“You bit me? I’ve turned you into a little devil.”
She breaks away and looks at me with heavy eyes and a lazy smile. I love that look on her, especially when I’m the reason for it in the first place.
Fuck. Love? Really, Liam?
“Didn’t you hear? To play with devils, you need to become one.” Her lips crash against mine, our teasing nature gone as our tongues stroke one another. Teeth clash and lips swell. It’s a whole fucking erotic display, with heavy breathing and groping.
Her fingers undo the button of my pants. “I need you. Now.”
“Right now?” The words leave my lips in a wheeze. I haven’t had sex in a car since I was a teen, let alone in a fucking Wrangler where anyone can pass by. I pull away from her and assess the situation, which I probably should’ve done the moment Sophie planted herself on my lap like a goddamn present. An empty lot greets me like a blessing sent from above.
“Fuck it.” My fingers become greedy fuckers, tugging at her jean shorts and underwear, sliding them down her smooth legs. She follows my lead and pulls down my shorts with my help.
“I act like a fucking teenager around you,” I grumble into her hair, breathing in her intoxicating smell.
She laughs, the hoarse sound sending a rush of pleasure straight to my dick. I line myself up, pre-cum dripping from my tip, edginess creeping up my spine at the idea of fucking Sophie in a car where anyone can see.
“Wait. Condom!” Her breathy voice echoes in my head.
“Shit!” Condom? Motherfucking condom! When in the ever-loving hell have I ever gotten so caught up in fucking someone I forgot a condom.
Holy fucking shit. I stare at my dick in disbelief, wrapping my head around the situation, as if staring at it will solve my distress.
Sophie ignores my panic, shifting away from me to grab her purse as she searches for the solution to our problem.
Rule number one of F1: do not fuck girls without condoms. Racers don’t need kids and baby mama drama. No one wants to end up like Noah’s dad with a model sinking her claws into him for a monthly check.
But this is Sophie. She wouldn’t do that to me, manipulating me for her gain. I’ve known her for almost a whole F1 season already. We’re friends. Sure, with benefits, but friends nonetheless. And if something were to ever happen, I’d never believe it was intentional on her end.
Right?
Of course, right. I’m a fucking idiot, questioning if she would do that.
“Found it! I should really, really clean out this purse. I think this one was from my university orientation or something but looks good.”
She runs her hand down my shaft, my dick pulsing at her caress. Her finger swipes away at the pearly drop at the tip before she sucks on the pad.
“Fuck me.” I barely function around her when she gets this way, acting like my hellion through and through.
“That’s the plan!” She laughs to herself.
I recognize the brand as she rips at the foil. “That’s not going to fit me. Are you trying to cut off my dick’s circulation?”
She rolls her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t insult my size, woman.”
“If I wanted someone cocky, I could have dated Noah.” She taunts me with a mischievous smile.
“I’ll show you someone cocky. Right fucking now. You’re on birth control, right?”
She bobs her head up and down. “For like the past five years.”
“Care to ditch the condom that sure as fuck won’t fit me anyway? We’re both clean, right?”
What the fuck am I doing? Thinking with my cock, that’s for sure.
Sophie denies anything and agrees, and with one swift motion, I plunge myself inside of her. She takes in a sharp breath, her head dropping back, the tips of her blonde hair tickling my thighs.
My eyes shut because, fuck, this feels amazing. Never in my life have I had sex without a condom, the feel of her a motherfucking nirvana. I don’t move, let alone think.
Sophie slowly lifts, drawing my attention to my glistening dick. I’m in a trance. Her warmth, her body, every-fucking-thing. My body sings as she lowers herself again. She fucks me up on the inside while she rides my cock, her body arching as her eyes close.
My mind numbs, my spine tingles, and my toes curl. All sensations fire off inside as she fucks me into oblivion. I used to joke with her about breaking her, but at this moment, I realize I’m the one breaking little by little at her hand.
My fingers grip her thighs, strong enough to leave marks, but I can’t control myself. I find the curve of her neck and tease her.