He catches on right away, and without saying anything, he pushes me down, forcing me to sit.
A deep red leather that looks like it costs more than my year’s salary covers the interior of his car, and if I were him, I’d be worried about ruining it. But Zanders doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.
My skirt rides up and bunches around my waist as his hands grip my thighs, fingertips trailing upward, tingling my skin.
“I’m so into you. It’s ridiculous,” Zanders breathes out.
Leaning forward, I cup his cheeks, bringing his lips to mine. “That makes two of us.”
“I’m serious, Vee. You don’t get how perfect you are to me.”
My face flames, so I hide my head in the crook of his neck, my arms draping over his shoulders and subsequently the headrest of his seat.
Zanders presses lingering kisses to my freckles, working his way across my jaw. As his lips find my ear, he bites and tugs, causing my hips to grind down against him.
The soft whimper that escapes me coaxes him to continue.
He nibbles, licks, and sucks his way down the column of my throat until the satin scarf tied around my neck that I have to wear as part of my uniform stops him. His hands slide up my back, keeping me pressed to him as he uses his teeth to unknot the fabric around my neck.
As his tongue finds mine again, I grind harder, needing friction, and taking control.
A deep guttural growl leaves him as his palms find my arms, sliding down and guiding my hands around the headrest behind him. As I concentrate on easing the ache between my legs, Zanders takes my satin scarf and secures my hands, tying me up.
I pull my lips away from his, my eyes filled with confusion but a whole lot of excitement as I try to pull my elbows in but can’t.
“Sometimes I let you think you’re in control, but not this time.”
The heat radiating off this man is palpable, so I shyly nod in agreement, really playing up the whole innocent thing.
Keeping his eyes glued on mine, his hand slips between my legs, touching me over my uniform pantyhose.
“You’re soaking wet, Stevie girl.”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, grinding my hips down on his hand, needing him to touch me.
“You know, when I picked up your bag earlier, something was buzzing inside.”
My eyes widen with embarrassment, knowing exactly what he heard. Let’s just say I don’t travel with an electric toothbrush.
He reaches into the back seat where our bags are. “And I found this.”
As I assumed, he pulls out what used to be my favorite travel companion, but now that I have my boyfriend on the road with me, I don’t use my purple vibrator quite as much.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Um... I’m sorry you found my vibrator?”
“No. I mean, why haven’t we used it?”
“We?”
“Yes, we. I don’t mind a little assistance if it means getting you off a little faster and harder.”
“Really? That’s not some weird blow to your ego or something?”
“Pfft,” he scoffs. “Sweetheart, I have no trouble getting you off all on my own, so no. Ego is fully intact.”
My eyes dance between his and the toy in his hand as he palms the spot between my legs once again causing my hips to roll against him with need.
“One day, you’re going to show me exactly how you like to use this on yourself. But tonight, I’m going to give it a try.”
Swiftly and without hesitation, he rips my pantyhose and pushes my underwear to the side, his long fingers gliding against my clit.
My head drops to his shoulder as I ball my fists, eager and impatient to grasp something, anything.
“So perfect, sweetheart.” His fingers continue swiping, rolling, teasing.
My body warms from his unwavering attention and constant praise, and a shiver rolls through me when the buzz of my vibrator fills his G-Wagon. Zanders places it on my swollen clit, and I can’t help but cry out, my body writhing in his lap.
“Let me see you,” he coos, his lips to my ears.
I lift my head, back arching. Zanders uses his free hand to move my curls out of the way as the vibration of my favorite toy continues to destroy my sensitive nerves.
“God,” he breathes out. “You should see yourself, Vee. Fucking unreal.”
I push into the toy, wanting more, but also frustrated that my hands are tied up, and I can’t make him feel as good as he’s making me.
Suddenly one of his long, tatted fingers slips inside of me, curling forward, as my body tenses from the sensation. He feels divine as always, maybe even more so, but not having any control of what I can grab onto is driving me mad. I’m at the edge. My skin burns with the building pressure, my belly stirring with warmth, and when he plunges a second finger inside of me, keeping the vibrator pushed against my clit, that’s when I lose it.
Right there in his Benz, I fall apart, having absolutely no control of my body.
Falling forward, my chest heaves against his as he pulls his fingers out. They’re coated in my arousal, and as always, he tastes what’s left of me on his hand.
Without wasting a second, he tosses my vibrator onto the passenger seat. Unfastening his belt and zipper, he pulls out his smooth and thick erection, stroking it in his fist.
His hooded, lazy eyes trail every inch of me as he wets his lips with his tongue, continuing to touch himself and allowing me to come off my high.
As my breathing slows and steadies, I push off my knees, hovering over him. My mouth finds his as he slides his cock against my folds, giving me a warning of what’s to come. I don’t have control over much right now, with my hands tied up, but I have control over this.
Dropping my weight, I sink onto him, filling myself completely.
He whimpers at the sensation.
Our mouths gape against one another as we both adjust to the fullness. After a moment, I roll my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis, needing the friction.
“Fucking hell, how do you feel this good?” His head falls back.
I can’t get over seeing him this way. Mine. I’ve never had the confidence to claim something so perfect, so craved. But with him, I feel conceited as hell, knowing I’m the only one who gets to have him.
Rough hands grab my hips, moving me up and down at his needed tempo.
My body is buzzing at the brink of another orgasm, and the lack of control over anything is equally frustrating as it is freeing.
“You’re doing so good, Vee. So good.”
I’m doing absolutely none of the work here, but the constant praise does the trick as it always does, and the raspy desperation of his voice has my entire body hot.
“Yes.” His chest heaves against mine. “Come all over me, baby.”
Calloused fingertips skim the delicate skin of my throat as his palm circles the base, choking me.