Page 44 of Stuck-Up Big Shot
I make atskingnoise with my tongue between my teeth. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Ooh,” she balks, squirming in my hold. “You make it sound like you were a troublemaker. Now I’m really intrigued.”
We continue the light banter as we exit the elevator and head out to get into the Uber I’d already ordered before leaving my apartment.
Helping her inside, I watch as she slides gracefully across the seat, smoothing down her skirt as she situates herself in the back of the car.
“I’d say I was a pretty wild the first year. I’d gotten a taste for partying and realized I really liked the freedom of being away from home. And while Granny wasn’t ever super strict, there were still things a nineteen-year-old boy couldn’t do at home that he got away with in a college dorm.”
I stop there, wondering if she’ll expect details. Based on the “go-on” expression in her amused eyes, I think she definitely wants more.
“Come on, Button. Do I really need to spell it out?”
She bites down on her lip seductively, her front teeth gnawing at her full bottom lip, and all I can focus on is her delicious mouth. All I want is to capture her mouth with mine and devour her. Take her in the backseat of this car—damn anyone else or privacy. I just want her. I want Sutton more than I’ve ever wanted another girl. Or rather, woman. Because she is all woman now.
She uses her tongue to swipe over her front teeth coyly, batting her thick dark lashes.
“Yes, Miles. Spell it out for me.”
She leans to the side toward me, her knees touching mine, her hand sliding up the inseam of my pant leg until it’s just south of my groin, and I have to slap my hand down over hers, capturing it mid-thigh. I hold her hand securely in mine to avoid embarrassing myself.
“Did you fuck lots of girls in college, Miles?” she whispers in my ear, and God help me, I nearly lose it as the crude word spills from her mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m spellbound as she returns to her spot looking demure and angelic, her hand still caught under my grip, her soft, feminine scent lingering in my space. She just unveiled a new aspect of her I hadn’t known up till now, and it’s working me into a frenzy of lust with the need to taste her. To fill her. To fuck her blind.
My cock twitches with arousal while her slender fingers toy with the material of my pants. And without further hesitation, I drag her hand to cover my crotch. The pressure of her hand has me drawing in a sharp breath as she exhales a gasp at finding me hard.
That’s right, baby. I’m hard for you.
Her passionate, sensual yet uncalculated response to my ardent need pleases me. My dick swells further, throbbing hard with a desire to be touched, sucked, or fucked. Just to see more of her delighted response to this sexy game, I position her hand at the tip and slide it down over the entire length before stroking it back up.
I’m pretty certain this isn’t typical first date etiquette, and we may have skipped a few important steps in theDating 101manual. But my cock doesn’t give two fucks about the process right now. It simply wants to get to the endgame—with Sutton in my bed and my dick sliding home inside her.
“Sutton,” I warn with a ragged breath, my voice riddled with desire. “We shouldn’t start something we can’t finish.”
The caution in my statement is meant to stop her, but it seems to make a case for me.
I’m so hot and hard right now I could combust. Made only worse by the way she’s gazing at me, with a mix of eagerness and heavy-lidded desire.
“But what if I want to finish it? Right now?”
I consider my options, because goddamn this Uber ride. I should’ve had more foresight and ordered a private car with a privacy screen in the back. But who knew we’d be moving this quickly so fast? There has been a tremendous amount of foreplay and build-up between us this week, but I wasn’t prepared for this level of intimacy and eagerness with her.
Inhaling deeply, I reluctantly remove her hand and place it back on her lap, swallowing thickly.
“Later.” My voice is gruff, but laced with promise, as she sticks her sweet, pink bottom lip out in a sexy pout, like a petulant child.
With imperious demand, not being one to let an act of rebellion go unpunished, I clasp my hand behind her nape, digging my fingertips into her soft, pliant skin and hold her still while my mouth crashes over hers. The kiss is rough, demanding, and more than a little brutal and not anywhere close to sweet. And the loud moan that escapes her lips indicates she likes it.
Through the hold I have around her neck, I feel her heart beating wildly, my thumb covering the fast beating pulse in her jugular that thrums rapidly with excitement.
When I pull back and survey the damage, Sutton’s lipstick is smeared, her hair a tangled mess, and her lips swollen and puffy from my hungry kisses.
She smiles dreamily, her eyes flickering appreciatively as she comes out of her haze of lust. My body is strung tight, the pulsing beat of my need welling dangerous and deep in my thickening cock to fuck this girl hard.
Now. Now. Now.
