Page 91 of Monsters Wear Crowns
When he finally pulled out, I sagged against him, boneless and dazed. And then he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. Slowly. Like he wanted me to watch every second.
“Goddamn, Rafe,” I breathed, cheeks flushed and pulse still erratic.
He kissed the shell of my ear, smirking. “Next time,” he said, taking his coffee back from my hand, “we’ll see how many shelves I can fuck you against before we get caught.”
“That did it,” I shook my head, euphoria buzzing through my head.
He shrugged like what he just did for me wasn’t a big deal. “You’re very welcome,” he laughed, snatching his iced coffee back. “Now, let’s buy you some books and get home.”
My heart swelled at his words.
Home.
As much as I wanted to feel Rafe fuck me when we returned home, I had another idea. He opened the car door for me like a proper gentleman, earning a few intrigued glances from three women walking by. I smiled, sliding into my seat. I couldn’t believe that he was mine.Jesus, this man was everything I needed.Average, boring men never seemed to do it. But Rafe…I was always fantasizing about him taking me and doing things like what he just did.
After shutting his door and putting his seatbelt on, he looked at me andwinked. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned over, putting my head on his shoulder, earning an amused chuckle. “I really want to thank you for what you did for me,” I whispered into his ear while my right hand slid down his muscular chest. He tensed beneath my touch, pulling out of the parking lot.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a smirk, his eyes watching the road.
I answered by unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants with one hand. His breath stuttered while I fisted his cock. “Well, well, you’re already hard for me,” I smiled, squeezing with an upward stroke.
He clenched his jaw. “Watching you come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been picturing what I was going to do to you when we got home.”
Heat flooded me again. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked innocently, tracing my fingers along his shaft.
“No,” he gritted out. “I’m still going to fuck you when we get back. I’ll just last longer, now.”
I grinned like a greedy cat. “I’d love that.”
Rafe merged onto the highway, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. My fingers wrapped around his cock again, slow strokes teasing over the thick length of him. He was so big my fingertips didn’t even meet, and the weight of him in my hand made my body ache with anticipation.
A low groan rumbled from his chest. “I love seeing your pretty hand around my cock.”
I smiled, watching the way his eyes flicked toward my French-tipped nails. “Me too,” I murmured, voice thick with heat. “But I know something you’ll love even more.”
Before he could respond, I leaned down and flicked my tongue across his tip. A strangled sound tore from his throat.
“Fuck, Dela,” he rasped, one hand flying to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
I took him deeper, letting his cock nudge the back of my throat as I sucked and swirled my tongue, never breaking rhythm. He cursed again, his grip tightening. The way his breathing stuttered, the way his muscles flexed like he was barely holding it together–it was everything. A perfect, primal kind of power.
And I was drunk on it.
I swallowed him down fully, throat clenching around him.
“Shit–oh, fuck,” he panted. “Keep doing that, baby. Don’t stop.”
So I didn’t. I alternated between deep, slow strokes and teasing flicks of my tongue over his tip, stroking what I couldn’t take. He reached over to crank the music–some dark, gritty rock track I’d heard him play before–then reclaimed my hair, fingers coiling with need.
“When you’re close,” I said, glancing up with a wicked grin. “Feel free to get a little aggressive.”
His head hit the seat with a thud. “You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
But soon enough, his grip tightened, guiding me with steady pressure, fucking my mouth while he drove. His breathing turned ragged, his jaw locked. I could feel every tremor in his thighs, every pulse of heat surging through him. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna crash if you don’t stop right now,” he laughed.
And then–he snapped.
A guttural moan tore from him as he came, cock pulsing against my tongue, spilling down my throat while I swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop.
