Page 37 of Psychotic Obsession
He leans down and circles his fingers on my wrist, pulling me out of the car and into his arms. With a heart that needs to restart and heat creeping up my spine, I gasp as Tobias presses his body against my own, pinning me to the car as his lips crash against mine.
I push one of my hands into his hair, grasping a fistful and tugging his head so it tilts to the side, kissing him harder. He grips my hips, slowly edging his fingers to the front of my dress so he can press his palm between my legs.
I whimper against his mouth as a wave of pleasure hits me, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue past my parted lips, kissing me deeper. With our mouths slanting, we find a steady rhythm of his hand pressing against me and my hips rolling against his hand.
"Thiswasn't the plan," he says against my mouth, both of us breathless, my lips tingling. I instantly miss the contact as he removes his hand and steps away from me. I frown at him, watching my assistant cross his arms, the evidence of his arousal tight against his trousers.
I raise a brow. "What? You want me to finger myself right here?"
His silence is my answer. My eyes widen as he looks from side to side, making sure we're still alone. His eyes land back on my worried face, his smug look falling. "What's wrong?"
"It's just..." I stop, looking at the ground. Iwantto do this, I really do, but I'm nervous. "I..."
I'm terrified.
I look back up at him already in front of me again. He tilts my chin with his finger, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth before he trails his lips along my jawline, stopping when his hot breath is against my ear.
"I wouldn't have you do anything you're not comfortable with, Aria." He places a kiss against my heated skin, my eyes fluttering shut. "Let me help you feel relaxed. I’m new to this too.”
Knowing he hasn’t done any sort of public sexual activity does ease me somewhat. The fact the place is hardly lit save forthe car’s headlights and a flickering streetlamp a few feet away doesn’t hurt either.
He nips the skins below my ear, my head falling back to give him more access, and he sucks hard enough to leave a red mark before dragging wet kisses down my throat. I cry at the contact, swirls of butterflies in my stomach bring a flush of heat to my cheeks.
I'm pooling, already feeling uncomfortable between my legs with a dire need for touch. I nearly fall apart in his arms, pleading at the feeling of his mouth moving across my collarbone, his strained cock pressing against me.
"Tobias," I beg, the need for him increasing.
He pulls back and hooks his arms under my thighs, lifting me so I wrap around him, his lips on mine again as he walks us to the front of his car. The cold metal against my back makes me wince, but the heat from Tobias' body pressed against me has me drunk on my assistant, eagerly needing him to give me some sort of release.
As if he can hear my inner thoughts screaming at him to pleasure me, he leans on one of his hands and dips his other between my legs, making my mouth fall open as his fingers slide down my slit, my wetness making it easy for him to ease two fingers inside me, pressing his thumb against my clit. "Is this what you want, Doctor Miller?"
His pupils are taking over the ocean in his eyes, his raw lips parting.
I can't stop looking at him.
I feel his fingers wrapping around my throat, soft but firm. "Aria?"
"Yes," I hiss, my eyes screwing shut as he pumps his fingers faster, curling them, making my breasts move with the force of his thrusts. My heels catch the grill of the car, and I widen my legs for him, gripping his arm to try to control myself by diggingmy nails into his skin, electricity spreading through me as every nerve in my body is set on fire.
He releases my throat and moves back, standing with his fingers still thrusting into me. "Your turn," he pants, turned on. "Just follow my lead."
I don't pull away as he takes my hand, and I definitely don't refuse as he removes his fingers and replaces them with my own.
"What if someone sees us?"
He looks around. "It's just me and you." His voice lowers. “If anyone sees you, I’ll kill them.”
It’s an empty threat, but the low tone and the darkness in his gaze has me listening and believing him.
I've done this to myself plenty of times, but doing it while lying on top of a car, outside, with someone I've known for a few weeks, is completely new to me.
He notices I'm having an inner battle, barely thrusting my fingers, so he leans over me, moving them for me as his hand covers mine. "If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"
I nod in agreement as he presses his lips to my jaw.
He moves my two fingers away from my entrance and circles them over my clit, my eyes fluttering shut. The pressure he's using against my hand, mixed with his attentive kisses to my chest, urges me to move on my own.
Watching me slowly unravel from my own touch and his wet mouth, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and lowers his gaze to between my legs.
