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“Yes, sir?” The driver’s voice crackled from the front of the car.
“Nido Beach,” he choked out as she traced his shaft through the lining of his pocket. Then she kneaded his balls. He caught her jaw in one hand and sank the other into the wild mane of curls she’d tamed and smoothed and pinned into submission. Everything gave under his touch. Her head tipped back. Her hair slid free of the pins. Her mouth opened generously for his tongue, and her scent wrecked his brain.
Her fre
e hand trailed down the front of his shirt, until those agile fingers found his belt buckle and dispensed with it one-handed. Both hands came into play to unfasten his pants. The zipper rasped wickedly in the insulated luxury of the limousine.
Seconds later she had him out, jutting like a flagpole, her tight fist wrapped around the base of his cock and the untended inches pulsing in the cool, heavy air coming from the vents. She breathed into his ear, “I’ve never done this in a limo, either,” and then scooted off the seat and settled onto her knees in front of him.
Her lips shined in the muted light. “Did you paint your lips for the occasion?”
One corner of her mouth lifted. “Maybe. Do you like the shade?” Then she lowered her head and kissed him, rubbing her lips over the tip. Pressure built fast, and terms like comfortable ceased to apply. A second later she eased back and admired the results. Sure enough, his crown sported a shimmer of red.
“Very pretty,” he said through a tight throat.
She tipped her head to the side, in a show of diligent consideration. “It could use a little more color, down along here”—he groaned as her thumb traced a startlingly sensitive vein running the length of his shaft—“don’t you think?”
“It’s your project…fuuuuck.” He caught a handful of the loose hair curtaining her face and twisted the strands around his fist so he could watch her take him deep. His fantasies of her soft, pink lips yielding to his cock paled in comparison to reality. He indulged them for as long as he could without endangering his ability to change her I Never status, but it didn’t take long before the tight, hot haven at the back of her throat and the wet sounds of her working him wore away his reserves. He trapped her lithe body between his knees to keep her still, and, using her hair as a leash, slowly guided her mouth up his length. She kept the suction so tight the withdrawal drew his balls up, and popping himself free set off a blinding flash of light behind his eyes.
“Jailbait, next time we’re in one of these I’m going to push your skirt up, part your legs, and give you a tongue lashing you’ll never forget, but if you want to scratch ‘Do it in a limo’ off your I Never list tonight, you better get your ass on my lap right now.”
She scrambled, he lifted, and a second later she straddled his hips. Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance. One hard tug pulled the top of her dress down to her ribs, revealing bare, pale skin and tight nipples.
He switched to an underhanded grip on her ass to try and maintain some control over the proceedings. “Put this”—he licked her straining nipple—“in my mouth.”
A shiver cascaded down her spine. Eyes locked on his, she arched forward until her nipple grazed his lips. The barely there touch fluttered her eyelids. She tried to bear down and lower herself onto him, but he held her still. Once he was inside her, he had two, maybe three thrusts before he exploded. He had to find a way to take her with him. “In my mouth,” he repeated, and leaned his head back against the seat to make her arch deeper. Helpful, because the position lifted her hips and left her more open for him. “I’m waiting.”
“And you call me stubborn,” she muttered, but complied. As she slowly fed her nipple between his lips, he fed his cock into her tight, wet channel.
“Ooooh.” Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she pushed more of her breast into his mouth. He rewarded her with a hard suck and several more inches.
Her voice “That’s…so…good. So good.” He lowered her until she sat fully astride him, felt her quick inhale, and forced himself to give her a few seconds to get comfortable. She shifted her hips, dug her knees into the seat, and then exhaled a satisfied sigh. “Really, really good.”
Hell yeah, it was good, but as soon as she squeezed those internal muscles, he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell of taking her with him. He sealed his mouth around her other breast, lifted her a couple inches, and then brought her down solidly enough to make them both gasp. Another lift, another slam, another gasp, and he lost himself. He dragged her up and down his cock in fast, brutal bursts while he anchored her jiggling breast in his mouth and ravaged her nipple. And then he was coming. A blinding torrent of sensation that battered him, consumed him, ripped him away from her no matter how hard he tried to hold on.
The pain of her fingers twisting in his hair dragged him back, just in time to cover her mouth to stop the moans coming from her throat from escalating into cries that might reach their driver. He sucked her breast, shoved two fingers between her lips, and flexed every muscle he had between his navel and his knees to send her over.
She went. Rising up. Crashing down. Shuddering against him while she sucked his fingers and hugged his shaft. Finally, she bowed back, palms planted on his knees, center dragging over his abs, and jerked once, twice, before falling forward and collapsing over him.
Her arms circled his shoulders. Her cheek rested on the top of his head. “Holy shit,” he murmured against her breast. “I stand corrected. I never did it in a limo until tonight. Not properly.”
She laughed. “I’m no expert, but I’d say we did it proper tonight…uh-oh. We’re stopping.”
Sure enough, the limo rolled to a halt. Then the driver’s voice invaded their space. “Nido Beach, sir.”
His fingers hovered over the intercom, but before he could respond, she hitched her top up, slipped off his lap, and pushed her skirt down. “I’m going for a swim.”
“What?” Maybe she was wasted after all. Water temps were sixty degrees, max, this time of year, but before he could remind her she bounded out the door. A blast of cool air washed over his wrung-out dick before he tucked it into his pants and dragged his zipper up. He burned through another minute shucking off his shoes and socks, and then chased after her. The sliver of moon barely lit her as she raced across the sand and into the water, long hair flying behind her like a banner for him to capture.
Foamy waves crashed around his calves before he closed in on her. His heart pounded, a little from the sprint, but mainly because she stood there like a mirage of moonlight and the tide. Fascinating, but fundamentally elusive.
That’s exactly what she is.
He immediately rejected the thought. She was no mirage, and neither was the connection between them. She could run all night if she wanted, but she wouldn’t outrun it. Maybe she realized as much, because she looked over her shoulder and her eyes locked on him. The remnants of her smile faded.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s good. We’re halfway done.” Her big-eyed gaze drifted away, and she chewed her thumbnail.
