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“Every second,” Gail beams up at me, those blue eyes sparkling with something more than just the reflection of the night sky. “Thank you for today, Mickey.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” The words slip out, real smooth.
We reach my car, tucked away in a secluded spot that offers more privacy than the ones closer to the street. Gail doesn’t hesitate, her fingers slipping from mine as she opens the backseat door with more purpose than I’ve seen her handle anything.
“Join me?” It’s not really a question, and she knows it. She’s issuing a challenge, and she must see the fire it sparks in my silver gaze.
“Lead the way,” I say, voice thick with a desire that’s been simmering since we talked about breastfeeding and lactation earlier today.
Before climbing into the backseat, she removes her coat and throws it into the front passenger’s seat. Following her into the car, I do the same after shutting the door behind me with a soft click, sealing us into our private world.
With a sudden movement, she grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me toward her. Our lips crash together, and it’s like someone lit a fuse. Heat explodes between us, fierce and demanding. I kiss her back, hard, our mouths moving with a desperation that’s borderline savage.
Gail’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer—if that’s even possible—and I groan against her mouth. My hands, those traitorous bastards, have a mind of their own as they skim over her curves, dipping under her top so I can feel the heat of her body and the softness of her skin.
“Fuck, Mickey,” she gasps when we break for air, her chest heaving against mine. Her words are gasoline on the fire that’s already threatening to burn me alive.
“Tell me what you want, Gail,” I rasp, my voice heavy with desire. I need to hear her say it, need to know this isn’t just another game. Not tonight.
“I want you,” she whispers, her voice a sultry promise that sends shivers down my spine. “All of you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, my control slipping notch by agonizing notch. My hand slides down the small of her back, pulling her hips against mine. The confined space of the car feels like it’s shrinking, the intensity of our connection growing too large for any physical boundaries.
We’re lost in each other, tongues dueling, hands exploring, every touch sparking another jolt of pure, unadulterated lust. I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips, her skin hot and smooth.
“Your curves are a fucking revelation,” I groan, my hands trailing down to cup her ass, squeezing hard. She moans into my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“There’s something I want to do,” she says, moving us both around so she can kneel between my spread legs.
The cold night air is a stark contrast to the heat building up inside the car, but I barely register it. Gail’s hands are at my waist, fumbling with the button of my pants with an eagerness that sends my pulse skyrocketing. Her breath is warm on my skin, puffing in short bursts against the fabric of my boxers as she finally—finally—frees me from the confines of denim.
Her fingers wrap around my length. The contact is electric, a bolt of lightning straight to my core. “Fuck, yes, Gail.” My words come out raw, my control slipping as I watch her lower her head, her silky hair falling like a curtain to shield us from the world. Then, all thoughts evaporate when her lips close around me. It’s wet and hot and so goddamn perfect that my knuckles turn white from gripping the leather seat.
She sets a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back, her tongue a relentless force exploring, teasing. She pulls me deeper, and the sound she makes—half-moan, half-sigh—it’s like she’s savoring every inch, and it punches straight through me.
“Damn, sweetheart… your mouth…” I can’t finish my sentence; words are too complex when every fiber of my being is focused on the sensations she’s coaxing out of me. I thread my fingers through her hair, urging her on without words, and she responds with a hum that vibrates through my entire body.
I’m teetering on the edge, precariously close to tumbling into oblivion, but I hold back. Because as good as this feels, as mind-blowing as her mouth is, it’s not enough. I need more. I need her—all of her.
“Stop, Gail, stop.” It takes everything within me to pull away, and her gaze meets mine, clouded with desire and confusion. “I want you too much. Need to feel you around me,” I rasp.
“Then take me,” she says, her voice thick with arousal. It’s all the invitation I need.
I pull her onto my lap. “How fond are you of these leggings?” I smirk, cupping her cunt. Damn, she’s so wet I can feel it through the fabric.
She gives me a sultry grin. “Not very.”
With steady hands, I tear at the seam until a ripping noise sounds, and then I pull some more, making the hole big enough to matter. I move my hand into the hole, pushing her panties to the side so I can touch her sensitive flesh.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp, thrusting two fingers into her.
“And you’re so fucking hard,” she moans, rocking her hips against me.
“Tell me you want this,” I growl, my voice a dark, guttural sound I don’t recognize.
“God, yes,” she moans, her nails digging into me. “I want you so fucking bad.”
Too horny to care about foreplay, I tell her to lift up, and she complies, giving me the space I need to line myself up against her opening. “Ride me, sweetheart,” I command.
