Casual Affair

“Well, first of all, I don’t think there’ll be much coverage to speak of…”

He trailed off when she started whispering in his ear, licking his jawline. He couldn’t bloody concentrate when she did that.

Oh, but the things this woman did to him.

With phenomenal restraint, he managed to grip her arms and pull her back so he could look into her eyes. “Second of all, would you like to accompany me back to my place?”

She ran her hands down his chest, her fingers circling his nipples. “How do you make such a formal question sound so dirty?”

“One of my many talents, luv.”

When he couldn’t stand the distance any longer, he smashed his lips against hers with a hunger that had them both going from zero to sixty in an instant. Her tongue licked across the seam of his lips and he was done.

“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth before diving back in for another possessive kiss.

That’s what it was, too. Every time he took her mouth, it felt like they were both taking possession of each other’s entire being. As though making a statement to anyone who came too close that only he was allowed to touch her that way, and that he wasn’t up for grabs to any other woman.

And he fucking loved it.

“Yes what?” he asked, trailing kisses down her neck.

“Yes, I’ll accompany you back to your place.”

He smiled against her skin. Damn straight she would. “Mmm…maybe I’ll never let you leave.” The sound of her sharp intake of breath fueled him. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his bulge, guiding her movements when she immediately closed her fingers around his shaft, stroking him through his pants. “This is what you do to me,” he panted. “All of it’s for you, sweetheart.”

She hummed in her throat. “Well, in that case, let’s get out of here so I can play with it.”

He thrust into her hand. “By play with it, I hope you mean take it into your mouth or between your thighs. Or both.”

She put pressure right on his tip, drawing a hiss from between his teeth. “Guess you’ll have to get me home and out of these clothes to find out.”

Home. She’d called his place home.

“I’ll drive.”

He sped out of the parking lot, his goal being to get them to his flat as fast as humanly possible. In the midst of dodging other cars and timing red lights, he felt her nimble fingers unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper without a word.

No, she’s not.

Her fingers slid under his briefs and grasped his straining erection.

Yes, she is.

“What the hell are you doing?” He let out a deep moan when the tip of her finger rubbed over his slit, smearing the moisture that had gathered there.

“Shh,” she crooned. “You just watch the road and let me handle everything down here.”

Easier said than done. “I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that, luv.” Although he wasn’t ready for her to stop, either.

“Yes, you can,” she told him. “You will because you want this bad enough.”

Christ but he did.

He fought to keep his eyes focused on the road and not on the way her hand worked him. Slow and steady at times, then harder and faster at the base, moving up his shaft. Without warning, she leaned over and gave his tip one good, long lick.

“Fucking hell!”

It was a good thing there were no cars in front of them because his foot had reflexively slammed down on the accelerator. When he glanced down for a second, he knew the image of her dark hair fanned out across his lap as her head bobbed up and down would be permanently engraved in his memory. Most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

“Bloody Christ. You can’t do that. I’m going to lose it.”

She lifted off him, raising her head slightly. See, look what you did. “Either you want to come in my mouth or you don’t,” she said in a low voice. “If you do, shut up and let me suck you. If you don’t, tell me now and I’ll sit back in my seat and get myself off with my own hand.”

Was that supposed to be some type of punishment? Because watching her finger herself would be a gift from God.

But he was in too much pain at the moment to wait until they got to his place. He needed some relief now.