The tip of his flesh was soft as silk against my tongue, and a quiet groan came from above. Heat flashed down to my toes, encouraging me to take him.
When I did, this groan was louder and so much sexier.
His warm flesh slid against my tongue, until he filled my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I pulled back, using suction as I retreated.
“Shit. Use your tongue.”
I began to bob on him, swirling my tongue over the fat head of his dick. Up and down, I let him possess my mouth. His hand covered mine that gripped him at the base, and he squeezed, showing me he wanted more pressure. His commands, verbal and non-verbal, were all over me. It was like Joseph owned every inch.
His breathing picked up and his words grew hurried. “You can take me deeper.”
I relaxed as much as possible, forcing my way further down, and . . . I pulled back abruptly, all the way off of him, and struggled to catch my breath. I’
d gotten embarrassingly close to gagging audibly, and my eyes flicked up to his.
His smile was diabolical. “We’ll work on that.”
His hand, which had been resting on the back of my neck, moved so he could pluck the glasses off of my face and gently toss them on the flat spot of the dashboard. I didn’t mind. I was already a strung-out mess inside, aching and desperate like a hopeless addict. Not being able to see every detail was a good thing, and I closed my eyes anyway when I skimmed my tongue over the slit of his dick. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his hard flesh.
My purse was on the floorboard, and my phone began to ring. It didn’t slow me down. There was no way I was going to answer it. My head bumped against the steering wheel as I tried to move at a faster pace, reminding me where we were. This time when I looked up at him, I had him lodged as deep as possible in my mouth. Without my glasses, I could only see a blurry version of him, one hand on the wheel, his gaze forward. His expression was intense. Pausing on him must have drawn his attention. His gaze shifted to mine.
“You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth. I don’t know if I ever want to take it out.”
The moan slipped out from me and filled the quiet interior. It was like a starting pistol on him. His hand tugged my ponytail, forcing me to go faster. And faster. Control began to swing away from me when his hips moved in a rhythm, pumping against me.
He fucked my mouth. Hard, and fast, sometimes skating dangerously close to my reflex.
“Goddamnit. Fuck.” His hand left the wheel and went to his forehead—the car had stopped moving. When had that happened? I rose up to peer out the window and wiped the saliva from my lips. We were parked on the street a block down from my apartment building.
His dick was still clenched in my hand, and I looked at him. Was I supposed to finish him here? There were parking cops that patrolled the street all the time. If we got caught, it’d be public indecency.
Think about the brand, Noemi.
I could be bad, but the last thing my family needed was another PR nightmare, especially so soon after Becca’s. My father was strong, but he could only take so much. I stared at Joseph’s dark eyes, silently pleading he wouldn’t put me in a position where I’d have to say no.
“We’ll continue this upstairs.” He threw open his door and buttoned his long coat, hiding the effects of my blowjob.
Thank God we’re going upstairs. I grabbed my glasses, scrambled out onto the sidewalk, and hurried alongside him to the front door.
“Afternoon, Ms. Rosso,” the front desk clerk said. He scanned Joseph with interest, but said nothing.
I nodded a hello and ushered Joseph into the elevator, anxious to get him inside my place. The dull, chrome doors shut, sealing us in together, and I stared at his reflection. There were a lot of things I wanted from Joseph, and right now it was to see his clothes on my floor and his tattoo clenched under my hand, his chest slick with sweat.
I dug my phone out and checked the missed call. Ross. He hadn’t left a message.
Joseph said nothing, and every floor the elevator climbed, I felt my pulse rising with it. Tension thickened like liquid and filled my lungs. What waited for me on the other side of my apartment door, when I was alone with my Dom?
I swallowed a breath when the doors peeled back, and he followed me down the narrow hall to my apartment door on the end. There was no biting comment about how I had a corner unit on the top floor, one of the most expensive apartments in the building. Joseph’s silence and stiff posture were a warning. There’d been hints that something dark lingered below the surface, and it seemed ready to appear.
My hand shook as I put the key in the lock, and he shoved me out of the way, doing it himself to speed us along. I stepped inside, flipped on the light, and the door banged shut behind us. He scanned the room quickly as if looking for something specific, while taking off his coat and tossing it on the back of the couch that jutted out into the room.
The apartment was spacious and boho-chic, and like his, I hoped every inch of it announced it was mine. I enjoyed picking out the little details which made the place my home. Ross had laughed at me when I’d bought mismatched furniture, but I loved the eclectic look. “Do you want the tour?” I asked, my voice faltering as I tried to echo back his confidence when I’d first been in his place.
“No. Strip.”
I exhaled loudly. His intense expression fed into my excitement, and my hands began tugging at my clothes, never mind that we were standing in my living room. The coat came off first. Then the top, followed by the jeans, one leg at a time, and I tossed the clothes beside his coat on my oversized couch. I was already out of breath as I reached for my bra clasp. It sprang free, but his hand came up in a gesture that said for me to stop when I reached for my panties.
“That’s enough. I’ll take those off.”