I didn’t touch her. This was her show. Her turn to take what she needed to take, and I would gladly give it over. Even though the front seat of the GTO didn’t offer enough room to do the kinds of things I would really like to do with her. She had thus far shown no fear, no stopping point, no edge of hesitation when we came together. That just made me want to push her more and more. It was an addictive element to sex I had never experienced with anyone else. Granted no one I had ever been to bed with matched me the way she did. No one took everything I had to give and then asked for more. I think she was the only human being that had ever seen the real me. He wasn’t very attractive in all his greedy, insatiable, and grasping glory, but she never once looked away.

Just like she wasn’t looking away now as each of her hands grabbed one side of my shirt and pulled. Little plastic buttons pinged off every interior wall of the car and bounced off the glass. She wrestled the fabric out of the top of my pants and ran her hands over my stomach where my abs contracted as she switched and used the edge of her nails to lightly scratch the skin.

“I love how strong you are.” Her fingers climbed upward and tripped lightly over my chest and across my collarbone. I sucked in a breath as she used her index finger to scrape over the flat of my nipple, and wondered if this is what it felt like when I went after her. “You seem unbreakable.”

I sat as still as stone as she switched her attentions to the other side. I could feel my blood getting thick and starting to pool below where she was sitting across my lap. The interior of the car felt like it was a million degrees and all I could see was the endless dark of her oddly colored eyes. She leaned forward and her hair slid like dark satin across the skin she had exposed.

“Everyone has a breaking point.”

I sounded gruff and really had to concentrate on getting the words out because she leaned forward and her lips hit right below my ear on my rough jaw. Her teeth started to nibble and her tongue lapped a long wet trail all the way up behind my ear where she breathed, “I would love to see you when you reach yours.”

She curled a hand around the back of my neck and rubbed her cheek against mine. When I let my monster have at her, it took in giant mouthfuls, gobbled her up, and tried to burn as fast and as hot as the pleasure would allow. She wasn’t kidding when she said hers needed to be soothed. Every move she made was deliberate, erotic. We touched everywhere and somehow it was more intimate than all the times I had been inside of her over the last month. She brushed her chest against my own and I decided the playing field needed to level out a little, so I hooked my hands under her shirt and lifted it up off over her head. Her hair fell back down around us like a dark curtain and I grabbed her face so I could kiss her. She blinked at me with big eyes and smiled.

“You are the only one that sees it, over and over again. You were the breaking point from the moment you walked in the door to tell me you helped Novak grab Dovie. I wanted to be disgusted, to hate you, but I didn’t. I thought you were beautiful and resilient. You seemed so misguided and lost, and even then I wanted to get you naked and fuck you on my desk.”

Her face lowered to mine and our lips touched just a tiny bit. One of her hands skated down the center of my chest and landed on my belt buckle. I reciprocated by popping the clasp on the back of her bra and pulling it out of my way.

“You should’ve tried. I would’ve let you.” The words danced across my lips and somewhere in the center of my chest an animal howled in delight. That was what was missing in my life. Someone that appreciated all the sacrifice, the hard choices I had made to become the man I was, but who could also appreciate the fucked-up kid I had been.

I was still letting her set the pace, so as she sat there and breathed me in while she worked on my belt buckle I simply ran my hands up and down her ribs, across her back, and under the lush curves of her breasts. I wanted to roll each puckered tip between my fingers. I wanted to shove my tongue between her teeth. I wanted to grind my throbbing cock up into the heated center seated on top of it. I wanted anything I could get, but she was moving, touching, playing like we had all the time in the world, and it was torture.

She got my belt open and had me lift up a little so that she could get my zipper down. In the confined space every movement felt amplified, felt erotic and overly sensitized. She put her hand in the opening she created and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She slid her grip up and down until I was ready to buck her off of me. I panted against her still lips where they rested against my own as we watched each other like predators deciding who the ultimate winner of the standoff was going to be. She glided her palm over the head of my cock and took the moisture that was pooling there with her as she continued to work me over.

I felt my face heat up. I felt my breathing get labored and heavy. My eyelids drooped down a fraction and I squeezed my hands so hard around the curve of her waist that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I left marks behind.

“Thought I was supposed to be calming your beast, Reeve. This feels like the opposite of that.” I was about to come in her hand and she was still mostly dressed and unkissed. “You’re supposed to be taking what you need.”

She laughed a little against my mouth and finally gave me a soft little peck. “I am. I like you this way. You’re never soft, never gentle, but for me you are. That soothes something inside of me. I like being the one that can make you come to heel. The leash is always pulling, always tugging, but right now it’s not.” There was power in those words. By soothing her inner wild, my own had quieted down. The need to mark and mar was nowhere under her featherlight caress. It was different with her. It always was.

“I’m gonna be really soft in like two minutes and then you’re gonna be shit out of luck if you want to use that for anything.”

I pointed purposefully to the hard-on she was still working up and down. It looked angry and massive in her tiny fist. Her gaze drifted downward too and her dark eyes got wide. It was an incredibly sexy sight watching her watch what she was doing to me. I saw the tip of her tongue dart out to touch the center of her bottom lip and watched as her pulse fluttered as I jerked in her hand.

Suddenly she grabbed hold of the tie that was still around my neck and pulled me to her for the kind of kiss I wanted. Teeth knocking, tongues tangling, breath mingling, air being stolen. Her naked breast rubbed wantonly against my chest and I took it as my cue to go ahead and start trying to help her get naked. There was no room and she had stupid long legs, so it probably looked like a ridiculous game of twister. It didn’t feel that way. Everywhere our skin touched was electric. Everywhere her mouth landed and sucked or licked, scorched. Everywhere my hands touched felt precious and irreplaceable.




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