Page 65 of The Arrangement

He was thankful his pants had joined the rest of his clothes because her juices had soaked him beautifully. They’d been teasing and touching for only a short while, but he had her just about wet and ready enough to take her like he knew she wanted.

“Who gives you this feeling?” he asked.

Another rock, another roll, another lift of her body on his shaft and she trembled with a cry. Achingly full, that’s how he felt. Damp from sweat, sticky with her, high with smoke, and topped with love. It dripped down every nerve in his body like liquid gold.

“You.”

“Mmm …who’s yours, baby?”

Pink lips curved around the half inch roach he offered, sucking in a good puff before she whispered, “You.”

Sixteen and curious she wasn’t anymore. Hesitation didn’t flicker in brown eyes, hands moved with knowing yearning, and words fell like a beautiful song. She was so far from the same it hurt, but she still wasn’t any different, either.

It was the third time in less than twenty-four hours that he’d had her body, and it didn’t feel any less intense than the last time. Anton wouldn’t ever tire of the way it felt, or how she pulled him deeper inside than he ever thought possible. Overwhelming and wholly gone, she had him broken to pieces and put back together again in one swift motion.

So close, he was so fucking close to telling her everything he’d been hiding. Anton didn’t want to keep the things he knew that she didn’t inside any longer. Beyond the way she had him tied all the way around her like a protective, wanting bow, he also knew the secrets he held felt like personal bars of a terrible prison he shouldn’t have ever been inside.

Smoke billowed again, twisting in thick spirals to the roof, clouding his vision and the car.

“Feel me. Always.” It came out soft and torn, almost like an admission forced from a ripped open heart. His thumb rolled over her lips, down her chin and throat, between perky breasts and the flat expanse of her stomach. Viviana swallowed a gulp of nothing when the tips of his fingers slipped deftly over the hood of her clit and drummed a circling beat. “Almost, yeah?”

A lazy nod answered him back, her body tensing and gently rocking hips still moving. “Yeah.”

The rhythmic clenching of her walls around his dick had him moaning. Her orgasm was so close he could practically feel it clawing its way through his veins himself. But, Anton wanted her sweating more, panting harder, with her body, nerves, and sex singing from smoke and bliss before he filled her in a whole new way.

Still, Viviana didn’t make the move to quicken her riding pace, keeping it unhurried and delicious in the most provokingly lustful way. Anton’s head fell back to the seat as her breath caught on the exhale. Removing his hand from between her thighs, those fast rising breasts of hers caught his palm one after the other, his thumb rolling over taut nipples that felt hot to the touch.

One light draw off the roach and he blew a perfect line of thick smoke from her neck down to her stomach, letting the sharp-tasting weed roll over her skin in billowing waves. Her teeth cut into her bottom lip, reddening the plump flesh to the same hue as her swollen, wet sex. Viviana mewled with the quietest whine of need that said she was so close to toppling under the building pressure that her spine was beginning to curve and her head drew farther back.

“God, yes. I’m creeping up so hard. We gonna do this?”

Oh, she’d been so surprised when he waved a condom he brought back from the front console before they’d really gotten started. They didn’t fuck with them, didn’t have to, and he wouldn’t ever so long as she was only his, but he’d use one this time and she got his point in wanting to straightaway. There wasn’t fear in her voice when she agreed, but he heard the quiet waver even so. It wasn’t like he blamed her; despite the toy they’d played with earlier, his cock was longer and thicker and sure to make her ache.

Anton hummed his assent, feeling that heat sizzle in his blood as a buzz roamed his mind. “Yeah, just wanted you rolling hard first.”

Her fingernails dragged along the ceiling, waves of her hair tumbling down her back, and he caught her free hand curving his jaw with a quick turn of his head, laying a loud open-mouthed kiss to her palm. A shiver rolled over every muscle in her body as two of her slender fingers slid between his lips. His tongue swirled around the digits, tasting the weed and her arousal on her skin.

“Oh … almost,” she sighed, lips smacking as the trembling in her legs grew a bit more.

“One more, just the one. Take it and give it back,” Anton murmured, reaching up to tug on the few strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulder gently. “Come on, I want to taste it out of your sweet mouth.”

With her face leaning down close to his again, his hazy line of vision cleared enough to watch her drag that last hit off the joint hard. Viviana let the smoke roll from her lips upward, French inhaling the final pull from the joint as their gazes met. The pelting rain outside had dimmed to practically nothing at all, but the thundering storm clouds remained, keeping the car dark. The humidity in the air mixed with the heat of their sex and the whispers of smoke fogged up the windows.

“Hold it hard, don’t let it out until I want it, hmm?”

Again, her teeth bared to his cheek when he pulled her close to kiss her eyelids. When his mouth found hers, a tongue was quick to spear into wet heat, allowing the exhale from her lungs to inhale into his. The harshness of the weed was lessened with her taste and he burned all over again. Their lips moved a leisurely speed, slow enough to taste and relish and seek.

Then, her high and broken cry of his name caught in his mouth. The walls of her pussy clamped down tight with the sudden sweep of her orgasm, holding him in as his hand grasped her hip. When her eyes glazed and hands shook, she gasped another one of those sighing sounds. He let her roll out the waves of bliss.

“Just like that, baby. Up, raise up for a moment.”

“Now?” Viviana asked breathlessly.

“Mmhmm. Right now.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Some,” he said, not wanting to lie. “Not for long, I promise.”