“Nothing,” I mutter, turning my attention to the gate that we’ve stopped at. It’s tall and wide and I can see a gravel drive just behind it.
We’re at someone’s house.
No, someone’s mansion, I realize when the gates open up and Maximo pulls through the long drive. There’s hedges along the estate that have clearly been kept up by a groundskeeper. A rounded driveway has four cars sitting in it, each one more pristine than the last.
And the mansion is gorgeous.
I think it may be just as big as the Costa’s, if not bigger. It’s more modern than the Costa’s, the architecture newer. Almost the entire front portion of the home is made of glass, except for a few beams. It exposes the entirety of the inside of the home and I don’t know how someone could ever comfortably live in such a place. At a glance, my eyes make out a living room, a huge open kitchen, and another room that looks to be bare. I can’t see anyone moving around inside the house, but I note that the furniture I see looks surprisingly minimalistic.
“Looks like we’re a little early,” Maximo says and when I turn my head to look at him, he’s peering at the time on his dashboard.
3:04
“What time were you supposed to be here?” I ask him.
“3:10, which means we’ve got time.” He hits the power button on the radio, cutting off a Cardi B song.
“Time for what?”
When his gaze hits me, I know exactly what he has in mind and my skin flushes. I peer outside his window. I don’t see anyone around, but if this place is anything like the Costa’s, which I suspect it is, then there’s people milling about where I can’t see them.
And while Maximo’s windows are darkly tinted, someone could easily enough come up and peer inside.
I’m not about to fuck him in broad daylight in the middle of someone’s driveway.
But when his hand reaches over, locking around my wrist, I suspect I don’t have a choice. His free hand moves underneath his seat and it starts to move backwards, leaving more room between his lap and the steering wheel.
“We’re not about to-”
“We are,” he cuts me off swiftly before giving me a tug. “Now, get your ass over here. If I have to force you over here, then I’ll make sure you don’t get off,” he promises.
It’s been weeks now since Giovanni fucked me until I wasn’t able to move, harsh and unforgiving. I don’t think I can take another round so soon, especially not from Maximo in this cramped ass car.
I swallow before giving him a shaky nod. He smirks.
I climb to my knees before hooking one of my legs over his lap, the rough fabric of his pants brushing my skin. His hands move to his zipper, sliding it down. Once again, he isn’t wearing any underwear and his cock pops right on out, already hot and glistening at the tip.
He looks up at me expectantly. I wrack my brain, trying to figure out the easiest way to get out of my panties in the small space.
He chuckles, his hands pushing my dress up and exposing my thighs. “I forget sometimes how innocent you are, despite the things that you let me do to you,” he mutters.
His fingers brush along my panties and I move into the touch before he’s suddenly shoving my panties to the side. He grips his cock, brushing the head through my lips. My clit throbs. His dick remains at my entrance even as I feel my panties shift slightly, unsuccessfully trying to move back into place as he releases them.
His free hand moves behind my back, pressing into my skin. He pulls me forward at the same time that he propels his hips up, slamming into me in one thrust.
My lips part, no sound coming out.
Maximo doesn’t waste my time or his as he grabs me by the hips, lifting me up just so he can slam me back down at the same time that he pushes up.
Bliss is already moving through my body, that bundle of nerves going off.
“This would go quicker if you helped,” he informs me as he continues to put the work in for both of us.
My tongue traces my lips and his eyes follow the movement. As I place my hand on the seat right behind his head, he continues to watch me. I hold on tightly as I try to keep the same rhythm he’s set, lifting my hips and meeting his every time he thrusts up.
“That’s right, Mouse, ride my cock, just like that.”
His hips continue to move as he places a hand in my hair, pulling until my neck is straining from the angle that it’s being held at. My head goes light. His lips find my neck and I moan, my eyes falling closed. His lips travel further down, as I feel his hands pushing the straps on my dress down before my bra is the next thing being moved out of the way.