Page 3 of Phobia
“Oh,” she crooned, dropping her legs to the car floor, and inclining back in her seat. “No need to shout, husband.” My chest puffed. I fucking loved when she called me that. She waved a hand at me with a flourish. “Access granted.”
I jerked the driver’s door open as soon as the lock disengaged, her high-pitched squeal eating up the transient silence as the song changed and "A Match Into Water" by Pierce the Veil played from the auxiliary cable hooked to her iPod. Recognizing the gravity of her screw up, the hand not holding the lollipop shot for the seatbelt release, trying to buy her freedom. But she would never escape me.
Not in this lifetime or the next one.
Ever.
I trapped her against the seat, caging her body with mine when I crossed the middle console. Lowering my face to hers, her sugary exhales fanned my lips with warmth. “And where do you think you’re going, hm?” I questioned, brushing my nose against hers.
Katrina’s soft whimper made my cock throb for her attention.
She attempted to close the distance with her lips, but I jerked my head back, keeping her body fixed in place. Her brows crushed together, her lids growing heavy. “Kiss me,” she demanded, breathless.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now,” she mocked, running her upper teeth along her bottom lip, her throat bobbing with a swallow. I reached for the hand holding her lollipop, guiding it to my mouth. The artificial flavor of watermelon danced on my tastebuds, my eyes holding hers as I swirled my tongue along it. Her intakes hitched, her thighs finding each other under me, clenching.
“Please,” she whispered, the vowels in the word twisting into a desperate beg.
Releasing the lollipop, I wet my lips, never breaking eye contact. “Please, what?” I rasped, touching my cold nose to her warmer one, circling the thin hoop of her septum piercing. Her lips parted, her pupils dilating just a little under my appraisal. As the silence stretched between us, she rubbed her lips together with anticipation and I spotted the fight in her limbs dissipating, her neck arching with surrender.
She wasn’t just interested in kissing me anymore. “Please touch me,” she said, confirming my suspicions.
“Where?” I questioned, dropping my head to the sensitive spot under her ear, her rose garden perfume wafting into my nose. At her silence, I fitted my lips against her pulse. “Here?” Goosebumps bloomed across her skin, her shiver quaking her slender frame.
“Or…?” I continued my descent down her exposed collarbone, my teeth sliding along the protruding bone. Her heartbeat pounded, reverberating against my mouth as I teased the sweetheart neckline of her dress with the tip of my nose. Sandwiching the neckline of the dress between my teeth, I peeled it over the curve of her left tit, her stiff pierced nipple puckered in offering for me. Opening my mouth wide, I vacuumed the swell into my mouth, my teeth brandishing the soft skin, my tongue laving at the hardened point and barbell.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her impatient hips levitating off the seat.
Grinning against her tit, I released it from the torturous confines of my mouth. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked, my voice husky. “You’d like nothing more than for me to fuck you with the threat of getting caught, right?”
It wouldn’t be the first time and I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit it was one of my kinks of choice, too. I loved taking her anywhere the chance of us being caught existed. I loved showing her off to the world, so they knew who she belonged to.
Katrina’s breaths quickened, her grip on the lollipop almost going completely slack. An idea came to mind, and I guided the lollipop to my mouth again, freeing her of the responsibility.
“Spread your legs,” I urged around the candy, hiking the material of her dress up higher. She shifted in her seat, her legs parting, offering me a flash of her black bikini style underwear with the most deceptive bow detailing the front against a splash of white polka dots.
Innocent in a way she absolutely wasn’t.
I could smell the heady need wafting off her pussy. Bringing a cold, blunt finger to the damp spot of her panties, her sharp gasp twisted into a whimper as I teased her, trailing my finger from the pulsating heat of her swollen lips up to the sensitive nub of flesh.
“What are you going to do the next time I try to get to you?”
“Lock you out,” she confirmed, sounding every bit as fucking sultry as she looked.
“That’s right.” Just the way I wanted it. The hunt. “But it’s not going to matter, is it?” I probed, pressing my impossibly hard cock against her belly, rutting against her slowly. “‘Cause you can’t stay away from me.”
“And you can’t stay away from me.”
“That’s right, baby,” I growled out. “I can’t stay away from you. You can lock every single door you want. You can run and hide, but I’ll always find you because you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” she echoed, her legs straining wider, the muscles in her thighs flexing. The gesture tested the strength of her thin panties, the fabric settling between her engorged labia, swollen with need. I hooked a finger under the soaked material, tugging it to the right, her eyes rolling up to the cabin of her Jeep.
“Eyes on me,” I reminded.
Short of me taking her from behind, or me pining her head to the mattress, I always wanted the heat of her eyes locked on mine, to feel the magnitude of our connection because we were fucking transcendental.
I extended my tongue, swiping it along the lollipop on both sides until it shimmered. Katrina’s eyes distended, and I watched her fight the urge to track the lollipop as I lowered it between us, finding her clit.
