“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear and my abdomen muscles clench sweetly.
Arching my back, I press my ass into his bulge, and his hips rock forward, our bodies straining against each other, both hungry for more. Turning to face him, I run my nose along his, our lips less than an inch apart. Staring into his eyes, I cannot believe how much he can turn me on without even touching me.
It’s more than sex actually, I feel something deep in my heart for him, a feeling I’ve never felt for anyone, let alone a work subject. There’s something special between us, in addition to the incredible attraction I feel whenever I’m in his presence. My body leans into every touch, every kiss, always wanting more, feeling more.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, almost to myself, but Carter hears me and takes my face into his hands, again sliding that tongue of seduction through my lips, swallowing my moans.
“Is this you?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss. I’m so lost in the disappointment that the moment is over, I don’t pay any attention to our surroundings.
“Your car?” he smirks, reading my confusion.
Turning around, I see the black limousine I’ve had driving me around for the day. Johnny jumps out of the driver seat and scurries to the back door, holding it open as I look up to Carter. I can see the weariness on his face, mixed with a bit of curiosity. I could tell him my plan, but I think it's best if I just show him.
“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, biting his lobe before walking forward, tugging his hand.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion, yet he willingly follows me into the luxury vehicle before Johnny closes the door behind us.
“I needed you alone,” I explain as we settle into our seats. Glancing down, I can see the bulge in his pants; it looks quite painful actually.
“Yeah, I’m about to split these pants open if you don’t stop teasing me,” he rubs his hand over his crotch, again reading my thoughts.
Johnny gets in the car, and straps on his seatbelt before looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes locking as he silently asks for the plan.
“Just drive around the city, Johnny. I’ll let you know when to stop,” I instruct, and he nods before pulling into traffic. Climbing over Carter, I reach to the control panel on the door beside him, my ass poking in the air as he grins that knowing grin as if he is completely on to my plan.
“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers in my ear and I look back at him innocently as I push the button, which controls the partition. Instantly, a black glass rises, separating us from Johnny.
“I told you I wanted a little privacy,” I finally say, my body still stretched across his lap.
“So now that you’ve got me in privacy, what do you plan to do with me?” He tilts his head as if he’s truly interested in what I have planned, but I’m still not going to tell him.
“I don’t know, maybe get to know you a little better?” I shrug, and his hand slowly moves from my neck, tracing the seam of my dress, outlining my breasts, and trailing down
my midsection until they find my ass.
“It seems I know you pretty well, Ashley,” he whispers into my ear as my body melts beneath his touch. He’s right; he definitely knows how to control my body. He knew what I liked and what I wanted from the first time he ever laid eyes on me, that is undeniable, but I do actually want to know more about him.
He’s an enigma the way he can control himself, whereas I lose all of my willpower whenever he’s within a mile. Knowing that no one has ever been fucked by him just drives me up a wall. I want to be his first, and if I’m honest I don’t want anyone else to have him once we’re finished. I know I shouldn’t take advantage of him, especially with my contract I’ve made with Lola, but my hormones are making the decisions now, not some payday.
It’s not the money that is driving me forward, it's his hand, which is teasing me between my legs, running along the outline of my pussy lips through my soaked lace panties. His breath is hot on my neck as he breathes deeply between kisses, inhaling my scent like it contains some secret potion. He makes me feel so sexy and wanton, another feeling I’ve never experienced.
“I think you do know me quite well,” I admit, my pussy driving my hips to lean into his touch, but he won’t go further, won’t give me what I want.
“I want to know you better,” he says as his hands move my panties to the side, one finger sliding inside of my wet pussy. I moan in delight, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He slides a second finger inside me and I’m unable to concentrate, my body wanting to climax more than anything else. His fingers lazily slide in and out of me, so slowly it's almost upsetting. He’s such a tease, and I’m determined not to beg. No, I’ll take whatever torture he wants to hand out. I’ll even deliver some of my own.
“I was hoping for the same thing,” I whisper, arching my back so I look as sexy as possible spread out across him. I can see his eyes lighting with lust as I move sensually, glaring at him throughout all of my movements. He's so sexy I could just cum on the spot, and I know he knows that, but he somehow contains his own desires.
Reaching down, I fondle his steel rod through his pants, his body instantly lifting, begging for more. Maybe he isn’t as controlled as I thought, because he's obviously affected by me, and as dangerously close to begging as I am.
“Want something?” I tease and he slides a third finger inside of me in response.
“Shit!” I sigh, my body loving every second of the pressure and friction his fingers are giving me. Oh man, I don’t know if I can play this game for much longer, let alone win. He’s so good at this with years of experience turning down seduction, whereas I thought I was the expert. He’s able to manipulate me in the best way and I love every second of it.
“I want to feel you cum,” he answers me, but I’m so lost in the pleasure I can’t even remember what I asked him. My body is building, surging toward an orgasm, and then he slows his fingers. Honestly, I’m grateful, because I didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s working me over so well; the build up is just as good as the finale.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” he questions, and I remember my task, unbuckling his pants. I can’t focus around him, especially when he’s inside of me. God, I wish I could really feel him inside of me. That would be the best, and I know he would cum so fast fucking my tight wet pussy, the ultimate gratification.
With trembling hands, I unbuckle his belt and pants, his member instantly lunging forward like a freed captive. I can smell him; he has such a delicious and unique aroma – a blend of body wash, cologne, and the sweet musk of a man. Leaning my head down, I run the tip of my nose down his long, hard shaft, inhale him.