Honestly, I never pegged her for a temptress, but she wears it well.
“You’re making it hard to be a gentleman.” My words come out like a growl.
She moves her hips in a slow circle, her eyes closing, lips parting at the friction. “It feels good. It’s been so long since I felt good.”
The statement comes out almost absentminded, like she’s not even aware she’s said it, and I file the information away to examine at another time. The next time she circles into me, I surge up, rocking into her while gripping her hips.
At the pleasure, I bare my teeth. “I could make you feel good.”
“Yes.” She groans.
My head falls back against the seat as she works her hips. “I want to do the right thing here.”
“Me too.” She moves faster, her body insistent.
Our harsh breathing fills the air, steaming up the windows and turning them opaque. I slide my hands up her rib cage, stroking my thumbs over the curve of her breasts. “How long’s it been since a man’s touched you?”
“Too long.” She’s panting now, using my cock where it feels the best.
I’m not stopping this the way I should, but my restraint is still intact. I won’t fuck her, but to her point, if she’s already going to be embarrassed, it might as well be for something good. And if she can make herself come, who am I to stop her?
She surges into me.
I brush over her beaded nipples.
She gasps. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“No.” I thrust up, wishing to fucking God there wasn’t a barrier between us.
“Why not?” Her voice is full of pout.
“Because if I do, I’ll take control of this situation, and I won’t stop.” I continue to stroke, toying with her until she keens. “You might want me to fuck you now, but you won’t in the morning, and that’s not my style.”
“What.”Pant. “Is.”Pant. “Your style?”
I slip under her tank, flick my fingers over the clasp of her bra and peel the cups away. My fingers play over her puckered flesh. “Honey, if I fuck you, you’re going to want more in the morning, not to run away in mortification.”
“More.” Her hips move faster once I start rubbing her nipples, pulling and tugging. Making her throb.
I increase my pressure, watching every nuance of pleasure rush across her features in the moonlight. The cab is rocking, the bench creaking under our weight.
Any restraint I possess is seriously fraying, and my self-destructive streak starts to weave tentacles through my resolve. She needs to get off. I need to see it before we’re through.
I grit out, “Can you come like this?”
“I don’t know.” Her head shakes. “I want to so bad.”
I lift her shirt, stripping it off and tossing it on the seat next to me before covering her nipple with my mouth.
She gasps and leans back, gripping my neck, pulling me closer.
I lave her with my tongue. Her movements grow frantic and hasty, losing all rhythm as her need to orgasm becomes more urgent. I can tell she’s fighting to get there, that as good as this feels, it’s not quite enough, and she’s growing desperate.
I’m at the edge of breaking. I’m not sure how much more I can manage without just sayingfuck itand taking her.
But I’m sober enough to know that would be a drastic mistake. My control hanging by a thread, I lift my head and whisper against her skin. “Let me help you.”
I unbutton her shorts, sliding down the zipper. My fingers trail over her soft, flat stomach and into her panties. I curse when I find her wet and swollen.