Page 95 of A Little Bit Uncertain

He finally leaned back in that sexy way men do, with his legs spread like a king, ready to be pleasured.

“Give me your best, then,” he said, his breath erratic.

“Yes, sir.”

I don’t want to say it’s the hardest I’ve seen him, but it felt like his dick was straining against his skin. I grabbed him in my hands and stroked the velvety skin before bringing my tongue to lick more pre-cum that had beaded. Dragging my tongue up and down his length without breaking eye contact, I got him wet, then went to work. As I wrapped my mouth around him and bobbed up and down, his body melted into the seat. But when I took the cockhead down the back of my throat, he made a gargled noise and sat up. I gagged myself as I tried to take him even deeper.

“Holy fuck, Audra.”

I pulled off and asked and with my most innocent voice and widest eyes I asked, “Do you like that, sir?”

“Keep going. Fuck, please keep going,” he grunted as his hips moved to thrust, and I got back to work and alternated between deep-throating him, rubbing my tongue over him, and jerking him off with my hands. I’d never forget how his face looked. As he wrapped his hand around my hair to get the best view, I tried rubbing on anything to release the tension in myself. It had to be the best blow job I’d ever given in my life. He finally pulled me off by my hair, hauled me up, and roughly flipped me onto my back in the seat.

“My turn,” he barely hissed out. Donovan was like a man possessed as he pulled my ass to the edge of the seat and positioned my legs where he wanted them.

His knees hit the floor, and he made his way between my thighs, but jerked back up with wide eyes. “Where the fuck is your underwear?”

“I took it off in the bathroom when I thought there was a chance you’d finger me on the dance floor, maybe even fuck me,” I replied nonchalantly.

His eyes bulged out of his head. “You mean … How long? Why didn’t you say anything?” He ran through a gamut of emotions.

“And ruin the surprise? No way. I waited forty-five minutes for you to make a move. I’d been dripping for you, Donovan. I’m sure I left evidence of it all over your pants.”

“Fucking Christ, Audra. You are deliciously filthy.”

With that, his mouth hit my clit, and I almost shot through the roof of the car. He had spread me out so far that one of my feet was resting on the goddamn window while my other rested on his shoulder. I wondered what it would look like to someone passing by. His tongue expertly moved up and down my slit. For a millisecond, I was self-conscious about how wet I was, but when he pulled away and looked at me with an accomplished smile and wet chin, all my inhibitions went away.

“You weren’t joking. This is all for me. Do you know how that makes me feel? You’re so fucking hot, Audra. This insane in the best way possible.”

Then, he went to town. Donovan knew what drove me wild, and he sank his fingers deep into me while his tongue worked my clit in the most perfect way. I hoarsely whispered his name, trying to keep it quiet for the driver, but as he plunged his fingers in and out, it didn’t take long before I was teetering on the edge. Right before I tumbled, he pulled out, positioned his body over me as my ass hung off the seat rested in his hand, and sank his cock so deep into me I could feel him in my stomach. It was like he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“Fuck!” I shouted. There was no way the driver didn’t hear that one, but I didn’t care. I had never felt so desired in my life. After a couple of deep thrusts, he pulled out and sat back deep in the seat.

“Ride me, Chaos. Show me what you got.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, fucking please, sir.”

Pulling my dress up, I straddled him again, held his face in my hands, feeling the scruff on my fingertips as I frantically kissed him. Then, I lowered myself down, slowly at first, feeling him fill every inch of me. It didn’t take long until my speed picked up, and I rode him into oblivion.

After a short while, he rasped out, “Audra, I … I’m going to come. You have to come,” but before he said anything else, I felt his dick jerk and the warmth fill me up. The sensation set off my orgasm, and I shouted at the pleasure again. We could never split up because I would never find sex this good again. Holy shit.

My sweaty body collapsed on his, with him still inside me, and I tried to catch my breath. Donovan pulled my hair back and peppered my neck with tender kisses.

“You are an angel, a goddess, a siren, my temptation, my savior, and my fantasy. You are everything, Audra Emory King.”

Smiling, I nuzzled into him, not getting off until we were outside of his building. When he finally prompted me to get off, he realized the mess we’d made, so he reached into his wallet and took out a hundred-dollar bill to leave on the seat in apology.

Flushed and freshly fucked, we walked to the front door with our hands intertwined. We never even saw the driver, which I appreciated. I was trying to figure out how to balance being slightly embarrassed by our backseat activities alongside being a bit turned on by the thought that he knew exactly what was going on.

“So for real,” I turned to him, “how did you get the car?”

“After about an hour of you grinding on me, I texted Miles and requested he give me the names of three drivers he trusted. He tried to argue, but I said I would not use him for this particular ride, so he sent me three, and I went down the line. I offered a large sum to the one who could pick us up and drive around until I texted him to bring us home. You drive me crazy, Audra. Normally, I’d have to do a background check on each of them, but all I could think about was getting you in the back of a goddamn car. And the dick-sucking “Sir” thing? Holy shit, that was the best surprise of my sexual life. I didn’t know what that was going to do to me. That was hot, Chaos,” he squeezed my hand in appreciation.

“But can we switch gears real quick,” he continued before I could respond. “I’m going to be honest, I’m not ready to get back on a plane in a couple of hours, though. I’ll have you know I get very grouchy if I don’t have my beauty rest.”

“Is that so?” I smiled at him as we got in to ride the elevator to his floor.

“Oh, it’s so, all right.” He laughed as he put his arm around my shoulders. “I have a proposition. We push our flight home back until late afternoon/early evening. Let’s sleep in and have a lazy breakfast. We’ll see a couple more things, and have lunch with my sister, if we can nail her down. I would selfishly like to see Mike, and maybe even the others. Then we can head home?”

I looked up to kiss him quickly, “That sounds like a great plan,” and I rested my head back on his strong shoulder as he pulled out his phone to make arrangements as we rode up the elevator. Everything felt just right in that moment, from his hand, to our plan, to everything that happened tonight. We were really doing this. I smiled at the thought. It was going to be a fun ride.