I snort, pluck it from his fingers, and toss his wallet onto the seat beside us.
My breath catches slightly as I help him, surprise flickering through me at just how big he is. Nerves twist with excitement in my stomach.
I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and start to work, and his head tips back, jaw tightening.
“Lola,” he groans, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m already on the edge just watching you. And I need to make you come on my dick tonight.”
A small giggle slips out of me, nerves and adrenaline colliding, and his dark eyes snap back to mine.
“I’m not joking, firefly,” he says. “You’re dangerous.”
I swallow, pushing my hair from my face. “What about if you came down my throat? Don’t you want that?”
“Fuck,” he hisses softly.
“Baby, please,” he whimpers, leaning in for a kiss.
And suddenly the power shifts, just a little, and the way his voice drops sends heat rushing through me all over again.
“A man who begs. I like this,” I murmur against his lips.
His hand fists in my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle as he deepens the kiss.
“I’ll beg for your sweet pussy, Lola,” he whispers. “But remember…”
He takes the condom from my hand and finishes putting it on himself.
“…I’m still in charge here.”
He winks, hands sliding to my waist as he guides me closer, his voice softer now.
“That’s it,” he says. “Easy, darlin’. I got you.”
He lines his dick up after sliding it over my aching pussy. I hold onto him and take a deep breath as I lower myself onto him.
“Oh, my God.” I cry out as he thrusts his hips up.
His fingers tighten at my throat, while his other hand digs into my ass as he takes control completely, every movement confident and overwhelming, leaving no room for doubt about who’s leading this.
He moves with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs, like he’s trying to consume every reaction, every sound, every breath I give him. When his mouth crashes against mine, heat explodes through me so violently I nearly lose it right there.
And when his palm lands against my ass again, my body melts even further against him. To the point I can barely breathe. Hunter owns this moment. Owns me in it. Every powerful movement pulls another cry of his name from my throat, over and over, until I’m not chasing pleasure anymore, I’m desperate for it.
“Fuck… fuck,” he groans against my ear, voice rough with restraint hanging by a thread.
I lean forward, teeth sinking into his shoulder, and a growl rips from his chest in response. His hand fists in my hair, guiding me back, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“You’re close,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin. “I can feel it. Fuck, Lola. So tight.”
My whole body trembles, every nerve stretched tight.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders.
The command leaves no room for argument, and this time I don’t even think about pushing back. I obey, and his hand wraps around my wrists, holding them easily.
“I need to come, Hunter,” I gasp. “Please… please.”
His mouth claims mine, stealing the words from me, and everything fractures.