Casual Affair

He placed his hand on the back of her head, lightly pulling on the strands. “Fine. I’ll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours full.”

He pushed her down onto him, groaning when she not only allowed his manhandling, but immediately took him all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good. Swallow me down, luv. That’s it.”

How he was able to keep one hand on the wheel, one hand on her head, and still manage to drive safely through DC traffic, he couldn’t understand. A few times, he had to do some quick maneuvering to avoid being seen by other drivers. He wasn’t worried about being caught. He just didn’t want anyone witnessing him getting blown by the sexiest woman on the planet. Especially other men who would ogle her arse, which was sticking up in the air.

No, he wanted that fucking fantastic moment to be between them and only them.

God, her mouth was incredible.

She was sucking him down with mind-blowing force, her devious tongue sliding all over the place. It didn’t take him long to start thrusting up into her, seeking more of her warm heat, craving more of her moans. Her mouth was just that good.

He worried that he was being too rough with his hand on her head. But when he started to remove it, she snatched it up and slapped it right back down where it had been.

Hottest. Woman. Ever.

He felt his need climbing to the surface and knew he was getting close. He felt the car slowing down as he let off the gas—losing himself to the sensations coursing through him—but he didn’t care. He was close to begging her for mercy.

“I’m so close. Don’t stop, please.”

He needed to come—desperately—but he somehow sensed that she needed it, as well. Maybe it was her way of saying thank you for his help, a way of paying him back. Maybe she was just super horny. Whatever the reason, his desire to give it to her, to satisfy her, was far stronger than his need to come down her throat.

Though he was more than willing to do that.

“I’m about to come,” he told her, warning her, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

With a vicious roar and one last upward drive of his hips, he emptied himself inside her mouth. “Fucking take it all!” He felt her throat work as she swallowed his release, prolonging his pleasure. “Every last drop.”

After draining him, she licked him clean and tucked him back into his underwear. As calmly as you please, she sat back up in her seat and straightened her hair. He wanted to demand how she could be so relaxed when he was revving up his engines for another go-around. Then, he saw the sly grin curving her lips.

She finally turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a distinct glint in her eyes. “Deep breath, Mr. Price. We’re not done yet.”

God bless this woman.

“We most certainly are not, Ms. Paxton,” he growled as he parked in the lot of his building. “A performance like that deserves hours of attention to show my gratitude.”

She licked her red lips, breathing heavier. “Don’t let me stop you.”

They stumbled through his front door, stripping off their clothing in record time and falling onto his bed in a frenzy of tangled limbs and bare skin.

But the moment he entered her, everything felt different than before. Good different, but more intense. Like everything between them had suddenly shifted into something…more. He had no other word for it. It was as if what they’d had before was just the ingredients, but now they had the whole enchilada.

They never broke eye contact as they brought each other to the peak of desire. It was like an invisible tether was forcing them to acknowledge all the changes they felt occurring around them.

He knew it was the moment of no going back.

This was no longer a casual hookup they could easily walk away from.

Perhaps it never had been.

When he came back to earth he pulled out of her, though he wasn’t ready to sever that connection. Instead, he wrapped himself around her and held on tight. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but he was afraid if he let go, he might lose her forever.

As he was drifting off, losing consciousness, he squeezed her to him and whispered in her ear, “Stay with me.”

He wasn’t sure whether he meant just for that night…or for always.