Page 93 of Double Apex

She’s already peeling her clothes off before I’ve finished the word. She strips, then climbs back onto my lap and twists the buttons of my shirt apart. I’m wrestling with my jeans to free myself and arch up to push them out of the way, lifting her in the process.

“Nice core strength,” she jokes, clinging to my shoulders.

When I set her down, she reaches between her legs and her chilled hand wraps around my cock. I gasp with both the pleasure and cold. Her icy touch is replaced by slick heat as she impales herself with a moan, then throws her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against me.

She goes still, panting shallowly, one fist tangled in my hair. Her delicious little cunt is a hot vise, and I slide my arms around her and hold her tight, burying my face in the curve of her neck, savoring her scent.

My hands weave into her hair, tipping her head so our eyes meet. “We aren’t leaving this car,” I tell her.

“That”—she bites my shoulder—“is a brilliant but impractical plan, as someone once told me.”

I drag my fingertips along the warm valley of her spine, and a shiver goes through her. She tightens on me, and I groan.

“There’s enough food in that basket for days.” I slide myhands under her ass and begin to guide her up and down, staring into her eyes as we roll against each other in hot waves. “And it will take me at least that long to fuck you every way I want.”

When I dip to lick one of her nipples, she pushes against my mouth, raising her arms over her head and bracing her hands on the car’s ceiling. I suck and flick until her soft whimpers are rhythmic with our movement.

The sweet juice of her pools around my cock, and her head is tipped at an angle, lashes swept closed, lost in arousal. Everything about this woman is irresistible. I never want to stop looking at her.

Reaching for me, nearing her peak, she goes quiet in the way I recall well—a lull so intense that to me it’s a symphony.

“Are you going to come for me, gorgeous girl?”

Her hands tense, the right fisting my hair while the left digs into my bicep.

I drop a hand between us and massage her clit. She bucks against my hand, her muscles seizing me inside as a gasp escapes her.

“Uita-te la ochii mei,” I say, directing her to look at me.

She shakes her head, brow furrowing in resistance. I pinch her clit between my fingers and she cries out, then shivers.

“Eyes on me if you want to come. Or should I keep you at the edge while you tremble and beg?” Her lips are parted and I grasp her chin, putting my thumb against her lower lip. “Shall I stop? How much do you need it?”

She takes my thumb into her mouth, stroking it with hertongue, reminding me exactly how good she is with my cock. Her eyes open, locking on mine, and I smile.

“You’re enticing me, hm? Making promises with your hot, wet mouth like the shameless girl you are?” I pull my thumb from her lips. “Two can play at that game.” I rub her clit upward, feathering against her favorite spot. “I could hold you down and taste this sweet fruit until you sob for release.”

I pinch her clit again and the hand she now has at the back of my head all but tears my hair. I give one side of her plump ass a smack and push down on her thighs, freezing her in place, my gaze riveted on hers.

“My God, how I’ve wanted you always. Since the first moment we met.” My hands splay, and I move both thumbs to tease her where she’s stretched wide around me. “I cannot give you up, draga mea. You say it doesn’t leave this car, but you’re everywhere with me already—in my head, in my heart, in my fucking soul.”

Her thighs tense as she tries to rock against me and find her climax. With a cruel grin I shake my head. I stroke down her arms, move them behind her back, and manacle her wrists with one hand, then tuck my other between us again, gently teasing her swollen flesh.

“The price?” I taunt. “Your mouth on mine when you come. Don’t think it’s escaped my notice that you haven’t kissed me.”

“No.” Her reply is so quiet over the drumming of the rain that I only see the shape of it.

I squeeze her wrists, and she sucks in a gasp through clenched teeth.

“I know your games—how you hold back, how you hide.” My voice is dark, and I realize that as intensely as I love her in this moment, there’s anger too. Anger for everything she can’t give and at myself for wanting her to give it anyway.

Her nostrils flare and her eyes glitter. “No kissing.”

My temper breaks, and I hate myself as I throw the words at her. “Is it because you don’t want to, or because youdo? Not brave enough?”

Her look is murder. “Fuck you, Ardelean!”

She rips her wrists from my grasp and starts to climb off my lap, and I wrap her in my arms. After one half-hearted shrug of resistance, she softens.

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