I turned to look at him, and he held my gaze a moment, something unspoken passing between us. “But also, I think a lot of it is thanks to your encouragement.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Mine?”
“Yeah. Having your support, especially for my coaching business, has really given me a lot of confidence.”
“I’m glad, though you were always talented and smart. You just had to see it for yourself.” His expression softened and he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Did I tell you how unbelievably sexy you were—putting Sheffield in his place?”
I laughed, though it turned breathy as he slid a hand up my thigh. The calluses on his skin left goose bumps along the smooth flesh of my leg, anticipation thrumming through my core.
“You seemed annoyed with him. What did he say while I was gone?” I asked, remembering Jonathan’s thunderous expression.
He stilled, my blood whooshing through my ears. “He asked if you were seeing anyone.”
“And that bothered you?” I asked, gasping when he placed openmouthed kisses down my neck.
“More than it should.” Despite his rough tone, his touch was tender. “Thank you for being honest with me. I hope you never feel like I’ve pressured you into anything,” he said, returning to our earlier conversation.
“Pressured?” I laughed, turning to meet his eyes in the darkened car, having wondered the same. “You always make me feel so safe. I’ve wanted this. I’ve wantedyoufor…so long.”
“Really?”
Did he really not know? Our first night together, I’d told him I’d fantasized about him, but I hadn’t let on the full extent of it.
“Oh my god, yes. This is embarrassing to admit, but I had the biggest crush on you growing up.”
He smirked, clearly bemused by this revelation. “Oh, did you now?”
I nodded, my breath hitching when he ran his nose along my neck. “I used to fantasize about what it would be like to taste your lips. To have you slide your hands over my breasts, tease my nipples. The pressure of your hand as you slipped it beneath my shorts.”
He groaned. “Oh god. Don’t tell me that.” But the way he pressed his hand against his crotch told me he wanted me to continue. And I felt emboldened to do so.
I expected him to tell me to stop. But then he rasped, “What else?”
I closed my eyes briefly as the memories overtook me. The past and the present melding together, making my world spin.
“I’d imagine you teaching me what you wanted. Showing me how to please a man. How to pleaseyou.” I stroked him through his pants, loving the feel of his teeth on my neck, his control close to snapping. “I’d lie in bed after you’d gone home, touching myself as I imagined you there with me.”
“Fuck.” He hissed. “You make me so fucking crazy. You make me question everything.” He cupped my breast, sliding his hand inside my dress to pinch my nipple.
I gasped, both from his words and his touch. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” I panted, equally affected.
Unable to hold back any longer, I unbuckled his belt, the hiss of his zipper filling the car with promise. His eyes were intent on my lips as I freed him, my thoughts focused on making him lose his mind. I slid to the floor and bent over, licking him from root to tip before peering up at him.
“Tell me what you like. Tell me how to please you.” I stroked his length, a dot of precome beading on the tip.
“I like your mouth.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “These lips. These past few weeks, I’ve imagined fucking them countless times.”
I took him in my mouth, watching him the entire time. Suppressing the urge to gag as I swallowed him down.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that. Keep looking at me.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip when I grazed his length with my teeth. All the while, he maintained eye contact. He traced my lips with his thumb and told me how beautiful I looked, how incredible it was.
I’d never felt more powerful or aroused, rubbing my thighs together as if that would help. I needed him between my legs. I needed to feel him inside me.
I massaged his balls, feeling them tighten in my hand. And I knew he was close. I could tell from the way his hips jerked, his breath coming in short bursts. It was clear from the way he groaned when I hummed around him.
“Sumner.” It was a warning, a courtesy, and one I ignored.
