His eyes close. His head falls to one side.
God, it's so beautiful. This strong, impossible, in control man lost because of me.
"You first." He breathes. His eyes blink open. Fill with demand. "Show me." He rolls my dress to my waist. "Show me how you touch yourself, angel."
The pet name makes my sex clench. I barely manage to nod.
He slips my panties to my hips.
I bring my hand to my thigh.
There's no doubt about it. I'm on display for him.
Touching myself for his viewing pleasure at this semi-private place.
It's so hot it's wrong.
"Like this." No teasing. I go straight to what I need.
My ring finger against my clit. The spot a little to the right. Those quick, tiny circles.
Fuck.
I'm wound too tight. I'm too close.
"Please." It falls off my lips again. "Please, Ollie. I want to come on your hand."
He nods. Pins me to the car as he brings his hand to my clit.
A tiny, slow circle. To the left. The right.
A little higher. A little closer.
"There," I breathe. "Faster."
My eyes flutter closed.
His touch speeds.
Until it's almost what I need.
Then exactly what I need.
My lips part with a groan. My legs shake. My nails dig into his neck.
He draws those perfect tiny circles.
Again and again.
Winding me tighter and tighter.
Until I'm so, so close.
His lips find my neck. Then it's the scrape of his teeth.
It's all I can take.
With the next brush of his finger, I go over the edge. My world goes white. This perfect, blinding, blissful light.
My sex pulses as I come.
It's intense. So much my legs crumble.
But he catches me. Wraps both arms around me. Pulls me into a slow, deep kiss.
I melt into him.
We stay locked like that, pressed together against the car, kissing like it's the only chance we have.
I pull back to catch my breath.
His eyes are still bright and vibrant and alive.
And I still need to make him come.
I kick off my panties. Right my dress.
Oliver bends to pick up my thong. He slips it into his pocket. Stands. Smooths my dress. Smiles.
"Less smiles. More taking off your pants."
His smile only widens. That same I really fucking like you smile. "Not here."
"Why not here?"
"'Cause I want to fuck you."
"Oh. Okay."
"Okay?"
"Less talking. More sex."
He lets out that same honest chuckle. "This is why I need my own place."
I nod. Yes. His own place to fuck me. The other details are far away.
"I have an idea," he says. "If you're game."
"You're going to fuck me?"
Another chuckle. "Yeah."
"It's not funny."
"Just… I really fucking like you." He leans down to press his lips to mine. It's soft, slow, intense. I love you as much as it's I need you. "Won't have a bed. But, yeah, I'll fuck you so hard you see stars."
"Then I'm game."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Oliver
Luna's ex-boyfriend is a fucking idiot.
Too much? Too difficult? Too demanding?
Uh-uh.
I thought I appreciated her bossy, take no shit, I will tell you what I want and you will give it to me and if I don't like it, I'll let you know nature before.
But now?
As much as I need to be inside her—and I do—I want to torture her forever.
She huffs as she clicks her seat belt. Squeezes her knees together. Plays with the hem of her dress.
Her eyes flare with victory when she catches me watching.
She pulls the dress a half-inch up her thighs.
Damn, those long, tan legs. I need them wrapped around my hips. Or pressed against my cheeks.
I don't fucking care. As long as I make her come again.
She crosses her legs as I start the car. For a second, she closes herself. Fades into the bliss of her favorite album.
Then she turns to me with an expression of pure anticipation. "How long will this take?"
"We're pretty far in Malibu."
"That was your idea."
"I know."
She lets out a huff that means oh my god, why are you so difficult. "What's it like, being the most evil person in the world?"
"A lot of fun."
"You would say that."
My smile widens. "I would."
"How are you enjoying this so much?" Her eyes flit to my crotch.
I try to keep my gaze on the road, but it's really fucking hard.
"You're still…" She bites her lip. "Maybe it is you."
"Maybe what is me?"
"The dick lipstick."
"What?" I can't help but laugh.
"I just… I'm actually considering unzipping your slacks."
My cock whines. Fuck, the thought of Luna's hand around me—
Or her soft red lips—
I'm going to crash the fucking car. And it's just the thought. "Angel, you're gonna kill me."
"Good. You deserve it."
"And yourself. I'll drive into the fucking ocean if you do that."
She makes a hmm noise.
"You're considering it?"
"Well, look at it." She motions to my crotch. "It's just…"
"You shouldn't give him attention. It will only prolong the—"
"Him?" she asks.
I nod.
"You refer to your dick in third person?"
"He and I don't always agree."
"No?"
"Yeah. But we'd both like to make it to our next destination alive to fuck you properly."