The Arrangement Anthology 1(157)

“Nothing is a waste on you. Stop fussing and just say thank you.”

“No.” I pout and fold my arms over the chest of my puffy coat. I can’t find my boobs under this thing. I smack it down, trying to figure out where my folded arms should go.

Sean arches an eyebrow at me. “No? Did you tell me no?” He smiles and leans into me, pinning me to the seat with his body, as his hands find their way under my clothes to my skin—then he tickles me. His fingers move the perfect amount. It makes me wriggle and screech. I think Gabe is going to kill us when I slide off the seat and onto the floor, but he doesn’t say anything. In fact, he puts up the divider.

Sean pulls me back up onto the seat and slips his hand under the jacket and then under my shirt. His eyes are locked with mine as his hand slides up along my waist to my side. He slows as he nears the bottom of my breast and brushes bare skin. Sean’s eyes widen. “Where’s your bra, Miss Smith?”

“I don’t really know, Mr. Jones. I couldn’t find it this morning, so I didn’t wear one.”

A look of pure lust flashes in his eyes. It makes me squirm in my seat. His hand slips to the button on my jeans. “What about these?” His eyes flick to my waist and then lower. He wants to know if I’m wearing panties.

“What about them?”

“Are you wearing any?” Sean watches me, waiting for a response.

I give him a lopsided smile and say, “Why don’t you find out?”

Sean glances at the window and sees we have a ways to go. He leans into me, and slips the button through the hole. My jeans loosen and Sean presses his hand against my belly. His gaze is on mine, watching me, as his hand moves lower and lower. When he touches the V at the top of my legs, I close my eyes. Sean doesn’t ask. He just does it. His fingers slip between the delicate folds and inside of me. His hand works slowly, teasing me, moving in circles until I’m saying naughty things in his ear.

Sean kisses my neck as he works his magic. My body responds to him instantly. Every touch sends me higher and higher. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as I push my hips to his hand. I want him to push me over the edge. I want to feel the tight coils within me unwind, but Sean keeps me there, right at the cusp.

It goes on like that. Sean teases me, touching me in all the right places until I’m gasping, begging for release. I moan his name and beg him, but Sean only smiles. Just when I think that I can’t stand it for another second, he adds another finger and pushes into me—hard. I gasp and lift my hips to his hand. He thrusts harder and faster, rubbing my clit while he does it. I feel his eyes on my face, watching me. I’m suddenly very aware of the car and that we’ve stopped moving, but I don’t care. My hips buck into his hand, and I cry out. The sensations shoot through my stomach and into my chest. I want his hands on me, in me. I’d do anything to come right now.

Frantically, I grab his shirt and pull Sean to my face. “Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, baby.” His hand stills. His breath washes across my face. He smells so good and I want him so badly.

“Make me come. Please, Sean.”

He grins. Sean’s touch changes and sends a surge of lust shooting through my veins. I throw my head back and cry out. My hips slam into his hand and he pushes deeper inside of me. He does it over and over again, faster and harder. I wish my jeans weren’t so tight. I wish we were naked and my legs were wrapped around his waist. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so much in my life. I have no idea what he’s doing, but it feels so good.

Sean takes me higher and higher. My body tenses around his fingers, wanting release. Sean’s rocking becomes rhythmic. He pushes faster and faster until I can’t see. White blurs my vision. I try to keep my eyes open, but I can’t. My hand clutches my breast as I scream his name. Sean pushes once more, hard, and holds. When he does that, the pulsing starts. He thrusts again and again as I come. I’m breathing so hard. My body stays rigid as ecstasy consumes me.

Sean keeps his hand between my legs until I open my eyes. Then he pulls out slowly and lifts my hand to his lips. He sucks on each finger, one at a time. “You are absolutely delicious.”

I watch him through lowered lashes. Sean leans in and presses the pad of his finger to my lips. His hand has my scent. It hits me hard and makes me shy away, but Sean won’t let me. “Open.”

I do as he says and he puts a finger in my mouth—one he didn’t lick clean. I close my eyes and suck. Sean leans in to me and takes his hand away. “Did you like that?” I nod slowly. I feel like I’m floating. I blink a few times and look out the window. We’re at the park. Sean asks, “Are you ready?”