“It’s your fault,” she hissed. “You in that damn good guy suit. With your damn first date and your damn ‘I saw these and thought of you’ earrings.”
She was rocking subtly against the thrusts of my hand, her thighs straining to stay open. My fingers were coated in her wet. I added just a little more pressure with my thumb and it was like pulling a trigger.
She closed her eyes and I had the privilege of feeling everything inside her locking down hard before releasing. Lina went off like a firework on my fingers, making me feel like a goddamn hero. I kept pumping into her, kept swiping my thumb over that sensitized bud. Her legs shook and she leaned heavily into me as she came and came and came.
I jammed my other palm against my erection, praying I wasn’t as close to blowing as it felt like I was.
“Oh fuck,” Lina said, still panting, still gripping my fingers inside her.
“Your cheesecake and your check,” the waiter said.
“Am I reading this wrong, or are you pissed off?” Lina asked me as I slid behind the wheel of her car.
I’d had to half drag, half carry her to the parking lot because her legs were still shaking from my finger fucking. Thankfully, Nolan had been in the restroom and missed our escape.
“I’m not mad,” I snapped. I still had her wetness on my hand, a fact that wasn’t helping my fucking situation.
“I was only teasing you. I didn’t mean for it to go so far. But damn, hotshot. You continue to surprise me.”
“Baby, the only thing that’s mad right now is my dick at how fucking far we are from home.”
I could feel the pulse of it hammering in my head. How the hell was I supposed to last the thirty-minute drive home?
“Ohhhhhh.” She drew out the word as I shifted into gear and stomped on the accelerator. The car fishtailed as I pulled out of the parking lot and hit the road.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Nolan?” she asked.
My answer was a growl. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I was worried I’d lose my fucking mind. She’d spread so wide for me. Come so hard. In a restaurant full of people. Now I had a zipper tattooed on my shaft.
“I think I can help with that,” she said, releasing her seat belt.
“What are you doing?” I demanded harshly. “Put your seat belt back on.”
“But if I do that, I can’t do this.”
She reached across the console, and when her fingers closed around my belt, I knew I was in serious trouble.
I sucked in a breath as my cock turned to motherfucking granite.
“Angelina,” I warned.
Those nimble fingers had my belt and fly open in seconds. “You’re not going to abide all the laws tonight, are you?” she teased.
“Take off your bra,” I snapped as I eased up on the accelerator.
“I’m not wearing one.” She relayed this information just as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing erection.
“Goddammit!”
“Just keep your eyes on the road, hotshot.”
That was going to be impossible. Especially after I hooked my right hand in the neckline of her dress and yanked it down so I could see those perfect breasts.
With a wicked smile, she lowered her head into my lap. The second those hot lips spread over my crown, I was a goner. That hot tongue, that slick mouth, the way she gripped me in her tight fist. Angelina Solavita was going to deliver a religious experience.
I groaned, long and ragged as she used her mouth and hand on me. Confined by my pants, the seat belt, the steering wheel, I couldn’t do anything but let her work me. The lonely, moonlit highway stretched out before us, but I barely saw it.
My attention was stolen by the hot mouth on my cock.
I shoved a hand under her just to grab a handful of bare breast. Her moan vibrated down my shaft. The back of my head was drilling itself into the seat. My knees pressed outward against the door on one side and the console on the other.
She’d hit the perfect rhythm and I knew I was about to lose my mind and my load. The release was churning dangerously in my balls, causing them to tighten.
“Fuck.”
I wanted to thrust. I wanted to move. But I couldn’t.
Without warning, Lina’s mouth popped off my erection. She peeked up at me with an arched eyebrow and red, wet lips. “Seriously, hotshot? Thirty-five in a fifty-five?”
I grabbed her none too gently by the hair and pushed her back down in my lap. “Shut up and suck, baby.”
The second her mouth hit my dick, I jerked the wheel to the right and pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. It took some maneuvering to downshift around her, but I managed to bring us to a complete stop. Dumping the car into neutral, I pulled the parking brake. The dust was still rising around us when I hit the lever on my seat to recline.
Both of my hands came to her head and I set the pace. She scrambled farther over the console, her tits bouncing in the light of the dash, her mouth never leaving my shaft.
It was building.
I wanted to warn her, but I couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t even draw in the breath required to form them. In a way, this was how the panic felt. But this was a world away. This was something I’d give up everything for. Lina was someone I’d give up everything for.
On that terrifying thought, I ejaculated hard. It raced up my shaft like fire and burst free into her waiting mouth. I must have shouted. I must have hit the gas pedal because the engine revved into the red line. I was fisting her hair in a too-tight grip, but I couldn’t seem to stop. Not as long as I was coming.
It was endless. Her mouth sucked me off, capturing every spurt of my release as if she couldn’t live without it.
“Baby,” I panted, collapsing back against my seat.
Her mouth stayed fastened to the sensitive tip until I tugged her up. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were big and glassy. Her full tits swayed hypnotically with each breath she sucked in. Her mouth, that fucking mouth, was swollen and rosy and wet.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
Hooking her under the arms, I dragged her across the console into my lap and tucked her head into my chest. She curled into me, both of us breathing like we’d just sprinted a mile.
“Jesus, baby. You should have to register that mouth of yours as a weapon,” I said.
She let out a low, sultry laugh. “Consider it payback for making me come in the middle of a restaurant.”
I stroked a hand over her hair. “Don’t know about you, but I’d say this was a pretty successful first date.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a second one.”
I palmed her breast and squeezed. “We’ll order in,” I decided.
It was right about then that I noticed the flashing lights in the rearview mirror.
“Fuck.”
THIRTY-NINE
THE GANG’S ALL HERE
Lina
“You’re a bad influence,” Nash complained, fumbling with his keys.
“At least it was only Nolan,” I reminded him as I waited for him to unlock his apartment door.
Nash’s U.S. marshal babysitter had been none too pleased to return from the restaurant bathroom to find us gone. He’d only found the situation slightly funnier when he walked up to the driver’s side window. It hadn’t taken a brain surgeon to know what we’d been up to.