images of your mouth on my cock.”
Without another moment’s hesitation, she did as he requested. Though the swirling sucker wasn’t anywhere near his girth, the length seemed pretty close since she couldn’t get the last inch in. Once it was in as far as she could take it, Alyssa wrapped her lips around it and sucked as she dragged it from her mouth.
Dillon groaned and pulled her right leg over his left to anchor it and keep her open. As he continued to massage her sex and rub her clit, she lost herself in the moment. In the growing ball of fire in her gut, its flames licking at her extremities, threatening to burn her alive.
She thrust the sucker in her mouth over and over again. Sometimes hollowing her cheeks with the suction, sometimes gliding it back and forth on her flattened tongue or licking circles around the tip. Imagining it was Dillon’s thick cock made her even hotter. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck and almost made it into the valley of her cleavage before Dillon caught it with his tongue and retraced its path, ending at her ear.
“I’ve never seen anything so sexy as you on the edge, baby. It’s almost more than I can bear to watch you without coming on myself like a damn teenager.”
Alyssa let her hand wielding the sucker drop to her thigh. She wanted to respond. To tell him he could make her wet with the smallest of actions, or just by changing the tone in his voice or the look in his eyes. But she couldn’t manage anything intelligible as he quickened his strokes. The steady rhythm acted as a bellows, feeding oxygen to the fire inside her to consume her once and for all.
“Arriving at Masquerade hotel and casino.”
Alyssa forced her heavy lids open just as the car turned into the semicircular drive that surrounded the immense reflecting pool. No! I’m so close! Dillon lifted her leg from his and gently returned it to its original position. A whimper eked from her throat unbidden.
“Shhh…” Resting his cheek at her temple, his promise was a mix of comfort and warning. Both warmed her like whiskey burning a path through her body. “It’s only a small break. Once I get you alone, there’ll be no stopping the pleasure I give you.”
Someone cleared their throat. The driver. “Maybe you want me to take a more scenic route?”
“No, thanks. Here you go,” Dillon replied and gave the man a few bills along with her half-sucked sucker. Alyssa laughed and scrambled out of the cab, followed by Dillon who grabbed her hand and led her into the hotel. She had to practically jog to keep up with him. Pulling her along, he wove in and out of passersby, a man on a mission with no time for petty distractions.