Page 78 of No Greater Oblivion

“Move,” I order, pushing down on his shoulders. “Sit back.”

He does as I ask and I yank on the seat lever, sending us barreling several inches backward. Alejandro catches me with a tight arm around my waist. “Dahlia⁠—”

If he keeps saying my name like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

With a bit more access than before, I manage to lift my body enough to free his belt from around his waist and unzip his pants. I can’t wait any longer; I grip him by the base and guide him inside me and he thrusts his hips forward—I swear to God, I see stars on the car ceiling.

He pulls out inch by inch before sliding home and my entire body trembles with the impact. I’m tingling, shaking, absolutely burning from the inside out but it isn’t enough. Not like this. Why the fuck did I think the car was a good idea? I want a bed and pillows and blankets and to be completely naked so I can feel him everywhere at once. It’s impossible to ride him like this, at least the way I want to.

“Focus,” he tells me.

I’m too dizzy to come up with a proper response. “I…I am.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hip as he drags me further up his body and my clit grinds against his pelvis. The friction is so good it makes my blood sing. “You aren’t.”

“I—wait,” I grab the headrest behind him and try to straddle him properly. “Move.”

“Where?”

“Down, Alejandro, Jesus Christ.” He moves further down the seat and I can finally straddle his hips with my knees. He grips me by the backside and thrusts upward, a series of quick, harsh movements that send him so deep inside me it hurts. “Oh my God⁠—”

“I miss those sounds.” He leans down and kisses the tops of my breasts before sinking his teeth into my flesh. “Do it again.”

I meet him thrust for thrust and each plunge inside me sends my body reeling. I use his body to anchor me, making the rise and fall of my hips easier, and gravity works in my favor. The air in the car grows thick, the sound of flesh against flesh so vulgar and explicit it makes my cheeks heat with a blush. When I grind against him, guiding my hips with smooth, easy movements I know send his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the sounds he makes set fire to the blood in my veins. It’s deep, guttural, primal. I love the way he moans, the way he kisses my neck and exhales against my skin, the shaky hitch in his breath when he gets closer to climax.

We kiss and it’s like no time has passed. My nails dig into his scalp, long strands of hair wrapping around my fingers as I tug and force his head back so I can explore him more thoroughly with my tongue. He fits so well inside me, the perfect length and width so that the fullness stings because I’ve always enjoyed a bit of pleasure with the pain. He pulses inside me and he’s so close to release that I almost give it to him. But then his hands are all over me—touching, grabbing, groping. He touches my waist, squeezes my hips, then cups my breasts, pinching so hard that my nipples harden and ache. Alejandro does this as he fucks me, ramming to the hilt, his thrusts inside me in tandem with the pinch of his fingers.

The last time he does, I move with him, and orgasm rips through me. He moves faster, harder, building up to an impossible high and a second climax that sends my soul out of my fucking body.

I think we’re screaming. We have to be. My ears are ringing.

Minutes pass. So many minutes. He’s still kissing me and I’m kissing back, gathering his bottom lip between my teeth as the aftershocks move through me and he holds me against him. Finally, when it feels as though an eternity has passed, we collapse.

And as soon as we do, it takes all of sixty seconds for me to regret it.

A shiver bolts down my spine.

Fuck.

19

LOOK AT WHAT WE’VE DONE TO EACH OTHER

Alejandro

The Present

“This was a mistake.”

My ears are ringing.

I can’t hear a damn thing.

Dahlia scrambles against me while I’m still inside her, the movement almost spurring me into a second round. Not in this car though—I’m too fucking tall and we are too fucking clothed.

“Hold on,” I urge, moving into an upright position. “Let me⁠—”

She pushes off me and lands against the steering wheel. The horn blares and she yelps and before I can reach for her, she’s throwing the door open and practically flings herself out onto the street.