Page 186 of Things We Hide from the Light
“It’s your fault,” she hissed. “You in that damn good guy suit. With your damn first date and your damn ‘I saw these and thought of you’ earrings.”
She was rocking subtly against the thrusts of my hand, her thighs straining to stay open. My fingers were coated in her wet. I added just a little more pressure with my thumb and it was like pulling a trigger.
She closed her eyes and I had the privilege of feeling everything inside her locking down hard before releasing. Lina went off like a firework on my fingers, making me feel like a goddamn hero. I kept pumping into her, kept swiping my thumb over that sensitized bud. Her legs shook and she leaned heavily into me as she came and came and came.
I jammed my other palm against my erection, praying I wasn’t as close to blowing as it felt like I was.
“Oh fuck,” Lina said, still panting, still gripping my fingers inside her.
“Your cheesecake and your check,” the waiter said.
“Am I reading this wrong,or are you pissed off?” Lina asked me as I slid behind the wheel of her car.
I’d had to half drag, half carry her to the parking lot because her legs were still shaking from my finger fucking. Thankfully, Nolan had been in the restroom and missed our escape.
“I’m not mad,” I snapped. I still had her wetness on my hand, a fact that wasn’t helping my fucking situation.
“I was only teasing you. I didn’t mean for it to go so far. But damn, hotshot. You continue to surprise me.”
“Baby, the only thing that’s mad right now is my dick at how fucking far we are from home.”
I could feel the pulse of it hammering in my head. How the hell was I supposed to last the thirty-minute drive home?
“Ohhhhhh.” She drew out the word as I shifted into gear and stomped on the accelerator. The car fishtailed as I pulled out of the parking lot and hit the road.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Nolan?” she asked.
My answer was a growl. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I was worried I’d lose my fucking mind. She’d spread so wide for me. Come so hard. In a restaurant full of people. Now I had a zipper tattooed on my shaft.
“I think I can help with that,” she said, releasing her seat belt.
“What are you doing?” I demanded harshly. “Put your seat belt back on.”
“But if I do that, I can’t dothis.”
She reached across the console, and when her fingers closed around my belt, I knew I was in serious trouble.
I sucked in a breath as my cock turned to motherfucking granite.
“Angelina,” I warned.
Those nimble fingers had my belt and fly open in seconds. “You’re not going to abideallthe laws tonight, are you?” she teased.
“Take off your bra,” I snapped as I eased up on the accelerator.
“I’m not wearing one.” She relayed this information just as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing erection.
“Goddammit!”
“Just keep your eyes on the road, hotshot.”
That was going to be impossible. Especially after I hooked my right hand in the neckline of her dress and yanked it down so I could see those perfect breasts.
With a wicked smile, she lowered her head into my lap. The second those hot lips spread over my crown, I was a goner. That hot tongue, that slick mouth, the way she gripped me in her tight fist. Angelina Solavita was going to deliver a religious experience.
I groaned, long and ragged as she used her mouth and hand on me. Confined by my pants, the seat belt, the steering wheel, I couldn’t do anything but let her work me. The lonely, moonlit highway stretched out before us, but I barely saw it.
My attention was stolen by the hot mouth on my cock.
