“No, I mean would you fuck yourself?”
“Grief makes you weird, precious.”
She takes a deep breath and lifts her head, squaring her gaze at me. Though the skin around her eyes is slightly puffy, her eyes are crystal clear, sober in a way I haven’t seen in a long time. Maybe she is built to handle all this. “It also makes me needy.”
She rolls her hips, rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I feel her heat pool there and the tell-tale twitch of her arousal.
The only indication that she’s having an effect on me is the way my throat clenches as I swallow and the tightness in my pants. “For what, sweetheart?”
“Just kiss me.”
Stealing her lips makes me feel like a starved man. She flips the center console out of the way while she kisses me, desperate moans vibrating my mouth as her hand snakes into my lap. She cups my boner and then rubs eagerly, causing my zipper to scrape against my cock.
I cringe and hiss, grabbing her throat to make her slow down. She meets my gaze with an innocent look while I pluck open my jeans and redirect her hand, guiding it beneath my boxers.
“Good girl,” I whisper when she strokes the head with her thumb. “Just like that…”
“I want you in my mouth.”
My grip on her throat tightens, producing a squeak. “What do you say?”
“Please,” she wheezes. I loosen my clutch on her neck and she groans, “Pretty please.”
I’m a fucking sucker for her sweet voice. A moan of surrender shudders from me as I shift my hand to the back of her neck and push her south, bucking when her warm lips coat the head of my cock. Drool dribbles down my shaft as she extends her tongue to caress the tip. I tangle my fingers into her hair, trying to control the way my hips respond to her.
It’s intense how she sucks me off. Maybe if it was another girl, it would seem desperate, but it’s not that way with Alex. She’s dedicated to making sure she hits all the right spots, with tortured mewls that tell me how wet she is. I don’t have to touch her pussy. I just know by the way she sounds.
Controlling myself is much harder than controlling her. She slurps long and loud, shoving the head of my cock into the back of her throat and gagging to the point of choking, peering up at me through fresh tears while waiting for approval. I keep her shoved on my cock for a while to see how much she can take.
“Good girl,” I groan. “Two more seconds…”
Her brows dip together and she snorts, struggling to breathe. As soon as her eyes roll back, I yank her hair, pulling her to the head so I can plunge into her mouth. Tears stream her cheeks as I fuck her mouth, growling when I feel her tongue slide along my shaft. Within a few seconds, I’m unloading on her face, marking her skin with my cum.
“Shove it in my mouth,” she begs. “Parker, please.”
While still riding a pleasure high, I scoop my cum from her cheek and shove it between her lips. She sucks my fingers clean and then sticks out her tongue, urging me to repeat the process. I do it until her face is totally clean, appearing like I never came on her at all.
And then I slump into my seat.
She lifts the hem of my shirt and kisses my stomach, lightly grazing the tip of my cock that slowly loses its erection. I hum as she marks a path toward my chest.
“Baby,” I say while running my fingers over her ass. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
I frown slightly. “Why?”
“Why not?”
A confused growl vibrates my throat. She kisses that, too, lightly trailing over my Adam’s apple and pausing at my chin.
“I’ll kill Felipe’s murderer,” I repeat when she looks at me. “And Lev’s killer, too.”
“What if it’s your father?”
The cold front slams into me before I can even stop it. Ice stabs my heart at the thought of my father having been involved in killing one of my best friends. When the cab goes quiet, I push Alex back into her seat and fix my cock back into my pants, not bothering to zip up as I start the car.
I’m quiet the whole way back to the highway. How the fuck can she ask me something like that?
And what if she’s fucking right about it?