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God, that felt like fucking opium in my veins.
I pulled my mouth from her chest, taking a brief moment to take her in like this—her top half bare, her leggings askew at the hips, her hair a mess and her lips swollen, laid out like a goddess along the backseat of the car. She was mine, for now, and that felt more charged than when I’d let myself play along on my boat or when I’d followed her at the charity ball.
“Please tell me you want me, too, so I don’t feel like such a loser for saying that.”
“I want you,” I said, dipping down to her again and hovering just above her lips. I pulled at her leggings again, getting them down to her knees, and brought her legs together between us to tug them off all the way. “Why do you think I walked away?”
Unfocused eyes searched mine, and the moment her legs fell back apart astride me, she kissed me.
Fully bare in the back of the car, she morphed into a goddamn animal. Her nails clawed at my chest as she searched frantically for my belt, my zipper, the button on my slacks. She undid each one with scary precision, her kisses so aggressive that it felt as if she were devouring me. When she’d accomplished her mission and there was nothing between us, she only barely calmed—her hips pushed up into me, her warm, soaked entrance pressed firmly against the tip of my cock.
“Please,” she begged. “Please.”
“Oliver isright there,” I laughed against her mouth, tipping my nose in the direction of the back of the driver’s seat. The bass from his music still played steadily, but the car was moving now, and when I glanced out of the windows, the busy scenery of Delancey and Essex had disappeared and was replaced with the shimmering lights of Union Square. We were at least half of the way home.
That didn’t mean that I didn’t want to bury myself in her right then and there, though. The temptation of heat escaping her was almost enough to make me break.
“I don’t care,” she mewled. Her hips pushed against me again, her clit dragging against my swollen, aching head, her chest heaving with little gasps. I could have sworn I saw stars when she lifted her hips higher, forcing my cock to slip inside just an inch. “Adrian,please.”
God, the way she said my name was sinful.Guess I’ll be torturing myself, then.
There was no chance I’d have enough time to take her fully before we got back to Darkwater, but I could give her what she needed in the interim.
“For fuck’s sake, love,” I grunted as I wedged my free hand—the one not gripping the door for stability—between her waist and the leather seat. I pulled her up and she flushed against me, twisting us in one quick movement until my rear was on the edge of the seat and her legs were on either side of me. With her on top and the tinted windows keeping the view from onlookers, I could focus entirely on what she needed.
I could mess with her, too.
Grabbing her hips, I pushed her down onto me, impaling her on every inch of my length at once. She cried out as her warmth enveloped me, swallowing me, bending and breaking for me—and it was music, it was heaven, it was every painting she loved and every photograph that enraptured me. It felt too good to be true, and every second she sat there unmoving and adjusting made my head swim.
“Ride me, Ava,” I rasped. I didn’t even think about it—I grabbed her around her throat, my fingertips squeezing gently on either side just enough to send her pulse racing but not for one second affect her breathing, and slipped my free hand into the space between our bodies. I grazed over her clit and her walls shuddered around me, those wild green eyes trained on mine. “Come for me before we get home or so help me God, I’ll use you in every wayIwant to instead.”
She swallowed, her neck bobbing against the palm of my hand.
She started to move, and I could have fucking died right there, could have spent eternity in hell for what I was doing if I had to. Why couldn’t she beanyoneelse?
The sounds from her filled the hot air of the car, little whimpers and moans that set me on fire. I quickened my pace against her clit, gave her just a little more pressure on it—and dug my fingers deeper into the sides of her neck.
She yelped.
“Fuck,yes,” she said, and I used my hand to pull her closer to me, bringing her chest to my mouth.
I bit down on the flesh of her breast, soothed the ache with my tongue, groaned my own pleasure against her skin. I didn’t want to leave the fucking car, not with her on me like this, not when I could spill everything inside of her right here, not when I could pretend the world didn’t exist and it was just me and her?—
The car slowed, and a quiet, “Parking now, Mr. Stone,” from the front seat made Ava jump.
Pink splotches sprouted back to life across her skin, and I lifted my mouth from her breast, grinning up at her. “Don’t stop,” I ordered, slipping my fingers down to where we joined and forcing her walls to make space for more than just my cock.
Her nails dug into my chest so hard I wondered if she’d made me bleed.
I hooked my digits on her pubic bone, pulling her body forward from the inside. She got the message, even if her brain wasn’t entirely with it.
“You’ve got about one minute until we’re parked,” I warned, “and then that privacy screen comes down.”
Panicked eyes met mine as she moved quicker, my fingers still seated inside, my thumb rubbing against her most sensitive spot. “Adrian.”
“Or I could open the windows,” I said, my breathing unsteady as she fucked herself on my cock. The sensation was driving me insane, sinking me deeper into a pit that I knew I couldn’t crawl out of, that same one I’d dug for her in my mind and tried to keep a solid foundation on top of. It would seal us both inside. “Let all of Manhattan hear you.”
Her walls clamped down on me as the rest of her body began to lock up. I pulled her along to keep her moving. She was close, so close.
