9. Dutton
CHAPTER 9
Dutton
D id she say what I think she did? I immediately pull over and turn to face her. She smiles at me, and I don’t think she meant it because she likes to toy with me. However, I take it very seriously especially since this little vixen has been haunting my dreams, unsolicited, for the last two weeks.
“You want me to fuck you with my mouth, Posie?”
She shrugs casually. “Was just a question.”
Not only do I want to uncover her association with the Boston Delinquents, but I’ve also never met a person who so easily says no to me, but she also equally intrigues me. And every time she challenges me, I want to see how far I can push her. How much is she able to take before she crumbles?
“Get in the back,” I order as I get out of the car. I pull open the back door, and she’s staring at me in disbelief. I’m not wasting any fucking time on this invitation as I impatiently wait outside the car, parked beside a bush.
“There are cars driving past; we’re on a busy street,” she blurts, shocked.
I parked behind a bush that half hides the car, and I silently dare her to eat her own words. If she pushes me, I’ll push right back and play whatever little daring game she thinks she’s toying at.
“And you will be lying on the back seat where no one can see you, so climb back here and drop your jeans. Don’t worry; the windows are tinted, and the car is bulletproof.”
Her mouth drops open as if she’s about to ask me about it being bulletproof, but instead, she settles for, “Are you usually this demanding?”
She’s still not moving, and I lick my lips, restraining myself from dragging her over the seat. This woman tests my patience like it’s her favorite fucking game.
“Do you plan to move, or am I going to move you myself?” I ask because fuck if I’m not tasting her after she instigated it. My patience can only last so long until she realizes there are consequences to her taunting me.
“You don’t fuck employees,” she reluctantly states, and I can see her inner struggle. She most likely didn’t think I’d take her up on the offer. She thought she’d get another jab at me. She thought fucking wrong.
“I’m fucking you with my mouth, not my cock,” I clarify. Semantics. “Do you often go back on your word?” I challenge because I know this woman, under no circumstances, will let me have the upper hand in this mental wargame she likes to play.
She swallows, still staring at me, then quietly says, “Okay,” before undoing her seat belt and climbing between the two front seats. The moment she lands in the back, she looks at me, and I dare say it might be the first and only time I see a degree of nervousness in her expression. “This is a bad idea.”
“Sounds like a win-win to me. You need a release, and I get a taste of you.”
I graze my callused hand over her inner thigh all the way down to her ankle, where I yank her possessively towards me as I stand outside the door. She sucks in a sharp breath when she comes to a halt, half hanging out of the car while I’m looming over her like a monster waiting to pounce in the dark. She looks over my shoulder at the bush behind me.
“No one will see you. Now, lie down.” I nudge her back, and she slowly lowers to the soft leather.
In what I assume is disbelief, she laughs to herself as she lifts her hips and shimmies off her jeans. “This is so bizarre. I don’t even like you.”
“You like me enough to want my mouth on your cunt,” I point out.
“That’s true,” she agrees as she pushes her jeans to her ankles. I help remove them as I drop to my knees, undisturbed by the wet grass. Then I start exploring, my hands grazing over her long, smooth legs. I smile, staring at that ridiculous shirt that says, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”
I keep my gaze on her golden eyes, not wanting her to look away, as I run my hands up her inner thighs. Her body’s tense and I notice the small telltale signs of her apprehension.
My life revolves around sex, noticing people’s subtle shifts in mood, and discovering and exploiting their pleasure is what I specialize in. I reach the curve of her hip and black panties and then pause.
“Are you sure?” I ask. She doesn’t look away as she swallows and nods her head. I still don’t break eye contact as I lean down and kiss her through her panties. I swirl my tongue against the material, licking between her folds and circling her swollen bud. She looks transfixed. I lick deeper, and a small moan escapes her lips, and her hips tilt up to meet my wet stroke.
I smirk, quite enjoying how responsive her body is. I push her panties to the side and slide a finger between her folds. The moment I slip my finger inside her, her head tips back.
“Don’t look away,” I demand. Her head snaps back to attention. Once I have her gaze locked on me again, I begin to play with her, pumping into her with long, leisurely strokes.
Another small moan escapes her, and I can’t help but dip my gaze to her lips. Lips I’ve been watching all night. When she spoke, when she took a drink from her champagne flute, and when she laughed. I imagined what they might look like around my cock.
Fuck.
My cock is painfully pressing against my pants. Her hips tilt up to meet my second finger as she slowly begins to ride my hand.
“Posie,” I growl, noticing her attention starting to waver as she looks from my face to where my fingers are fucking her. I want her to know exactly who’s making her come undone.
“Hmmm?” she replies in a haze, her gaze shifting back up.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?” I ask, placing a kiss on her folds. Her hips immediately raise—needy little thing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve so desperately wanted a woman to shatter into pieces because of me. In spite of me. And I fucking love knowing that as much as she wants it, she can’t stand me, and this fact alone makes it all the more rewarding.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her legs immediately spread wider as the light from a passing car filters into the back seat. I hold one of her thighs down, stroking the inside so she isn’t distracted from what I’m doing to her. I continue pumping my fingers into her tight pussy.
I don’t want to think of any man who was here before me, but I’m sure as hell going to destroy her for every man after. A woman like this deserves to be worshipped.
She tastes like everything I thought she would and more.
And now I have a problem. I want more.
I need fucking more.
I’m going to make sure she breaks into a million pieces all over my tongue so I can selfishly get my fill of her sweet cunt.
Motivation aside, this woman is fucking beautiful, and I want to break her from the inside out. I want to claim every inch and patiently wait until she comes crawling back, begging for me to take her.
“Fuck,” she says breathlessly as she grabs the front seat in a tight grip. Sliding my finger between her folds, I suck on her clit as I bring another finger to her entrance.
“Oh gosh,” she pants as I slip a third digit inside her. She moans as I continue to pump my fingers into her. Like a good girl, she still hasn’t looked away, and I get the pleasure of watching her face contort in ecstasy.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers as she grips the hand still holding her thigh. It’s as if she needs to anchor herself while her slender fingers tighten around mine. Another moan escapes her as I take another deep lick.
“Oh fuck.” She sounds like she’s about to cry, and I eagerly stare, unblinking, waiting for her to shatter.
Lights begin to flash outside the car, but neither of us pays them any attention.
“Oh fuck.” She moans as her legs try to clamp around my head. Her sharp nails dig into my hand as she comes undone. I devour her, licking up every drop, my cock pressing painfully hard against my pants, wanting to be slathered in her juices.
Fuck, she tastes so sweet.
So opposite to her scathing, poisonous tongue.
My spine tingles the moment I realize we’re not alone.
“Is there an issue here?” a male’s voice asks as they walk towards the car.
Posie freezes, and immediately, her knee crashes into my face as she tries to sit up. I growl in irritation, not yet having my fill as I lick my lips and adjust my jaw. She got me good, and I’ll have to be mindful if there’s a bruise there tomorrow.
She’s frantically grabbing at her jeans, and I can’t help but smirk at the once-composed Posie, who is now in a fluster because she’s been caught—literally with her pants down.
She’s holding the jeans to cover herself as I smirk and turn to greet the officer who interrupted my new guilty pleasure. I make sure to block his view of her, smug in the way she’s clearly embarrassed. It feels like a victory in itself against this sharp-tongued vixen who’s always so defiant.
“Hello, Officer.” His hand is on his belt, but the moment he realizes who I am, he’s floundering.
“Oh. Mr. Taylor. Car trouble?” he asks, glancing at the car, then back to me. I lean against it and hit the side of it.
I recognize him from one of my father’s shops. He buys a lot of lingerie for his wife. And mistress.
“No, just a bit of lady trouble,” I curtly explain.
He nervously laughs and tries to peek over my shoulder. I shoot a glance in Posie’s direction. She’s still on her back, holding her jeans on her stomach, eyes wide as she stares at the ceiling. I try not to laugh while keeping my shoulders where they are so the officer can’t see her.
“Okay, well, this is a traffic hazard, so I’ll have to ask you to move it along.”
Still looking at Posie, I smile, and I can tell by the expression on her face that if she had a gun, she would’ve shot me more than once already. I can’t help but antagonize her further.
“You heard the man; put your pants on and get back in your seat,” I tell her.
She gasps, mortified, and tries to wiggle her pants on.
“Goodnight,” the officer says and walks back to his patrol car. When I turn back to Posie, I see her climbing into the front seat and buckling up quickly. When I’m behind the wheel, I adjust my cock and then triumphantly drive her home while she gives me the silent treatment.
I’m surprised that I want to uncover more about this woman, including her past and connections. Still, I seem to be failing miserably because instead, I get distracted by wanting to punish her for her smart mouth and the curiosity to feel her every curve.
Fuck, I have become no better than an ordinary man.
I’m not usually susceptible to these things.
But, fuck, she tastes fantastic.