Page 53 of Sweet Chaos
I ran my tongue over the slit, catching the last drop before I released him and sat back on my heels, licking my lips. He glanced over at me before he returned his attention to the road and tucked himself back in his jeans, zipping them up but leaving the button undone.
“Not bad for someone who doesn’t give blowjobs.”
“Not bad?” I asked, brows raised in indignation.
“Pretty fucking amazing.” I smirked. “Take off your jeans.”
“Why?” I looked out the windshield and confirmed that we were still on the freeway.
“Just do it.”
I hesitated a moment then sat the right way around in my seat and undid my jeans, convinced that if he asked me to jump off the Golden Gate, I’d do it. I kicked off my black Vans and lifted my butt off the seat to push them down. Wriggling out of my jeans, I tossed them on the floor, leaving me in pale pink cotton boy shorts. I was wearing a black lacy bra under my off-the-shoulder black sweater.
“Touch yourself.”
“Touch myself?” I asked stupidly.
“Mmm hmm.”
I’d never done anything like this before. Not in front of someone. But the ache between my thighs was so delicious it was almost painful, and the thought of making myself come while he watched excited me. So I fastened my seatbelt, planted my bare feet on the dash and slouched down in my seat, slipping my hand inside my panties. I was already so wet, my clit so swollen and throbbing, it wouldn’t take much at all to make myself come.
“Fuck your fingers,” he said.
I slipped two fingers inside and slid them in and out, my breath coming out in little pants, my thumb rubbing the tight bundle of nerves.
“That’s it. Slower. Yes, just like that,” he rasped. His hand moved on top of mine and increased the pressure of my own, forcing me to go in deeper. “Let me see you come undone.”
My thighs quivered and my walls contracted around my fingers, my vision blurring as the orgasm crashed over me like a wave, building in intensity until it rocked my body. I collapsed against my seat, my feet hitting the floor and slowly I returned to the here and now. My cheeks heated when the realization that I’d just masturbated in front of Dylan sunk in. He, however, had no qualms whatsoever.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me taste you.”
I guided my fingers to his mouth and his lips wrapped around them, sucking on my fingers like they were his favorite treat.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he yanked me toward him, crushing his mouth to mine and shoving his tongue inside. The taste of me mingled with the taste of him as our tongues tangled and danced with no rhythm and the clashing of teeth. My seatbelt flew back in the holder with the flick of his hand and he dragged me into his lap, the steering wheel digging into my backside, my fingernails scraping his skull. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. It was hungry and primal and urgent and I could feel him growing hard again, his erection pressing against my thigh.
When he pulled away, I was panting for more, giddy and half delirious, ready to promise him anything he asked. His hooded eyes roamed my face, and his lips tilted up on one side in that sexy, half-smile, like he’d read my mind.
Coming to my senses, I glanced out the window. We were parked in his driveway and I hadn’t even noticed. This was happening. I was under no illusions. Tonight we were going to cross the line. Obliterate it.
“You want me to drive you home?” he asked, giving me a chance to back out as his lips brushed the side of my neck and his calloused palm slid under my sweater, making it impossible to think straight.
I didn’t even hesitate, not for a single second. “No.”
“Thank fuck. Because tonight I’m going to ruin you for every other guy.”
That sounded like a promise.
“You’re gonna get dirty for me, Starlet,” he said, his voice husky. It was a statement, not a question.
Lord help me. I was hell-bound and about to become the dirtiest girl in town. There was no doubt in my mind that he would ruin me, and I had nobody to blame except myself. I was going to be an active participant in my own demise.
19
Dylan
We were barely through the door when I grabbed her waist and pushed her up against the closed door. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, pinning them to the wood. Pressed up against her, I dragged my tongue down the shell of her ear, down her neck, and alternated between sucking and biting. She was squirming, trying to get closer to my cock, but I wasn’t giving in so easy.
I needed her craving me, wanting me more than she’d ever wanted anything. I needed herbegging. Preferably on her knees, hands folded in prayer. I released her arms and lifted her sweater over her head. Her breasts spilled out over the cups of her black lacy bra and I needed to taste them.
