Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Is that so?” he purred in the dark.
I swallowed hard. “Past tense. Not now.”
“Of course.” Electricity sizzled between us. After what felt like an hour, he flattened his hand on the middle seat in quiet invitation. “Come closer.”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. And he didn’t respond. I didn’t think he would, though. I’d wakened the lion and now that I had his full attention, I wasn’t so sure I liked it. He was…dangerous. I didn’t think he’d hurt me, but I still hesitated.
“Uh…where were you on that bad to really bad scale?”
“Eight. But I love dogs, and I’m not a braggart.”
“Good to know,” I squeaked.
“You still want my cock?”
“Y-yes.” Hell, yes.
He patted the empty seat again.
This time, I obeyed, unbuckling and sliding over till we were sitting side by side. My heart beat double time and whooshed through my ears. I was vaguely aware of the blur of traffic, the dazzling Vegas lights, and the presence of the man behind the wheel, but my focus was fuzzy at best. We might as well have been the only two people left on the planet—shoulder to shoulder, breathing the same air, sharing the same space.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
I darted my gaze sideways. “I can’t do that. We’re in an Uber.”
“No, this is my car. Collins works for me. He sees nothing, he hears nothing. We’re alone,” he said. “You can do anything you want.”
There were a few reasons not to obey. First of all, stranger, and second, we were basically in public. I mean…okay, so I did blow a guy in an alley after a party in WeHo, and then there was that time in the restaurant bathroom stall in Malibu, but I’d been high as a fucking kite on both occasions. I wasn’t now, and I knew better.
Or maybe I didn’t.
I slid my hand from his quad to his inner thigh, dragging my pinky finger over his fly before cupping his package. The angle was off, but I could feel his cock swell under my fingers, slowly stretching the denim. Oh, wow…he was big.
My nostrils flared as I closed my fingers around his girth. “Like this?”
“Use your other hand.”
Gulp. That would have required me to turn and mold my chest to his biceps while leaning heavily into his side…my hand on his hard dick.
I did it.
My hand shook as I jacked him through his jeans, rubbing my fingers firmly along his length. “Better?”
He met my gaze. “Take it out.”
That whoosh in my ears was a fucking helicopter now. I was under a powerful spell, and this was a slippery slope. I could still stop my fall, but…I didn’t want to. After months of floundering, I wanted—no, I needed someone else to take control. To tell me what to do and how to get there. I was tired of doing every damn thing alone.
So I undid his jeans, unzipped his fly, and teased his tip through his cotton briefs before lowering the fabric over his impressive erection.
Jesus, he was gorgeous. Thick, hard, long…all my favorite dick adjectives. I swiped my thumb over his slit, smearing precum as I pumped his shaft. He rested his head against the seat and watched me through hooded eyelids.
His cock pulsed in my hand, thickening with each stroke. I wanted to ask if he liked it and if I was doing okay…as if I needed his approval. That wasn’t me. Sexually speaking, I was exceedingly self-confident. I’d been perfecting my bedroom—and backseat skills—for over half my life. I didn’t need a rating; I knew I excelled at this.
But I wanted to hear him moan.
“Can I suck you?” I whispered.
Graham shook his head no and tugged at my fingers. “Sit on my lap.”
My eyebrows shot up. I was a few inches shorter than him, but I wasn’t a freaking contortionist. This wouldn’t work. If I managed to get there, I’d need help standing upright again. Help! I have an erection and I can’t get off! Talk about embarrassing.
But he kissed my knuckles and for whatever reason, that swoony gesture was all the encouragement I needed.
I climbed atop him, straddling his thighs. Graham grabbed my ass and tilted his hips, grinding his bare shaft against my denim-covered one. I gasped at the delicious friction and braced my hands on his shoulders. Oh, fuck, that was hot. I wanted more.
I set my hand on my belt buckle. “Can I…?”
“Please do.”
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and lowered my jeans over my ass. My dick sprang from my briefs and hit him square in the chest. He gave a low chuckle as he wrapped his fingers around me and jerked me like a pro.
My lashes fluttered and my eyeballs rolled in their sockets as he took both of us in hand. “Oh, yes, that’s…yes.”
The warm, tight press of our rigid cocks in his firm grip felt fucking amazing, but there was no denying the element of danger at play. Jacking off with a stranger in a moving SUV as we neared our destination added a hazy, sensual layer that excited me like nothing had in ages. My balls drew up, and that familiar zing of pleasure tingled along my spine. I was close.