Page 29 of Bad At Love

Fuck, did the man have a direct line into her thoughts?

For a second, Chaaru searched the dark interior. The couple in the front seat were now whispering sweet nothings to each other. Not that she cared if they saw her writhing on his lap. The prospect of one of them turning and seeing the way she was splayed out over him sent a fresh shiver down her spine.

“The thought of them catching us turns you on, doesn’t it? I knew you were the hottest thing ever,” DP said. His lips pulled at her flesh and sucked. Hard enough to leave a mark on her skin, she hoped.

Another soft tap at her damp pussy. “You need me to take care of this, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then do as you’re told and pull down your dress.”

With shaking fingers, she undid the small hook at her neck and pulled the convenient flap down. Given her breasts weren’t that big and hadn’t yet lost the fight with gravity completely, she’d gone without a bra. Her light brown nipple puckered and peaked, proudly standing to attention.

DP rubbed his bristled cheek against it, and a gush of wetness spurted out of her. “Fuck,” he said, feeling it at the source, doing that fluttery thing with his fingers again.

Chaaru fidgeted, desperate for friction.

He smiled against her aureole, lapping the area around the peak with his tongue. "Not enough?"

Goosebumps spread across her flesh. “Not nearly enough.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“My nipples,” she said, floating high above the clouds. They were in a car with other people, and here she was, talking about what kind of stuff turned her on. With DP, of all men. How was this suddenly her fucking life? Why had they waited so long? “I love...”

“Yeah?”

“Stuff there.”

“You like gentle licks and puffs of air around these plump tips? You want me to treat them like you’re made of glass?”

“No, the opposite.” A long, shuddering breath left her lungs. God, he was playing with her, and she loved it. “I…like nipple play,” she said, dragging her mouth up the shell of his ear. Then she bit down on the lobe and his fingers jerked against her. “I enjoy sucking and nipping and biting and any kind of rough stuff.”

Face flaming, she ducked under his chin. He smelled like cigars and bergamot and some wild, decadent thing that she’d known she’d devour, given half the chance.

“Look up, Char.”

Her name on his lips while his fingers played with her folds was a promise. Their eyes held for an eternity, stitched out of harsh breaths. “I want to make your filthiest fantasies come true. You said you trust me, right?”

Trust was too tame a word for what she felt at that devouring look in his eyes. “I do.”

“Good. Now, am I going too fast for you?”

“Right now, I’d say you’re a little slow.”

He laughed then, and the woman’s head jerked, just a fraction. Chaaru couldn’t blame her for her curiosity. It was a hearty sound that came from his belly. Her long, fake flashes fluttered in profile. But she never fully turned around.

“Now,” DP said, cupping her pussy. “Bring your tit to my mouth. My hands are busy.”

Trembling from head to toe, Chaaru lifted her breast to his mouth and watched as he rubbed his dark upper lip against it. Over and over, leaving increasing wetness behind every time. Just when she thought she might jump out of her skin, he closed his lips over the peaked bud.

And suckled. Hard.

Jolts of white-hot heat zipped down to her pussy, consolidating into a wet pool. “God, DP.”

"Lift your hips." He whispered the words against her nipple and the knot in her belly pulled tauter, sharper.

A blast of air hit her now bare folds, her flimsy panties thrust aside. His clever fingers traced every contour and curve, as if he meant to learn the shape of her pussy by heart. She nudged her hips to follow his fingers, the loud music around them adding to the rush in her veins.

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