Her?
Oh.
Her as in Xanthe.
I chuckle against her neck, whether at the reins Denise is giving me or the fact that she seriously thinks that I want anyone but her.
Guess I’m just going to have to prove it to her.
Again and again. Then maybe once more just to be sure she understands that I’m hers.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Stryker.”
I press her deeper into the cold glass of the window, my finger slowly slipping into the warmth of her pussy. Tight and wet and all mine. The both of us groan.
Denise rests her forehead against the window, eyes closed and hot breath fogging up the glass. I don’t give her much time to adjust before I slip in another finger.
Her hips rock against my hand and car door, leaving me all too tempted to flip her around and watch her ride my thigh but that would mean I’d have to pull my fingers away from her warmth.
Next time,I tell myself.
If she lets me touch her again, I’d beg and plead to watch her fall apart that way but as for right now, I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing circles against her clit.
Her nails dig into my forearm, keeping me close and I let her because I want that too.
“You gonna mark me up, Princess?” My breaths are shallow against her shoulder. “Let everyone know I’m yours?”
She frantically nods her head. “You’re mine.”
I can’t help but give her another finger and grind my own hips into the curve of her ass.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m fucking yours.”
My name slips past her lips as a whine while I fuck her with my fingers and grind into her from behind, still clothed. She comes with my name on her lips and nails digging into my skin. My fingers slowly pump in and out a few more times, helping her ride it out.
She turns her head so that she’s facing me and her cheek is resting on the window. I take her lips in mine, gentler than before. I can’t help but smile against her lips.
I like the sound of being hers.
Now if I could just get her to be mine.
“What?” Denise chuckles, voice soft and dazed.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
She whines as I gently take my fingers out and slightly pull away from her. “Turn around for me.”
I’m surprised when she does so without a smart remark or putting up a fight. I bring my fingers up, the ones that were just inside of her, and tap her bottom lip, giving her a silent command. She parts her lips, her tongue swirling around my fingers, licking herself up. I don’t dare to look away from the sight, but not wanting her to have all the fun, I slip my fingers out of her mouth and put them into mine.
I close my eyes and groan.
And maybe I’m being a little dramatic—
Actually, no I don’t think I am. Denise tastes fucking heavenly.
So much so that I drop to my knees in front of her, earning a startled laugh from her.
“What are you doing, Callahan?”