Page 61 of Falling for Red
I take another deep inhale, letting the pleasure rise, my lashes fluttering shut as I surrender to the moment.
“Look at me.”
A slow smirk spreads across my lips, but I keep my eyes closed, intentionally disobeying him.
“Fucking look at me.”
The car jerks slightly as he unclips my seatbelt. My lids flutter open, confusion flickering across my face—before I gasp.
Jake grabs me, pulling me closer across the bench seat. His hand dives between my legs and tugs the vibrator out. It’s quickly replaced by two fingers.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he fingers me. “So much for seat belts for safety.” I gasp, and he slides his fingers out. “No! Be reckless.”
“Buckle up,” he commands, putting his hand back on the shifter and staring out at the road. I pout, whimpering, wanting his fingers back inside of me. “Seatbelt.” I obey, still pouting. “Now make yourself come.”
These commanding phrases shouldn’t make me smile like a fucking schoolgirl, but they do. I bite my tongue and speed up the circles on my clit.
“Good girl.”
Staring at him, I can’t believe the whirlwind we’ve had, and I don’t want it to stop. I whimper, on the edge as he turns off the main road onto my side street. He flicks his eyes at me, and I’m right there.
Pulling into my driveway, he shuts off the car and leans over, diving his lips into my neck. “Come for me,” he breathes into my skin, and I release, shaking as I do. “We’re getting to eight this time,” he grumbles, holding my gaze, then leans down farther to pick up the toy from the floor.
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When she shuts her door, I flick the lock and reach for her hips, pushing her toward the kitchen sink. My lips crash into hers as we make our way there. Dropping the toy in the sink, I consider how we have two hours to play. Plenty of time.
One down, seven to go.
“Get naked. The next two hours are mine.”
“Yours?”
“Mine.”
She grabs for the hem of her dress and glides it off.
“Your skin is beautiful, Casper.” I tease, placing small kiss after small kiss on her pale chest. She giggles, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. I catch the strap and toss it across the room as my lips move up to her neck. I shove her down on the bed and grab for her underwear, tugging it off. I drop to my knees, pulling her to the end of the bed and into my face.
I’ve craved her all fucking day.
When my tongue lands on her, I moan. Could she be any more fucking wet for me? I lick and suck, not wanting to take my time. I need to be inside her after this orgasm. I flick my eyes up and find hers already staring down at me.
She’s perfect for me.
I press harder with my tongue and slide two fingers deep. She cries out, and I reach for her hand, interlacing our fingers. She squeezes mine tight. Her hips rock on my face, and I keep at it, needing to feel her shatter.
“You’re so good at this,” she pants.
I tap my tongue on her clit in a fast rhythm, and she bites her lip while her body starts to tremble. I go back to making firm circles.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I pound my fingers harder until her whole body shutters. Feeling the pulses of her orgasm, I keep my tongue on her, flicking ever so slowly as my fingers stay inside. After savoring her release, I move my lips to her thighs before kissing her body.
“What do you think about three?” I ask, checking in.
“Yes, please.”
