Page 47 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“And the one after that?”
My head lolls against the headrest as I look at him. “That’s ambitious.”
His jaw tenses before he grins at me. “I guess we’ll find out.”
I can tell by the way he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel, by the bulge in his sweatpants, that he’s turned on seeing me touch myself, and it’s giving me the biggest ego boost. Here’s this sexy TV star that millions of people are in love with...and he’s into me.
He pulls the car to the side of the road and turns off the engine.
“What are you...”
He unbuckles his seat belt and twists to face me, moving so he’s just inches from me. “Show me,” he growls. “Show me how you like it, Harper. I wanna see.” Even in the darkness I can make out the generous angle at the front of his sweatpants. Seeing how turned on he is makes me even hotter. I lift my hips and yank my yoga pants down to my knees, then I slide my greedy hand back inside my underwear. I swirl my fingers as fast I as I can, limbs shaking, body aching. I’ve never done this before, touched myself in front of another person, and I’m blown away at how hot it gets me.
It’s not long before I’m thrashing against the seat, yelping and screaming as pleasure pulses through me.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby,” he groans, his face next to mine, close enough to kiss me.
The gritty rasp of his voice has me shuddering while I ride the final wave of my orgasm. He shoves his seat back as far as it will go, lowers it down, then reaches over and pulls me onto his lap as I come down. I brace my hands on his chest.
He huffs out a hot breath, looking dazed. “Is this okay? Sorry, I guess I should have...”
I yank at his shirt and tug it off, tossing it aside. “More than okay. It’s fucking hot. I’ve wanted to be on top of you since...since...”
“Since we bumped into each other in the hallway and you grabbed my dick.” His chest rises with the ragged breath he takes.
I beam at him before leaning down and grabbing his face in my hands, and finally,finallyI kiss him.
I try to go the slow and teasing route, to draw this out as much as I can, but I break seconds into it. Just the soft, warm, wet feel of Lewis’s tongue drives me so wild that I turn sloppy. Soon I’m nipping at his divinely plump bottom lip.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long too,” he mumbles between kisses.
His hands glide up my back and under my top. I shiver. He drags his mouth along the hinge of my jaw and leaves a soft bite on my skin.
“Oh my god. Lewis.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you moan my name. I wanna hear you scream it, though.”
My head falls and I moan, savoring the feel of his mouth on the side of my neck. His hot breath ghosts across my skin, and I’m shaking. I need Lewis inside me right now. The prudent thing to do would be to get back on the road and drive to the house so we can ravage each other properly in bed, but I don’t have the patience for that. We’ve been skirting around our feelings for each other for weeks, and I can’t put it off a millisecond longer. And as I feel Lewis’s cock turn to steel underneath me, it’s clear he wants this just as bad as me.
“I have to have you, Lewis. I can’t wait.”
“Yes, baby. Take what you want from me. Right here, right now.”
I lean up, propping my knees against the center console and the driver’s side door so that I can yank his sweatpants down to his knees. My mouth waters at the sight of him, huge and hard, just for me. I’m stuttering as he pulls my panties down my legs with impressive smoothness and speed before ripping off my top.
“Wait.”
“Condom.”
I chuckle at how even in our massively turned-on states, we’ve both got safety on the mind. Lewis grabs his wallet from the center console, pulls out a condom, tears it open, and sheaths himself. With his hands on my hips, he gently lowers me down.
My jaw plummets to the floor, and my head falls back. “Holy...fucking...shit...”
He groans underneath me. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
“You’re so big. Oh my god, you feel so good.”
“Careful, you’re gonna give me a big head—FUCK!”
