She made a feeble excuse. “But, my car is here.” He rubbed his hand against the thin silk of her thong and she fought to control the moan that rose to her lips.
“I’ve got a car and a driver. I just texted him and told him to pick us up at the entrance. I’ll have your car brought to my house.” Before she knew it, Seth had settled the bill and was steering her toward the door with a hand in the small of her back. She gave a bright smile to the man holding the rear door of a shiny, black car open as Seth helped her inside. When he pulled her into his lap as the car started moving, she looked toward the front in alarm. “It’s okay; there is a privacy glass so Mike won’t be able to hear or see a thing.”
That was all she needed to know. She settled her mouth against the lips she had been admiring all evening and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He tasted faintly of wine and of the chocolate soufflé that they had shared for dessert. Completely and utterly delicious. He took over the kiss and devoured her mouth. His hands settled against her ass, kneading it before pushing her into closer contact with his cock. She rubbed herself against him unashamedly, desperate for relief. When she felt him lean her back in his arms, she protested the loss of contact. “I want you . . . now.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I don’t want to f**k you in the car the first time, but let me make you feel good.”
His hand slid her panties to the side and his long finger stroked her wet slit. She moaned and moved her hips, seeking the full pressure of his hand. “Oh, yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Suddenly his finger was inside of her, buried to the palm of his hand.
“Oh, God,” she bucked against him. “Please.” He added another finger and thrust them in and out of her. His thumb rubbed against her clit and she felt the explosion begin inside her. Tremors wracked her body as wave after wave of pleasure streaked through her. He continued to milk her for everything she had. His fingers were relentless as another orgasm threatened. She was so sensitive that she thought she would die if he didn’t stop. She attempted to clamp her legs together and shift away from him.
He gave a husky laugh, tweaking her clit one last time before removing his hand from between her legs. “We’re almost at my place, and I want to be buried inside of you the next time you come.”
“Where do you live? Please tell me we aren’t going to your hotel.”
“I split my free time between a house on the beach and a penthouse at the Oceanix. I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to be seen in our, um . . . condition walking through the resort. I thought my home would be more private.”
The gates opened ahead and the car pulled smoothly into the circular drive of his home. He helped Mia straighten her clothing before the driver opened the rear door. He kept his hand at her back as he escorted her to the front door. The house and grounds were well lit by landscape lighting, but it still took him a moment to fumble for his keys. Mia stuck her hand in his pocket, skimming near his cock. “Need some help finding your . . . keys?” she joked.
He raised an eyebrow saying, “If you keep that up, I’ll f**k you against the door and forget trying to open it.” She felt a thrill shoot through her at the image his words invoked. She had no idea that he was so forceful and she had to admit, she loved it. Her intuition had told her that Seth would be good in bed. She now thought he might be more like the Holy Grail. The man had some kink, which was an unexpected turn-on. She would have never pictured him fingering her to an orgasm in the back of a car. Even with her alcohol buzz starting to wear off, she had no plans of backing out. Just this once she was going to mix business with pleasure. She had come too far to stop now.
A lamp burning in the foyer cast a dim glow on the surroundings. Before she could look further, his hand settled on the curve of her ass and pushed her forward to what she presumed was his bedroom, if the massive bed was any indication. “If you don’t mind, let’s skip the tour for now and get on to more . . . pressing business. I believe I promised you an orgasm with my c**k inside of you and I’m ready to make good on that.”
What little modesty she had left was gone. Her only reply was, “Could you unzip me, please?”
“Most f**king definitely, sweetheart.”