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“You want this,” he states, but I recognize it for what it truly is—a plea for consent.
“I want you,” I whisper, my lips already bearing the marks of his demanding kisses.
In the next breath, he fixes his gaze on mine. His hand, which cradled my face with gentleness moments ago, now clamps down harshly, squeezing my chin with a painful twist. A blaze of desire ignites in his eyes, and I feel his grip tighten like an unyielding vise.
“Give me your tongue,” he rasps against my ear, his voice rough and demanding. He brushes his chin along my cheek until he can look me in the eyes, waiting for me to do as I was told. In any other circumstance, such a request might seem out of place.
I hesitate for a moment too long, and Desmond repeats himself, his tone more commanding. “Give me your tongue, kitten.” He enunciates each word, his lips hovering just inches away from mine, imbued with the taste of whiskey.
Desmond leans in, pressing his lips to mine, his kiss pushing aside the turmoil that consumed me earlier. I oblige, sliding my tongue into his mouth.
The change in him is instantaneous. With a growl of desire, he presses me deeper into the seat, his lips never releasing my tongue. There’s a swift movement, then the seat reclines, the seat belt releasing with a click.
Now, he’s as close to me as possible within the confines of the car. His dark eyes lock onto mine as he continues to suck on my tongue. My heart pounds, and my body is aflame with desire. My blood simmers beneath my skin, making me twitch, and I’m on the precipice of something I can’t quite define.
A moan escapes my lips, and it appears to be what Desmond was waiting for. With a dark chuckle, he releases my tongue but maintains his grip on my jaw, giving my head a gentle shake.
“Code word,” he whispers against my lips.
“Strawberry.”
His laughter washes over me, dark and gritty, setting every erogenous zone I possess on fire. “Strawberry, huh?” he muses, his voice dripping with desire. “Do you taste like strawberries, kitten?” he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and seductive. “Oh, I bet you fucking do.
“I can see how badly you want to submit to me right now in your fucking eyes. Give me your tongue.” I lick my lips, moistening them, and then I yield to his commanding desire, pushing my tongue back into his mouth, into him. He draws my tongue into his mouth, nibbling gently on its tip before finally releasing me. “Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” he rumbles, his lips trailing down to my neck before he pushes my head toward the window.
My body feels like it’s engulfed in flames, as if he doesn’t quench this fire, I’ll spontaneously combust. Tremors ripple through me, coursing through my limbs until all I can do is grip the seat beneath me and cling to it for dear life.
“That’s it, kitten, hold on,” he encourages, his voice low and filled with promises. “Hold on, because I’m going to make you come so goddamn hard that you won’t know how to come without my voice.” His growl against my neck sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. His lips latch onto my skin, sucking until my hips roll and my mind blanks. I’m aware that there will be a mark tomorrow, but I can’t find it in me to care, not when I yearn for so much more and when I crave everything he has to offer.
“Desmond,” I whisper, his name both a plea and a curse.
The rumble of desire that escapes him reverberates through me, making my resolve waver. “Take your sweater off,” he instructs, his hands leaving my neck to explore my body. His lips press against my ear as I give him better access to my curves by ripping my coat and sweater off as fast as I can. “Do you know why I asked for your tongue?”
“No,” I whisper, my desire barely contained.
“It’s the simplest form of submission. You give me your tongue, and I know…” He moans sensually against my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine and causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. “I fucking know you’re ready to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do.”
I’m teetering on the edge of climax just from his words alone.
Desmond pulls away, his eyes roving over my body splayed on the car seat before him. “I can’t wait to have you tied to my bed, spread out, with your pussy dripping just from me watching you.” His hand glides over my lace bra, and his fingertips, smooth and without calluses, easily find my nipple, making my body shudder at the slightest contact. It’s enough to make me pant, to make my legs squeeze together in anticipation.
“So responsive,” he murmurs approvingly. “Roll your pants down. I want to know just how wet you are.”
Perhaps I’m a fool, or perhaps I’m just so lost in him that I’m beyond denying him anything. My fingers work the button of my pants, rolling them down along with my panties, exposing my needy flesh.
“Stop,” he commands firmly. “Not past your knees. Spread your legs as far as they’ll go. Right there.” His moan of approval vibrates through me. “Right fucking there,” he repeats. His eyes roll over my skin, his pupils blown with lust as he licks his lips.
I can feel my pussy glistening with wetness, the moisture trickling down and leaving a slick trail that would typically make me self-conscious, but not with Desmond. No, he looks at me as if that’s precisely what he wants.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I roll my head to face him, my body aching for him. “I’m going to take a picture and send it to both you and Lyric. Is that all right, kitten?” He gently cradles my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.
Do I want a picture of me like this out there for them?Yes.
I nod, a curt bob of my head, and Desmond’s grip on my chin tightens, bruising and possessive.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely more than a breath.
