Cara
He spreads my legs roughly, on his knees in front of me in the back of the car. “Are you sure Alonzo can’t hear us?” I hiss at him. My bodyguard’s behind the wheel tonight.
“Soundproof,” he confirms.
“And he won’t stop? The windows are totally tinted?”
“Yes and yes.” His lips work up my inner thigh as my fingers twist into his hair. “Stop talking.”
“It’s hard to shut my mouth with you touching me like that, and we’re in the freaking car, with like a hundred-oh, fuck.” He pushes my panties aside and licks my clit in slow circles. “Ah, okay, I think, yeah, I can try to ignore all that other stuff.”
“Good girl.” He slides his fingers slowly inside of me. “I want you to do nothing but feel me enjoying you, your taste, your moans, everything about your lovely little pussy.”
“Okay, I can do that.” He spreads me wider, fingers moving in and out, curling devilishly, driving me insane. “That definitely helps.” He licks my clit, sucking me, driving me insane. “You’re really hell-bent on spoiling me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he purrs. “Asteraki mu. My wife.” He slides his fingers faster and I’m so soaking wet I can fucking heart hem slicking in and out. God, it’s filthy, so fucking disgusting, and I move my hips in time with his lips and mouth as he licks me.
I’m barreling along the edge. I’m right there, moaning his name. This is so wrong-I’ve never done anything like this before, not with a guy sitting like two feet away on the other side of a privacy screen-but now that Eros’s down there between my legs, I can’t stop. He purrs his delight and that only drives me wild. He’s wining and dining me tonight-no pun intended-and I don’t understand why, but I also don’t care.
It feels good. Not just him licking my clit, but also being out with him, being seen with him.
Being his.
I grip him tight. “Keep going,” I whisper, panting, mouth hanging open. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispers. “I want this, asteraki mu. I want your lovely moans, your taste, your everything. Do you have any idea how proud I am to have you on my arm? God, you fucking kill me.”
“And you kill me too, now shut the hell up because I’m close.” I tilt my head back, gasping. “Fuck, Eros, oh, fuck.”
He sucks me with a fervor, with a passion, fingers doing their dirty work, and I explode against his mouth. I explode in a twitching, drooling mess, my brain a fuzzy wreck, and when I’m done he comes up to kiss me. I kiss him back, greedy for more. He puts his fingers in my mouth and I taste myself on them, licking them clean.
“Good girl,” he says. “Good wife. Very, very good.”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” I grin and bite his lower lip. “I have a feeling you aren’t finished with me.”
“Not even close.” He pulls me into his lap. “Tonight, I am going to treat you like you’re my real wife. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Probably not,” I confess. “But I’m willing to try.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs and kisses me.