Page 18 of Veiled in Brick

“Noted—you want one?”

“Mhm.”

James’ mouth brushed mine again, just once, and he set the flowers by his feet, making his way back to his vehicle. I watched him as he walked, observing the way his glutes moved beneath his charcoal jeans, and followed him silently. I tiptoed as quietly as I could, James seemingly unaware of my presence as he opened the rear passenger door. He reached inside, stretching his way to the opposite side of the back seat. Blessed with the opportunity presented to me, I felt a grin stretch across my face as I approached him from behind and gently placed my hands beneath his jacket and onto his waist.

“Ah!” he yelped loudly, wriggling away from my touch as he snickered in a high-pitched voice, “Zoey, stop!”

James fell onto the seats and as I crawled behind to follow him, he wriggled to flip himself over. I straddled him, and he placed a hand on either of my hips to steady me.

I chuckled, “Hi. Did I scare you?”

“I’m, er—ticklish,” he replied quickly. “You grabbed my ribs.” I went to move my hands and place them on his abdomen, but his grip flashed up to stop me. He held both of my wrists, cocking an eyebrow high as he asked, “You’re not very good at following instructions, are you?”

“You don’t like a girl’s hands on you, Jay?” I simpered.

He lifted my hands to his mouth, pulling me to lie flush on top of him, and he kissed at the pulse points just beyond the sleeve of my jacket.

“I do, but only in the permitted areas,” he admitted with a coy grin.

I pouted. “And what happens if I want more than the permitted areas of you?”

“That depends—do you want the forbidden zones?”

I leaned in to him to kiss him softly with an open mouth. Our tongues touched, and the grasp that he had on my wrists withered away to nothing as he moved to cradle each side of my face.

He spoke against my lips in between kisses, “Why is the back seat of my car quickly becoming my favorite spot?”

“Cozy interior,” I cooed. “Ambient lighting. Memories of you buried inside of me. Several reasons.”

His crooked grin widened, and he pulled me to him once more. Our kiss quickened and I ground myself into him, his erection apparent and pressing into me through both of our jeans. James moaned, placing his hands on my hips once more, and guided me forward and back as we remained connected at the mouth. The most sensitive part of me rubbed against him, and I let out a breathy sigh.

He told me in an exhale, “Close the door.”

I obliged immediately, twisting around to slam the door shut, and when I turned back, James was sitting upright, watching my motions with darkened eyes and an eager anticipation. Seeing the material of his pants tented upwards, I slinked down, ran my hands along the denim of his thighs, and asked:

“Is this a permitted area?”

“Very much so,” he murmured.

I palmed him through his jeans, he grunted with what sounded like appreciation, and I traced up to his belt buckle. It clinked as I moved it aside, and James lifted his hips to assist me as I pulled the waistband down to his knees. I drank in the sight of him, eyeing the colorful tattoos on his upper thighs. My gaze was brought upward quickly to what sat at rapt attention before me, rigid and waiting. I prayed that the saliva that pooled in my mouth wouldn’t escape and run down my chin, lowered myself to kiss at each of the tattoos, licking the watercolor splatters as if I could taste them, and then I trailed my tongue to his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” he gritted out as I took him in my mouth and sucked. I moved up and down, humming against him when he laced his hand under the beanie he had given me and into my hair. He gripped the back of my scalp by the roots, and my eyes flashed up to him as he pushed me down. The picture of a hungry man, he watched me as my lips touched the base of him and he dragged me back up. I continued like that, bobbing on him with his guidance until his legs began to flex and he ushered me up to his mouth with a tug of my hair. He kissed me roughly and demanded, “Take off your pants.”

I did as he asked in the blink of an eye, only faltering when I had to yank at my boots, and when I was bare from the waist down, I climbed onto his lap. I lowered myself onto him, the exquisite stretch making me whimper a quiet:

“Oh, fuck.”

I rocked on him, and he caught me by the mouth once more. Our tongues tangled as I moved and he unzipped my jacket, pushing it off of my shoulders and onto the floor. My shirt was off. My bra was removed. And suddenly, I was very naked and he…was not.

I whimpered against him as he began to kiss my chest and whined, “Jay.”

He recognized my call of his name as discontent and looked at me with hooded eyes.

“Hmm?”

Instead of replying verbally, I yanked at his coat. James understood the message and shrugged it away quickly, subsequently pulling his shirt over his head, and he was back to my breasts in an instant. I sighed as he licked me, taking in the sight of his bare upper half while I rode him. His chest was a stark white compared to the dark swirls of ink that covered his arms up to his shoulders, and I itched to drag my nails down the ivory musculature.

I took a fistful of his hair and tugged, pulling him away from my nipples, and I placed both of my hands on his pectorals. He watched me as I flexed my fingers into his skin, and when I scratched down to his ribs, he groaned.

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