Page 76 of A False Start
She said it that night. And her eyes say it right now.
I swallow as I adjust the seat and mirrors, avoiding turning my eyes on her right now, because if I do, I’m worried about where my head might go. Suddenly, this thing between us feels so monumental.
So monumentally right.
I pull back out onto the road as she fiddles with the radio, trying to find reception that doesn’t exist. When she finally gives up, she flops back in her seat and places a hand casually over my thigh. It starts out innocent, but after a couple of minutes, one finger strokes. Her thumb joins in, rubbing in a firm circle. Hand sliding down and in toward my swiftly swelling cock.
I keep my eyes trained on the road in the quiet car, but I can sense her gaze on me. And out of my periphery, I see her smile.
A trouble-making smile.
Which is right when her hand slides up to the button on my jeans and flicks it open.
“Nadia.” My tone is warning, but my desire betrays me. My voices oozes longing. She has that effect on me.
“Yes?” She blinks innocently as she makes quick one-handed work of my zipper. And then her hand slides into my boxers and wraps around my steely length, chasing all the words I was about to use right out of my head.
She pumps me and quirks her head innocently. “Was there something you wanted to say to me, Griffin?”
I give her a quick look with one eyebrow arched, but don’t take my eyes off the road for long. We’re not driving fast, but my track record with safe driving leaves something to be desired of late, and Nadia is the most precious of cargo.
Focus on the road.
I just grunt at her, seeing her lips tip up in pleasure as she reaches for her seatbelt.
“That stays on,” I interrupt her movements.
She rolls her eyes playfully and adjusts it without removing it before pulling my dick right out of my jeans.
A small sigh escapes her. “You have some nerve looking the way you do and also having a cock like this.”
I chuckle. I can’t help it. I love her compliments.
“No dick will ever compare. I’m ruined.”
My shoulders go tight right as my cock throbs, bobbing lewdly in my lap. “God,” I bite out, and she just giggles. She licks her lips and stares down at me.
And I pray I don’t crash.
Because within moments her head is dropping, tongue swirling around the head as she laps at me and hums in pleasure.
“You have the perfect cock,” she whispers before sliding my length into the back of her throat. My fingers clamp around the steering wheel, knuckles going white as I chance a look at the mess of blonde hair now bobbing between my legs while I drive down the bumpy gravel road. The vibration makes it that much better.
The sight of her working me, sucking me so firmly, has me groaning and willing myself to focus on the drive.
When she pulls back, eyes trained on my cock, I feel a surge of pre-cum, and she instantly licks it away. “Mm. I love that.”
“Jesus Christ.” I steer the car to the side, knowing it’s not safe to keep going. Not when she says things like that in her sugary sweet voice.
She looks up with an evil smirk as I reach over her to put the car in park. And then she dives back down. I quickly scoop her golden locks into my fist, lifting just enough to lean back and watch her work me. Watch her cheeks hollow out, her pretty pink lips suctioned on to me as she slides up and down.
Even the way her lashes flutter and cast a shadow over cheekbones drives me crazy.
Eyelashes.I mean, goddamn.
She hums, sending a throb through me, and an ache twinging just behind my hip bones. I brace a hand on the roof of the car, wanting so badly not to take over. Just wanting to watch her take care of me. To revel in it.
A light graze of her teeth has my hips bucking and I curse. “You love this, don’t you?”
