Page 26 of Tracking Luxe

“You kidnapped me.” She accused in a voice void of sweetness.

Frogs in his throat. “Detained.”

“I should hate you.”

He cursed. “Make me pay, love.”

“I shouldn’t think you’re fucking handsome,sí?”

“You do?”

“Dios,sí.” She went into rapid Spanish he thought was so fucking hot he just wanted his dirty hands all over her giving her what she wanted, his cock inside her plowing her into madness and screams. “Feels so good, oh god, you feel amazing, so thick and perfect.”

Somewhere in the logical recess of his brain, that place full of fucking cobwebs, that he didn’t use, he knew she was tipsy, he’d watched her throwing back drinks like soda, just happy she was sitting with him, but she’d regret this tomorrow, he couldn’t drag enough energy to care when he was so goddamn hard and throbbing for her to keep going, to keep on rubbing her sweet covered pussy on his crotch like he was a bucking bronco and she was going for her eight seconds record.

“You’re so big and hard. I can feel you everywhere. I didn’t know you’d feel this good.” Her praise was ego boosting, and he loved it, loved hearing her talk about his body like she wanted to own it. His fingers clutched tight enough to leave bruises and that very same ego swelled right along with the big, hungry dick she was dry humping.

He swore around his pleasure, the curses swallowed up by the bar traffic. Just as well they were in public, in private he would have had her stripped naked already and licking her into sobbing his name. How the fuck were people going about their evening when he was a sweating, tortured mess just feet away from them?

“Luxe. Oh, fuck. Let me take you home,” Hands roamed his body, lifted the hem of his shirt and teased his abs. Grinder choked on his own eagerness. “Baby. Fuck.”

“Hard all over, aren’t you? Jesus, so many bumps.” Her voice was syrup. Thick fucking lust filled syrup dripping all over him. “I just want to lay you down and fuck you all night long, I bet you’d make it feel really good, wouldn’t you?”

He choked on his own spit. “I’d work damn hard to make it good.”

She made him pant like he was a thoroughbred in a race. It turned him on more that she didn’t seem to care how he reacted, or they were in a crowded bar as she rode his lap. “Press your hips harder, love, go at me like you’re trying to get at my cock through the denim, I’ll sit here and take it.”

She groaned into his ear, fingers clasped his hair tighter. “I am.Dios, I am. You make my pussy ache. I want to fuck.”

Oh shit. She might as well have called checkmate on his ass. “I’m beginning to think you’re a sexy little show-off.” He bit her shoulder. Her eyes fired for a second, everything between them stalled. Her forehead met his and she moved...slowly. So, goddamn slowly. Pumping.Pumping.

Grinder had no problem showing his appreciation for a beautiful woman, even a dirty rotten thief who didn’t deserve to know how badly affected he was just by her sweet scent., but she had him turned inside out, he couldn’t fucking think. The groan coming out of him was raw. He dipped his head down to draw his nose along the length of her cheek. “You smell good. Do you smell this good all over, Luxe?”

It was a one-two punch of arousal causing him to quit breathing and take his mouth to hers, panting against her lips. “Let me take care of that for you. I can, Luxe. I will. Until you don’t ache anymore, until you’re so wet with satisfaction you’ll forgive me.”

“I won’teverforgive you, Nathan.” Her words slurred into one running amalgamation. “You took my freedom away from me, you don’t know but it’s something I value more than anything.” Breathy pants, she licked his bottom lip, nipping it hard with her teeth. She continued to rock and send him insane to fuck her, to just lay her down on the bench and get into her any way he could, fuck them being in a bar full of people, she had a need he wanted to take care of like her very own butler.

His heart constricted tighter than a boa.

He’d fucking screwed up, hadn’t he? One hasty decision and he wasn’t getting it back.

Knowing it already, what he’d done was unforgivable.

Fuck. It hurt.

“Then let me take care of you any way. I’ll slide my hand into your little panties and push inside your so-tight pussy, spread you open and finger-fuck you as thick and deep as you need, take all your hate out on me,” he offered. “When was the last time you were properly fucked, love?” she dragged in a breath, her eyes wild and just a little unfocused, hazy with lust.“Neveris the answer,” He growled from his throat. “Because you haven’t been fucked by me,yet.”

Just desperate enough to accept anything to take away the taste of her in his mouth once and for all. To want a woman this bad for a year was enough of a tease in itself, to have her straddled on his lap pumping her sweet pussy on his crotch was agony.

She had to let him. She just had to.

Maybe he’d die and take care of the problem. He’d heard of sad bastards dying of coronary due to sex. He was thirty-four, and healthy as a horse, he worked out four times a week, more if he could and he didn’t do hard drugs, only a bit of weed to relax. He was anything but relaxed, his veins were strained to the maximum propelling the blood down to his dick. Was he in the right age band for a heart attack?

His death certificate would have her name for cause of death.

On and on, she rubbed herself, and made sexy little sounds up against his lips, kissing yet not kissing, he molded both hands on her ass, helped her out.

"You little fucking tease," the groan, on a garbled laugh by her ear, was dragged out of him, harder than he'd ever been in his long life, he was in danger of having his cock snap in half if he didn't free himself from the confines of the tight denim. Her mouth quirked at the edges with satisfaction and he had a need to lick her right there. "Do you enjoy being a little cock tease, love? To know I’d drop all my pride to do this, if there was a slither of hope I could fix what I did. Do you know how badly I’d have to want you to do that, Luxe, do you?"

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