She grinned despite the storm raging within us both. “Is this the part where you convince me to sleep with you?”
Looking around, I realized we were completely hidden from the rest of the world. I could bend her over the bench and hike up that gown. No one would ever know. Tragic.
“When you’re ready to be fucked, you won’t need much convincing, kitten.”
Her gaze narrowed, and I had the feeling she was pissed about being turned down. “But you were so sure it would be tonight.”
“Maybe you weren’t the only one needing to be seduced.”
“So tonight was a test?”
Rather than answer, I slipped my phone from my pocket and checked the time. Shit. “It’s almost midnight, Cinderella.” Glancing down, I tried not to smile at her scowl. My wicked witch could be so fucking adorable at times.
“Stop calling me that.”
I paused, and then it was my turn to frown because I couldn’t remember when or even why I started calling her that. It was almost like my subconscious was trying to tell me something. I’m not sure how long I stood there searching for the answers in her blue eyes, but never once did she look away. After a few minutes, I had to accept that I wouldn’t be getting any answers tonight.
What a surprise.
Although I could tell Bee didn’t want to leave, she didn’t fight me when I took her hand and led her back to the front. I slowed my stride when I spotted our nosy as shit friends waiting for us by our limo.
“What the hell do you fuckers want now?” I felt Bee squeeze my hand and rolled my eyes before inquiring much more pleasantly, “I meant, is something wrong?”
“We were just waiting to make sure Barbette didn’t need help hiding your body,” Wren replied. He then gave her a look as if asking whether she’d still like their help.
I didn’t like the way she giggled at his offer, like she wanted to suck his dick or something, so I yanked open the limo door and pushed her inside. “She’s fine, you fucking traitors.” And then I ducked inside the limo, leaving my friends holding their dicks—so to speak.
The moment my ass touched the seat, I pulled her to me and took her chin in my hand. “Don’t laugh at other men’s jokes.”
“Even if I think they’re funny?” she teased.
“Especially if you think they’re funny.”
I could tell that my demand had gone in one ear and out the other. Realizing that I was actually jealous, I pressed my lips against hers, hoping to get rid of the bitter taste of my own medicine.
“Jamie.” She gasped when I finally let her up for air.
“Jesus, Bee. Don’t say my name like that.”
“Or what?” she challenged, but I could tell she was really curious.
“Or I just might fuck you out of that dress.” Kissing my way down her neck, I realized she hadn’t responded as I inhaled her scent like it was nicotine. “Oh, is that what you want?” More silence. Chuckling, I pulled Bee onto my lap until she was straddling my thighs. “Say the word, and I’ll pop your cherry right here and now.”
I was already undoing the tiny buttons on her gown when she finally answered. “No…” My fingers paused on the last button, but the look in her eyes had my dick rocking up in my pants. “But I do want you to make me come.”
“OH, YOU DO, DO YOU?”
I didn’t get the chance to respond to his taunt before he was shoving down the top of my gown. The cool air from the limo brushed my nipples, making them harden even more. I was still wondering when he’d gotten all those buttons undone when his finger slowly traced my spine, setting my bare skin on fire. I wanted him to touch me all over, but in the confines of this limo and with the little time we had until I was home, I knew that wouldn’t be possible.
Suddenly, his head lowered, and my lips parted from shock and anticipation as I watched his tongue dart out and then lazily flick my nipple.
When his head lifted, my hands curled around his nape as I guided him toward the other. This time, when his tongue thrashed my nipple, he didn’t stop until I was gasping. Only then did his lips finally close around the bud, making my back arch as he suckled.
I had no idea before this moment how sensitive my breasts were and how ruthlessly Jamie would use the knowledge to his advantage.
By the time he finally lifted his head, I was a writhing, sopping mess.
“Jamie,” I whimpered. “It’s too much.” Any moment now, I’d burn, and when he was done with me, there’d be nothing left.
Chuckling, he fingered my nipple as he defiantly met my gaze. “Tell me to stop,” he challenged. Even though I was trembling in his lap, we both knew there was no chance of that. “No?” he continued to taunt. “Then tell me how bad you want it.”
“Please.” I moaned without shame or hesitation.
“Good, but not great,” he replied. “Harder, Bee. You can beg better than that.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I couldn’t even remember when I’d closed them. Jamie was watching me, his brown eyes twin pools of flame, and I knew then that he was as desperate for this as I was.
“Suck me, and maybe I’ll suck you.”
As he caressed my bottom lip with the tip of his finger, his gaze darkened as he pondered my offer. “And just how long have you wanted to get my dick between those lips?”
From the moment I realized I would never be over you.
“Shit or get off the pot, Jameson,” was what I said instead.
His pierced brow rising was the only answer I got before his head lowered, and he cruelly sank his teeth into the top of my breast, making me cry out. At the same time, I could feel my clit throbbing almost violently and my toes curling.
This was all before his lips even closed around my nipple.
He worshipped them both, suckling and lashing with his tongue until my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. I was vaguely aware of him fumbling to get underneath my gown. I waited with bated breath for the moment his fingers found my neat strip of strawberry curls, and he made an approving sound. I was running out of air as I waited for his fingers to dip lower, to tease my clit, and maybe fuck me with those cruel, talented fingers.
My lips parted, ready to beg like he wanted when I’d been too proud just moments ago, but then he was shoving the hem of my gown up, bunching the heavy material around my waist.
His hands moved away, and I eagerly held my skirt up while he undid his pants before shoving them, along with his boxers, down to his thighs. I couldn’t see his dick in the dark, but when he reached out and grabbed my hand, curling it around him, I realized he was a monster in every way. Jamie’s cock was thick, warm, and impossibly long. And he was so hard I could feel each of the veins running the length of his dick.
“You have no idea how much I want you to sit on it,” he whispered.
Hearing the desperation in his voice, I lifted my hips. Virgin or not, I was ready to throw caution to the wind and stuff my pussy with every inch. Just as I felt his cock parting my lower lips, his hand was suddenly between my legs, cupping me.
“Appreciate the gesture, kitten, but I don’t think your little pussy could take it.”
I didn’t think so either, but I was more than eager to try. As if sensing my determination, his hand started to move away, but at the last moment, I felt his middle finger teasing my clit until my eyes fluttered, and I was leaking all over his hand.