My hand settles on his knee. “But I give the best rewards.”
His brows lift. “Oh?”
“You have until we reach the Pond to get off,” I say breathlessly as I cup his cock through his pants.
“Kroshka—”
“Pleeease,” I wheedle.
His eyes catch mine and something he sees in my expression has a nerve twitching on his temple. He wafts a hand, though, and I quickly unzip him before he can change his mind.
This entire scenario has been giving me life throughout my boring lectures, so I don’t want Maxim sabotaging it before I get a chance to live it out for myself. I even asked Shay for tips during our run—and dragging that out of him was like asking for blood.
Setting into position, I’m immediately faced with the console and the hard plastic that digs into me.
Definitely not as good as it looks in porn.Wynter was 100% correct.
Thanking God that Maxim’s not driving stick, I manage to wet my suddenly dry mouth and send saliva pouring down my tongue so that I can swipe it around him.
He was soft at first touch, but I feel the tension in his ass and thighs as he shuffles in the driver’s seat—fidgeting? Maxim?100 points to Victoria!
His cock is quick to harden too.
“Jesus, Victoria,” he bites out when I dip down and snag his balls.
Figuring that was more in pain than overwhelmed with pleasure, I relinquish the chokehold on the family jewels, patting them in apology because I’ll need them to work at some point, and I suck on the tip.
When a hiss escapes him, I know I’m doing it how he likes it.
My tongue shapes the different lines and rims that I learned last week—when I was only his fiancée—and that hiss and the weight of his rings on my fingers has me squirming on my seat.
Okay, I can get into this.
I press open-mouthed kisses over that pulsating vein on the underside before I trace the throbbing spider’s web of smaller roping veins, chasing his pulse, sensing it on the tip of my tongue.
His hand cups the back of my head, the weight of it heavy, the pressure tempting.
“Your mouth is sin.”
I rub my thighs together as my need for him creeps higher. I reward him with a fluttering lick of his glans, laving it with spit I allow to drip onto him.
“God,zaya. How the fuck did I let you convince me to do this?” The words are bracketed by a loud groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Concentrate.”
Delighted by his response to my less than practiced abilities, I suck like he’s a popsicle I want to suffocate on.
“That’s it,” he seethes as his hips buck higher. Once. “Fucking take me. Yeah. Like that.”
Settling his tip into the soft pocket of my cheek, I lash the middle of his shaft, slurping up the saliva that wants to fall out of my mouth, and inadvertently creating pressure that has him panting. Hell, his breathing is louder than the music we have playing!
Sheeeesh, maybe porn isn’t wrong.
Maybe this is hotter than I first thought.
“I want you to swallow around me,kotik.”
Because I can obey from time to time, I do as he asks. A rush of power shuttles through me as he groans. Long and deep. A rumble that rattles my bones.
Confidence hits me next.
