Page 42 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
I lick my lips as we pull apart, grinning like a man who knows what happiness is as I wrap my hand around hers and start walking again.
“Darren thinks you’ll make a beautiful drag queen, by the way,” she says after we get back to my car and I’ve opened the door for her.
“High praise, I’m sure.”
“It is.” She giggles. “And if you ever wanna be transformed, I already have the perfect stage name for you.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Dianne Gerrus. If you say it fast, it sounds like dangerous.”
“Why dangerous?” I laugh.
“Because you’re dangerously hot.”
My chest fills with an energy I don’t quite understand, but I know it’s because of her. It’s like she makes me nervous, excited and powerful all at the same time. “You’re the dangerously hot one here, Ruby. And if we stand around any longer, I’m gonna have to take you on the newly fixed hood of my car.”
She smirks. “You still haven’t cashed the check for that, by the way.”
I lean in and give her a peck on the mouth. “And I never will. Now, get in the car so I can give you a fucking tour of my apartment.”
“A fucking tour?”
I give her a wink. “You’ll see.”
Eighteen
Ruby
Inhaling deeply as I press tiny kisses and nibbles against Tanner’s neck in the elevator, I catch the scent of his woodsy cologne, mixed with that manliness of his that has me wanting to hit the stop button and get to business here and now. Waiting until we get to his apartment seems like wasted time when there’s already been so much of that between the moment we met and now.
“Ready for your fucking tour?” he asks when the door chimes open.
“I like the way you keep emphasizing the word ‘fucking’,” I say as we step out into the hallway.
He cages me against his front door as he fishes for his keys to let us in. “That’s because I plan to fuck you in every single room, on every single surface, to show you around.”
My entire body shudders at the thought. “Oh, god, Tanner. Hurry up and open the door.Please.”
He grins then crashes his mouth to mine, spinning us inside his apartment the moment the door is unlocked. “This is my foyer,” he growls as he slams me against the wall, his hands pulling at the straps of my dress.
“It’s nice,” I pant, loving the way his mouth moves over my skin. His foyer could look like anything for all I care, I’m too busy pulling his shirt from his pants and getting those buttons undone so I can get to the body underneath. I’ve been pressed against it often enough to know how rock hard it is, and ever since that night of the client dinner, I’ve been dying to feast my eyes on his taut muscular frame. And this time, my tongue doesn’t have towishit could lick him. It actually can.
Sliding my hands over his chest, I plant my palms against his pecs and shove him back with all the strength I have, sending him landing against the opposite wall where I’m quick to tear his shirt open, the buttons pinging around the tiles and walls.
“You want this rough?” Tanner’s chest heaves as I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, taking a moment to eye-fuck his body before I lean in and press my lips to his chest.
“I want this all kinds of ways,” I whisper, sucking and licking at the curve between his pecs, then the ridge that runs down the center of his abs, stopping at his belly button. I cup his hard cock in my hand, releasing a moan when it jolts against me through his pants. “I want it slow, fast, hard, gentle.” I run my tongue around his belly button, leading to the V at his hips that peeks above the waist of his pants. “You can do anything you want with me.” I drop to my knees and lift my eyes to meet his. “I have exactly the same plans for you.”
He moans, letting his head drop against the wall as I undo his belt, then unbutton his pants, working his fly open before reaching inside his boxers andholy mother of god!I gasp at the size of his cock, my mouth watering when it springs free, all smooth, tight skin with a thick vein and glistening tip. Unable to hold back for even a second, I lick the head with the flat of my tongue and he hisses. “Fuck me.”
My hands wrap around his base before I draw him into my mouth, swallowing him back with a greed I never knew I possessed, but know I can’t contain. I’ve thought about doing this to him so many times that I’m currently working him like a porn star whose specialtyisblowjobs. I’m impressed withmyselfhere.
I’m also turned on. Soveryturned on.
I slide my free hand between my thighs, rubbing myself through my soaked panties as my mouth moves back and forth. I hum my pleasure.
“My god.Fuck.” The muscles in his neck strain, and his hands move into my hair. Despite being on my knees, it gives me a sense of power, seeing a man like Tanner coming undone, hissing through his teeth and trying desperately to hold on. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth, baby.” His hands tighten, pulling my hair against my scalp as the salty flavor on my tongue increases.He’s close.
