Page 43 of Pour Decisions
I cup the back of her neck and kiss her, not bothering to start slow or gentle. We’ve had our slow and gentle times, but right now I’m so hungry for her that I can’t wait. I need to make up for lost time before both of us realize that this might not be the best idea.
She melts into the side of my car, pulling me closer with one hand so I’m pressing against her. Her hips lightly swirl. Just that light touch makes me hard for her, right out here where someone could possibly see us. I don’t even care right now.
“This fucking dress. Your perfume,” I say, kissing my way down the side of her neck. “God, kitten, you’re going to kill me.”
“If I kill you, you won’t be able to get on your knees for me,” she says, her hand running over the bulge in my pants. “And that wouldn’t be fun.”
I nearly drop to my knees for her right on the gravel. If cars weren’t going by, I’d do it. I’d bury my face between her thighs and finally quench the thirst that’s been eating away at me for ages.
But instead, I drag her around to the other side of the car, shielding us from view. She gives me a wild-eyed, confused look that I smother with a kiss. I forgot how perfect we fit together, her curves soft.
“JD…?” Kat’s voice holds a question as I press her to the other side of my car, nipping her neck.
“What?” I slide my hand up her leg, under the short hem of her dress. “I can’t get on my knees in this parking lot, but I can get a lot done with my fingers.”
She sucks in a breath and parts her legs just enough for me to slip a hand between them. Her panties are plain cotton, not even a little bow on them from what I can feel. I slip a finger underneath and find her soaked already. As natural as taking a walk, I slide two inside her and move them just the way she likes.
I have to clap my other hand over her mouth before she cries out—being quiet was never either of our strong suits. We’re playing with fire, and I’m way too hazy with lust to give a shit.
She arches her back as I fuck her harder with my fingers the way she likes. The first time she told me how she liked it, I worried that I’d hurt her, but no. She might be soft and sweet in other ways, but she likes everything behind closed doors rough and heavy.
“Gonna…” she mumbles behind my hand, her fingers digging deep into my shirt and her legs shaking.
“Do it,” I say into her ear.
She falls apart hard, gasping against my hand. Tears stream down her face as she clenches around me, feverishly hot and wet. She manages not to make much noise, and the effort of holding back has her nearly crumpling on the ground once she comes down from her high.
Seeing her pleasure is just the beginning. I need to be deep inside her, skin to skin. And I don’t plan to let her out of my bed.
“Drive us home,” she says, breathless and trying to get her footing like a foal.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KATRINA
My legs feellike jelly even sitting down in the front passenger seat of his car.
I’d say I forgot how good JD is with his hands, but that’s a straight up lie. I think about how good he is with his hands regularly. No one else has even come close, even with my directions. It’s like the difference between the star player on the team and second best. Sometimes it’s just an intangible edge that the star player has.
I watch his hands as he starts to drive us home. The slightly wild look in his eyes still hasn’t faded, and neither has the thick, long ridge in his pants that’s making me slightly feral myself.
I’d lean over and take his cock into my mouth as he drove if I had a death wish. I always loved how I could make him go from perpetually stoic to a moaning mess with a few flicks of my tongue.
I’ll get to hear those again tonight.
I push any thoughts of what this actually means deep down out of my head and think about how I’m going to make him fall to pieces. We pull into the garage, and the moment he’s in park, he has his hands on me, pulling me in for a kiss. We’ve made out in his car countless times, but it was his old, beat up truck in thepast. His new, fancy SUV has a console in the middle that makes it hard for me to get to where I want.
“Inside,” he says, breaking apart from me breathlessly.
We get out of the car and rush to the door, my hands unable to stay off of him. I run them over his chest and down to his crotch as he fumbles with his keys, finally opening the door.
Bubba, completely unaware of what’s happening, does an excited dance and barks when he sees us.
“Bubba, hold on,” JD says, tossing his keys into the bowl next to the door. Bubba whines, going between the two of us. “I know, but we’re busy right now doing human stuff.”
Still, Bubba whines some more until JD gives in and pets him.
