“That your final question?” I take a sip of her water.
She nods her head yes as she drags her teeth over her bottom lip.
“Sweetheart, you’ve got about three seconds before you feel me against your leg.” I glance down at her hands on my thighs but it’s already too late. My cock throbs with need as it threatens to rip through my pants.
She looks up at me before releasing my thighs. “Stop avoiding my question or take the shot.” She points with a nod of her chin to where it sits on the bar.
“I don’t like tequila,” I say as I reach out, grabbing her behind the neck and pulling her to me forcefully.
I press my lips to hers but she’s too stunned to move. I lean back a few inches, my mouth hovering over hers. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” She obeys and I kiss her again. This time I don’t hold back.
I sweep my tongue into her mouth, once, twice, three times. Each time I go deeper. I don’t let myself linger though. I know if I don’t break the kiss now, I’ll have her in the bathroom bent over the counter in about five seconds.
“Now, let’s go home,” I say, tossing a few bills on the bar and grabbing her hand to lead her out to the waiting car.
The night air has cooled. I pull Margot close to me as we exit the bar and slide into the back of the car. I can’t tell if she’s tired or starting to sober up, but she’s dead silent. Worry creeps in and I wonder if I may have pushed her too far too quickly tonight.
But just as we pull into traffic she turns toward me, pulling her dress up and silently climbing into my lap to straddle me. I reach over, sliding the divider up so Phil doesn’t feel uncomfortable.
“What are you doing?” I ask as she settles on my lap. Warmth radiates from between her thighs.
“Why do you like to grab my throat?”
I reach up and do it. “Because it’s so delicate. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you.” I rub my thumb back and forth over her skin before leaning in and planting a soft kiss. “Your skin is so soft. I wanted to drag my tongue up it the moment I saw you.”
“Ohhhh.” Her moan is barely a whisper as I do just that, dragging my tongue up her neck to her earlobe.
“I knew if I kissed you, I was done. I wouldn’t be able to resist you. That’s why I gripped you so tight, trying to keep distance between us.” I pepper her neck with kisses, my hands falling to her hips, gripping them tightly.
In a single moment, we go from teasing to frenzied touching and kissing. I wind my hand in her hair as I reach up and pull the strap and top of her dress down. She’s not wearing a bra. Her tits bounce free, her rosy-pink nipples hardening in the cool air.
I lean forward as I pull her hair back, hard. She yelps a little as her head falls back, exposing her neck and tits to my mouth as I lavish each nipple with kisses. I swirl my tongue around the hard bud once, twice before sucking it into my mouth. I repeat the process on the other, my hand at her hip pushing her down against my rigid cock.
I lean back as she begins to grind against me. I lean forward again, this time biting down on her nipple till she yells in pain.
“I want to fuck you so hard I split you in two,” I grunt.
She opens her eyes, her hands trembling as she reaches for my belt. She undoes it, going for my zipper next, but I dart my hand out to stop her.
“Not like this,” I say. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, baby; you’ve been drinking.”
She stares at me blankly before moving to fix her dress and climb off me.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to make you come.” I hook her waist and pull her back onto me. I reach up and pull her dress back down as I grab both her tits in my hands, taking them in my mouth, one after the other.
I reach my hand between her thighs. This time I don’t stop. I press my hand against her panties. “Just like I thought, you’re fucking soaked.” I rub my thumb over her. “I want to bury my face in your pussy but I’ll save that for later.”
She whimpers, fucking whimpers, driving me insane. “I want to see your cunt, baby.” I yank her dress up forcefully before pulling her panties to the side. “Fuck me.” I grind my teeth as I look down at her little pink slit, begging to be stuffed.
“Please,” she begs as she paws at me.
“Oh, are you begging me?” I run my thumb up and down her slit a few times, her thighs beginning to quiver.
“Yes, please, please.” She repeats her plea as I slide two fingers inside her.
I’m not gentle. I have no interest in being gentle with her tonight. I glance out the window; we’re nearly home.
“We’ve got about four minutes before we’re home, baby. Let’s see if we can make you squirt.”
“I—I don’t know if I can,” she pants.
I hook my fingers as I find that spot inside her, applying pressure on her lower belly with my other hand. I thrust my fingers inside her as her fingers dig into my biceps.
“You’re certainly aroused enough,” I groan as her juices drip down my fingers.
She’s moaning so loud I know Phil can hear her but I don’t give a shit. I work her over harder and faster, her walls clenching around me as I tease her clit. I clamp my teeth down around her nipple as an animalistic scream erupts from her throat and she clenches my fingers with her pussy.
Her body convulses as an orgasm rips through her. I look down, watching as she squirts all over my shirt. I continue fucking her with my fingers till she rides out the last waves of pleasure and the car comes to a stop in front of the house.
I slide my fingers from her, her body limp against mine. This time, I let myself taste her. I bring my fingers to my mouth, the scent heavenly as I lick them clean.
I can feel the fingers on my other hand digging into her hip. She’ll have a bruise, no doubt. The only thing I can focus on right now is getting her inside and as far away from me as possible before I completely ruin her in this back seat.
15
MARGOT
I feel like I’m floating above my body, watching myself as I fall against Graham’s chest in exhaustion.
I feel him remove his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. His moan is guttural as his fingers dig into my hip so hard I have to hold back tears. I can feel him shaking beneath me. I think he’s going to give in and take me when I hear the back door open and the overhead light comes on.
“Thanks, Phil,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and holding me against him as he climbs out of the car.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my lips resting against his skin. I can taste the saltiness of the sweat on his neck.
The house is completely dark and silent. It’s probably after midnight at this point. I bury my face in him as he carries me up the stairs and down the hall to my room. He stops at my door, sliding my body down his slowly till he steadies me on my feet.
I look down at his shirt. Oh my God, it’s wet! I feel my hand cover my eyes in embarrassment, but he grabs it and pulls it away from my face.
“Don’t,” he whispers before planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
He reaches behind me, opening the door and walking me just inside. I keep walking through the sitting area until I reach the bedroom door, but he doesn’t follow. I turn back around and look at him. He hesitates, then takes a few more steps toward me.