“Yesterday, I lost control. Tonight, you’ll lose yours to me, Elle.” I already lost it. Our lips meet sensually as he unbuttons my shirt before throwing it in the back seat. I moan when his skilled fingers set me on fire. “You’ll come for me, yelling my name in that sweet voice of yours.”
His stare is wild, his pupils darken as he tries to read my needs. He pushes one finger inside my entrance and a heat invades my body. He moves his finger inside me, slowly, at a measured place as I bite my lower lip to keep me from moaning his name. Truth is, I’ve never had sex elsewhere than a bed. I doubt that is the case for Aaron. He’s probably done it many times in his car. I’m not as experienced as he is.
“Do you want another one, Elle?” He puts pressure with his thumb on my clit, watching me rolling my hips to meet his pace.
“Yes,” I pant when he strokes another finger inside me, and I abandon myself to his control and the pleasureful torture he creates. My fingers digging into his hair, he strokes me deeper. Faster. Leaving me breathless. “Aaron. I can’t—” I drop, out of air, while he shuts me off with a delicious kiss, sucking my lower lip.
“You’ll take it until you can’t anymore,ma belle.” His voice enthralls me, and soon enough, I feel my first orgasm nearing.
I want him to end my agony, and I find myself begging him to be allowed to come. I should be ashamed, but the truth is… I’m not. He pumps his fingers, harder, faster, until he takes all my control. His thumb massaging my clit, he’s hitting different pleasures in my body. I can’t hold on. Heat. Flashes. I’m spinning. I’m about to—
“Lose it,” Wolf orders as my orgasm crashes around me. My stomach vibrates, a blistering ecstasy sends me to the edge. I cry out his name, closing my eyes to meet my pleasure. “Now you are ready for me,” he adds.
He caresses my cheek before brushing his lips on mine. “You are mine, Elle.”
I want to show him he is mine, too. I want to leave a mark on him, the same way he marked me last night.Significant.He pulls me on his lap in the driver seat while I throw off his shirt. He brushes my hair with his fingers before unlocking my bra and sliding it on the seat next to us. He lifts my skirt over my head and squeezes my waist possessively. The light of the moon is warming his face in a blue tone, giving a spiritual connection to this moment.
“I’ve never had sex in a car,” I admit coyly when I notice his gaze take in the sights of each part of my vulnerable, naked body. Stephan never bothered to undress me fully, but with Aaron, he wants to memorize each part of my naked self, every time, and it feels… nice.
“Me neither.” I snort at his statement. “But I always wanted to,” he adds.
He never did. It is a first for both of us. Meaningful.
When he unzips his pants, I peer at his growing hardness, and I feel the need to try. He’s god-like, and I don’t want to feel like a random mortal to him. I know men are expectingthat. I put my hand around his length to start stroking him.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, pulling his head back on the seat.
He spaces the seat from the steering wheel, and I know how things are gonna escalate. He’s giving me room to… a shiver runs through my body, my heart aching, old memories rushing back. I angle closer to him, approaching his erection, but when his fingers brush over my hair, I jerk away.Stephan. I can’t do this.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” I swallow as I stop stroking him and wait for his judgment. He stares at me, his expression unreadable.
“It’s not an obligation, Elle.”
“But, that’s what men want, isn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t lie, saying I wasn’t imagining your sweet lips on me.” I feel a knot in my stomach, but before I can overthink, his lips close on mine. “But I honestly prefer being buried deep in you and watching you come undone for me.” I can help but blush in front of his without filter honesty.
“So, you don’t think I’m a prude?” Stephan’s voice resonates throughout my head.
“Certainly not. I think you need to trust the person enough to do this… and probably the right man, I guess.”
I kiss him, making my lips collide with his, feeling lifted out of a weight I was holding on to. He rips the condom packet with his teeth before pulling it onto his hard shaft. He lowers his mouth to my nipple, kissing it, sucking it, his tongue working across me. His other hand squeezes my breast, his fingers tugging my nipple gently, as a moan of pleasure escapes me.
He enters me with a flex of his hips, and I grip the head of the seat in front of me, burying my face near Aaron’s neck while I adjust to his cock inside of me. Our paces synchronize. He cups my cheeks to draw me in and give me another heated kiss while I ride him, rocking my hips to meet his measured drives. When I pull back, I feel sexy and desired in his eyes. That’s the thing with Aaron, he creates in me an assurance I never had before.
He thrusts deeper into me, owning each part of my body with his kisses, sending me to a forbidden place in each of his drives. I moan his name as he curses, the world our only witness of the passion exploding between us. Aaron LeBeau isn’t the kind to make sweet, gentle love, he’s too possessive and passionate for that. But he isn’t the type of man to fuck you like a doll and disrespect you. He is not the type of man who makes you feel dirty, like a lower woman after possessing you. No. He brings you to the edge and brings to life something wild in you. You submit him your control willingly—without shame, without regretting your actions.
He pushes the seat down and switches positions, putting himself on top as I lie down on the seat. He opens the roof of the convertible, the warm wind making his hair dance as the full moon lightens my face. I look at him, standing on his knees, his herculean body facing me—he is beautiful but somehow broken. God’s blood is running in his veins, while he is inhabited by his demons corrupting his soul.
“Like to be on top, Mr. LeBeau?” I giggle when he brings my knees closer to his chest in one fast movement.
“I’ll take you in every fucking position, Miss Monteiro.” He lowers himself before trailing addictive kisses along the length of my inner thigh down to my ankle, an insatiable predatory look on his face. Still on his knees, his back straightens up as he puts my ankles on his shoulder.
He pulses in and out as I push my palms to the seat behind me to hold on to his passionate drives. He clutches my waist to push deeper into me before caressing my legs with an erotic touch that makes my whole body shiver. His eyes firmly set on me, watching me fall apart. Watching my breasts bouncing every time he hits the end of me. Watching my belly contracting, feeling my orgasm nearing. I’m wild for him. Slowly. Deeply. Intensely. I’m driven.
“Fuck. You feel amazing. I. Want. All. Of. You.” My stomach vibrates with butterflies. Every touch of his is fiery, passionate, rough, but yet—he makes me feel like every woman would want to feel. Secure and desired. With him, a simple word is magnifying, because it means so much more. ‘All of you’ could mean more than my carnal body, but my whole soul.
He spreads my legs before burying his head into my neck, sucking my earlobe. One of his hand cups my butt cheek while his tempo increases, and my body tingles with pleasure. I wrap my legs around his torso, yanking him toward me to feel him deeper inside me.
