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Before he can protest, I press my mouth to his. We groan in unison, our lips parting immediately to allow our tongues to meet in the middle. It’s not a fight for dominance. We delve into each other’s mouths, taking and giving, seeking to taste the other like our lives depend on it.
“Not enough time to fuck,” Reese manages to husk out between kisses.
“Of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m a lady, after all. You need to buy me dinner and jewelry and tell me all kinds of sweet things before you even think about getting lucky.”
I’m whispering this in my best raspy Marilyn Monroe murmur as I undo the button and zipper to Reese’s pants. His eyes glint when I slip my hand in, stroking him over his boxers. God, I love when he lets me take control like this. The big, bad superstar, the man with his grin plastered on billboards around town, his slapshot on the side of the stadium ten storeys tall… but when I reach into his boxer briefs, I can make him moan. Nothing else has ever felt so intoxicating.
“You know, I think it was a little mean of you, teasing me before heading out,” I simper. I give his cock a little squeeze, pulling a satisfying groan from him.
He clears his throat. “I don’t think it’s teasing if I’ve promised that you’ll get something at the end of the night.”
“Oh?” I raise a brow. “If that’s the case, then what I’m about to give you isn’t teasing, either.”
I pump his cock. A nice, steady pace with squeezes to the shaft and my thumb spreading his precum all over the head of his cock. His breath comes in ragged spurts as I stroke up and down. I let a drop of spit fall into the mix and the sound of skin on skin fills the back of the car.
“I love the way you feel in my hand, Reese.” I brush my nose against his, wanting to keep as much contact with him as possible. “You’re always so hard. I can feel how much you want me by how much your cock pulses in my hand.”
He arches his hips upward to slide himself in and out of the palm of my hand, hissing at the sweet friction.
“It’s cute, honestly, seeing you so desperate to come.”
Reese groans again. His hips snap upward this time. “Shit, Olivia, when did you ever get this feisty?” His green eyes bore into mine. “Not that I’m complaining, but fuck.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I say with a playful, innocent giggle. “Suppose I’m just in a mood tonight.”
“In a mood to torture me? Because that’s what you’re doing.”
I grin. “And yet I don’t think you’re really complaining.”
I speed up the pace of my strokes. It catches him off-guard, forcing him to grip the seating beneath us. If he moves too much back here, it’ll be obvious what we’re doing.
The idea of putting on a show sends an unexpected thrill through me.
He’s right. When did I get so feisty?
I blame it on this weird, haywire feeling I have tonight and my pregnancy hormones. They do say that being pregnant sends your libido into overdrive. I have a feeling that neither I nor Reese are going to complain about that once the end of the night finally arrives.
His cock is twitching in my hand as I stroke faster. Between that and the pained look on his face, I know he’s getting close. “Hmm.” I tap my lip with one manicured nail. “Don’t want to make a mess all over your clothes before we even get to the restaurant, do we?”
“Olivia, don’t—fucking hell.”
Before he can finish his thought, I have my mouth on him. His salty tang touches my tongue and I can’t help but moan at the taste of him. I swallow eagerly around him.
Unable to help himself, Reese fists my hair. He guides me along his shaft, setting a hard pace as he fucks up into my mouth and falls to sputtering, drooling fucking pieces.
“Good girl, good girl. You drive me so fucking insane.” He growls. “That’s it. Take all of me down.”
I’m eager to do as he says. It’s the growl in his voice that does it for me. The little hitches and breaks that show me all of him. His lust, his desperation, even his love. I let him slip a little further down my throat. One more swallow and he’s right on the cusp and then?—
“Mr. Dalton. We’re here.”
The partition didn’t lower, but the sound comes in clearly. I startle, pulling off of Reese’s cock to realize that the Caddy has been fitted with a speaker that lets the driver communicate while the partition is up. Blushing furiously, I can’t help but wonder if the sound goes both ways.
With one hand woven through his hair, Reese uses the other to press a button near one of the speakers. “No problem. Give us a moment; we’re early.”
“Of course, sir.”
A static stop cuts communication and I let out a crazed laugh. “I didn’t know he could talk to us!”
