Page 39 of Agency
“You sure about this?” he whispered as his panting lips left mine. “I can still just take you back to your hotel room, no harm no foul.”
“Just drive,” I whispered back as my hand slid down between us, found his manhood. “And leave the decisions to me.” And, oh… Oh what a piece of manhood he had, too. Morgan could compete with him. But other guys?
No way.
“Deal,” he replied.
His insistent weight left me, and I was already reaching for Andrew, my fingers threading into his much thicker ones. God, even Andrew’s hand felt so strong and in control as he came to me. As he released me, began to slide his hand down my side and to my hip.
Andrew looked as if he were about to speak, but I stopped him with a single, long-nailed finger to his lips, saying, “Don’t. Don’t ask, don’t question whether I know what I’m doing. Just kiss me.”
He blinked in surprise as my finger left his mouth and my hand slid around to the back of his dark, almost black, hair. But, then, he smiled. And, I swear I could taste that smile on his lips as they pressed to mine.
Andrew’s mouth opening, his teeth lightly biting on my lower lip, his tongue swirling around mine. So distinct, so wonderfully different, from both his friend’s and Morgan’s.
And, most especially, from Grigori’s.
Sure, I’d removed his taste. But his memory? Not quite yet.
But I was well on my way as I drank down more and more of this strong, handsome, impossibly sexy man.
Car door thudding, then, and the engine started up. Andrew went to pull away, but only his mouth managed to before I could open the rear door and pull him in back with me. The look of surprise on his face as my hand went to my hoodie’s zipper was priceless. Surprised or not, though, we were on each other before the door had even closed behind him.
Lips, tongues, encircling arms, steamy breath–his rough callused palms felt so decadent as his hands slid inside my hoodie and ran over my body with nothing but the thin cloth of my T-shirt to separate our skin. Over my sides, over my breasts, up to my cheek. Teeth biting and pulling at his lower lip, my hands moved over his biceps and broad shoulders as I groaned and moaned into his mouth.
Still, I could feel him holding back as Jericho pulled out onto the street. Could feel him keeping something in reserve, even as I shrugged out of my hoodie and went to strip off my top.
His eyes widened as I revealed myself to him, and the corner of his mouth turned up in the sexiest curl of a faint smile. Then, he was back on me. His mouth, his rough hands, his muscled weight pushing me down into the backseat as the steel rod of a cock snaking down his pant leg pressed into my thigh.
God, why did only getting a hint of his shape and length make me so wet? How did only having the slightest impression make me so hot and bothered?
But still, he held back. I just knew he was holding back.
Andrew’s growling lips at my ear, teeth and tongue on my neck, rough hands over my bare torso and breasts. Thumbs and fingers circling, then tweaking, my nipples, till I was arching my back and pressing more of myself into him.
Hand at the nape of his neck, I pulled his ear to my mouth.
“I’m not a china doll, Andrew,” I said in a husky whisper between kiss-heavy bites on his ear lobe. “Don’t treat me like one.”
His hand gripped tighter on my side, making me feel so small and malleable in his grasp, like a lump of clay that could be molded into his own play thing. His teeth flashed again on my neck, bit harder than before. His arm encircling my body crushed me to him as a hand moved up to my breast, tweaked me harder as his mouth moved down to my collar bone, then to my chest, then replaced his fingers on my sensitive nipple.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Right there. Right. Fucking. There.”
Teeth biting down, then, sparking a fire deep within me as I writhed, my ass lifting off the leather seat as Andrew’s tongue flicked and circled and teased. Head thrashing, I glimpsed Jericho watching me in the rear view mirror, eyes fixated on his friend’s mouth buried in my naked breasts.
Oh, how I couldn’t wait to get them both at the same time!
Moaning and nearly hissing through clenched teeth, I snaked my hand down between us to meet Andrew’s at the snap of my jeans, even as my eyes stayed on Jericho.
I unzipped as Andrew undid, my gaze still not breaking from his friend’s reflection.
But, the second my zipper was down, his hand closed over my wrist, breaking me from my stare. Forcefully, but still with some tenderness, he wrenched my hand back above my head. I didn’t even have a chance to gasp in surprise before my other was joining, and I felt the seat belt, ignored by both of us until now, wrapping around my wrists and binding them together. Over and around and over again the nylon strip twisted, till my hands were bound tight enough that I could barely wiggle them.
Oh…
His hands returned to where they were as his mouth found my other nipple. More biting, more flicking of tongue.
Oh my…
