“Yes, you do,” he says roughly. “Because you’re my beautiful, dirty, sweet, badass girl. Now let me watch you suck my cock while I make you come, sweetheart.”
I obey without thinking, adjusting my position so I can take him down my throat while he works his magical fingers between my legs. The steering wheel is jammed into my shoulder, I’m getting a cramp in my arm, and I’m wound up like a pretzel between the seats, but I don’t care.
He makes me forget everything else. He wipes my mind clear of all the garbage. Intellectually, I know it’s only sex, but it’s so much more because it’s him, and he makes everything better just by being himself.
“Oh God, princess,” he whispers, staring down at me as I suckle and stroke him. “Fuck yes.”
He’s rock-hard in my mouth, hard and throbbing, and I’m throbbing all over too. I feel like a lit stick of dynamite, ready to blow.
Connor’s head drops back against the headrest. He starts to thrust up into my mouth, grunting in pleasure, his hand still working between my legs. I’m so soaked, I hear the sound it makes as Connor’s fingers fuck me. I’m close to orgasm when I hear the electronic chirp of a car alarm.
Connor groans. “Got company.”
I peek past the edge of the window and see a couple walking from the parking garage elevator. They’re headed toward the BMW parked next to us.
I quickly sit up and adjust my clothing. Breathing hard, Connor stuffs himself back into his pants, zips up, and gives me a hard kiss on the lips. “Upstairs,” he says gruffly, looking into my eyes. “Now.”
My heart singing, I jump from the car. Connor follows just as fast. We get to the elevators, Connor pushes the button, and then we stand there staring at each other in burning silence as we wait for it to arrive.
The bell dings, the doors slide open, Connor pulls me inside. As soon as the doors slide shut, he pulls me into his arms. His mouth goes to my neck. He sucks, hard, and a moan escapes me.
“Do you know what you do to me? Do you have any idea?”
He whispers it into my ear, pressing me against the wall of the elevator, his big body hard and hot against mine. I feel his heart hammering against his breastbone, hear the need in his voice, smell the masculine scent of his skin, and wonder if anything else will ever be as good as this.
Our lips meet. It’s anything but gentle.
I’m panting. Greedy for him. Wanting him inside me so bad, I’m trembling. He grabs my ass and grinds his pelvis against mine. His other hand gathers my hair. He wraps it around his wrist and uses it to hold my head in place while his tongue plunders my mouth.
The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors open. I open my eyes, and he’s staring down at me with this ravenous, adoring look, like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him either.
I say brokenly, “Connor.”
“I know. Me too.”
He kisses me one last time and then takes my hand and tugs me out of the elevator and down the hall. I follow him, almost tripping over my own feet in my rush. When we get to the door, he fumbles for the card key in his pocket, curses when I press my breasts against his back and reach around to stroke him, stiff and ready under his zipper.
He gets the door open, drags me inside, pushes me against the wall. The door slams shut. He pulls my shirt off over my head and tosses it aside. He bends down, takes my breast into his mouth, and bites.
It’s soft at first, a nip just under the puckered bud of my nipple, but when I groan and arch into his mouth, Connor presses down harder until it stings. I cry out, loving the feel of his teeth against my tender flesh, loving it even more when he gentles and strokes his tongue over the place he just bit.
“More?” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips.
“More,” I beg. I’m instantly rewarded. He nips a stinging path all around my nipple, following each bite with a tender stroke of his tongue, so I’m overwhelmed with the cycle of pain/pleasure. I writhe against him, whispering yes yes yes as he moves to my other breast and repeats the process. When he finally raises his head, both my breasts are stinging and slick, and I’m wet between my legs like I’ve never been.
He demands, “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Everything. Anything. Please.”
My breathless pleading makes him growl softly in pleasure. “Get naked. And then get on the bed.”
The intensity in his eyes and voice make my pulse fly. I quickly strip. When I go to the bed and sit on the edge, Connor shakes his head. “On your knees, princess,” he says, his voice husky, and my pulse goes haywire.
I get on all fours and look at him over my shoulder. He walks closer, watching me. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. “Look at that beautiful pussy,” he whispers, staring between my legs.