I unwrap her hair from around my fist, and they fall back on her shoulder. “Fuck, Rainbow. Just look at you. Sitting on your knees for me, your mouth looking well and truly ravaged by my cock, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. If I were an artist, you’d be my perfect muse,” I express, caressing a hand down her head.
Her mouth falls open at my words. And so does mine, because what in the ever-loving fuck am I saying? One blow job from her and I’m suddenly fucking Shakespeare.
Shaking my head and clearing it of any weird thoughts, I train my eyes back on her and ask her the question I’ve been dying to.
“Do you want to come on my cock, Andie?”
Twenty Two
Andie
Noah drives like a man on a mission the second we get inside his car.
Or like a lunatic.
The jury is still out on that one.
After rushing back to our spot and packing all our stuff, we hurried to his car. Just when I was about to climb into the driver’s seat, he enveloped my body from behind, softly clicking the door shut, though the vibration in his body told me he was anything but.
Snatching the car keys from me, hesaid, “I love it when you take charge, Andie. But if I don’t get us home in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to bend you and fuck you right over the hood of my car.”
My breath hitched, not entirely hating the idea. Clearly, I can’t be trusted to make rational decisions right now.
He leaned down, biting the lobe of my ear. “Though the idea of fucking you from behind is tempting,” he said, mirroring my thoughts, “that’s not what I want for your first time.”
This man was thinking about me even when he was hanging on by a thread. Every time I think he couldn’t be more considerate and sweet, he proves me wrong.
Now, we’re practically flying on the highway, racing against time to get home as he blows a horn for every car that comes in our way.
I squirm in my seat, all hot and bothered, seeing him drive so recklessly, so desperate to be with me. It gives me the confidence boost I needed. No man can fake so much interest—not even the most experienced ones.
The air in the car is so flushed and thick with tension that my throat goes dry, and when I gulp, I can still taste him on my tongue—warm,musky, and so masculine.
His dirty words still echo in my ears, enough to give me a mini orgasm every time I think about them.
And the size of him—my God, I don’t know how he’ll fit. I feel my body heat up just at the thought of his length anywhere near my core, and said core in question flutters, dampening my already soaked panties.
Noah doesn’t look my way the entire ride, his reason being ‘If I look at you right now, we’re not reaching home. And I really need you under me on abed.’
Yeah, that shut me right up. I guessed he was bossy, but damn, his bossiness knows no bounds.
We’re about to round the corner to his penthouse street when suddenly something small rushes in front of our car. It causes Noah to push the brake so hard that if it weren’t for the seatbelt, we’d surely be flying out of the front glass with the way the car comes to a sudden screeching halt on the asphalt.
Noah’s hand flies out and presses against my chest to reduce the sudden jolt. For a second, the entirety of my life flashes in front of my eyes.
“Motherfucker!”
“Berries on a cake!”
Curses leave our lips as we slump back in our seats, our chests heaving, eyes wide. Noah’s hands are instantly on me, checking for injuries. “Are you all right? Did you get hurt?” Panic laces his voice.
I take his hands in mine, grasping his chin and making him look at me. “I’m fine. We’re fine,” I assure him softly, caressing his cheek.
He leans into my palm and heaves a relieved breath as if he needed me to say that. “Good. Good. That’s good.”
Then, as if remembering why we halted, his eyes flare with anger. “What the fuck was that?” he growls as he opens the car door, anger radiating from his body in waves.
I’m not far behind him as I hop out, too. I’m so glad that this road wasn’t too busy, or else it could’ve been a far more serious accident with severe injuries.