Page 65 of Wild and Wanted

Christ on a cracker. Clay’s dick throbbed at the entreaty in her voice. It took all his willpower not to thrust against her hand.

‘I want to see you.’ Her fingers stroked him through his jeans. ‘I want to feel you. I want to… do for you what you’ve done for me the last two times. You told me to ask for what I wanted. I want this.’

Yeah… he should have known that was going to come back and bite him on the ass.

‘I can’t pretend that I’ve done this before but I know the theory and… you could teach me how you like it?’

Teach her? Sweet Jesus, she was going to kill him. ‘Stevie girl…’ Clay threaded his hand through her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, groaning as her mouth moved hungrily on his, her hand just as hungry as it played over him, her fingers finding the stud of his jeans and then his zipper as they pulled the tab down.

He didn’t stop her – this was, after all, part of the whole making-out-in-a-car experience. Plus, he didn’t fucking want to. This was the third time she’d asked to touch him and he was sick of denying himself.

Denying her what she wanted.

But Clay had not been prepared for the sensation of her fingers reaching inside his underwear and wrapping around his taut aching flesh, tentatively at first then boldly as she pulled him free of his boxers It might be dark, but Clay had no doubt she could see his cock perfectly by the satisfied hiss of her breath.

His body was balanced on the edge of the precipice, his vision blurry, the air in his lungs as heavy as wet sand as he waited for her to do something other than stare at him, her downcast head making it hard to read what she was thinking. When she finally did look at him it was with the kind of awe a guy with his sized ego didn’t need.

‘So?’ she asked, her expression uncertain. ‘How do you like it?’

Clay hadn’t ever had a preference and he sure as hell couldn’t give a flying fuck now as long as she kept touching him. ‘I’ll like it however you want to give it.’

A little V formed between her eyes. ‘That’s not particularly helpful.’

He gave a half laugh. ‘Sorry, it’s just… nothing is going to feel bad right now, is all.’

‘I can’t… hurt it?’

She glanced down again as did Clay. Her question was fair enough considering even in the muted light his cock was flushed a dark purple-red as it strained against the taut outer casing of his flesh. And it did ache – something terrible – but her hands on him were soothing as well as rousing.

It was a double-edged sword.

‘I meant it when I said it was hardy.’

That seemed to please Stevie, a slow smile warming her face. ‘So I can… play?’

Oh, holy Jesus, he was a dead man. Clay swallowed. ‘You can.’

And that was all the invitation she needed as she returned her attention to his cock, her hand moving slowly at first – up and down – but with increasing confidence, stroking him as her thumb rubbed across his tip.

The muscles in Clay’s stomach contracted, the ones slung between his hip bones quivered and the ones in his ass clenched tight. His head thunked back against the rest, his neck losing its ability to support, his eyes shuttering as a charge of hot pleasure flicked on all his nerve endings like switches, one after the other.

He was lit up, every synapse fizzing, every cell in a state of excruciating excitability.

Clay vaguely felt her shifting and then her hand was gone, but there was something better, a soft, wet heat swiping over the head of his cock. Jesus. Clay’s heart kicked him in the chest as his eyes flung open, a guttural cry wrenching from the back of his throat as he looked down to see her tongue circling around and around the blunt dome of his cock.

Like he was a lollipop and she had a sugar addiction.

‘Fuuuuck, Stevie…’ he panted as one hand grabbed the steering wheel and the other gripped her hip tighter.

She made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat which vibrated straight down his shaft, earthing in his balls and causing his eyes to roll back in his head. But when her mouth took him deeper he opened his eyes again and watched her, watched her lips stretch and his shaft disappear bit by bit, cushioned by the heat and wet of her tongue.

She was tentative at first, exploring, tasting, her head bobbing slowly, those two tight, neat plaits the most erotic-looking reins he’d ever seen, but on her third pass, she went a little further, her hand sliding to his thigh, gripping it hard, the slim band of her purity ring staring him down.

Well hell… Talk about ripping him out of the moment.

Damn it. He wanted to take her to his cabin, lay her on his bed and love every inch of her body. And, he knew now she’d had her mouth on his cock, that’s exactly where this night was heading. But he needed to be sure it was what she really wanted.

Because he didn’t want her leaving the RVR with any regrets let alone one of them being him.