Chapter 14 #2
I grip the wheel, my knuckles white. The road ahead is very straight and empty, but I need it to stay that way for however long this lasts because I cannot be responsible for the structural integrity of this truck right now.
Her tongue traces along the underside of me, and I feel it in my spine.
“Adelaide, babe,” I groan, and it comes out rough, nothing like my normal voice.
She hums against me. Doesn’t stop.
“You’re going to—” I lose the sentence. She takes me deeper, then adds suction, and the sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a groan and my name for God. I keep us on the road through some miracle.
“You feel like—” I try again. “When we get home, I’m going to take you apart so slowly—” Her tongue flicks my cock, and the sentence ends there.
I drop one hand from the wheel to the side of her head, not pushing, just touching, because I need the contact.
“Every part of you. I am going to spend hours—”
She goes all the way down, the back of her throat tapping my cock.
I swerve.
Correct. Breathe. Both hands back on the wheel.
“—and you’re going to lose your mind,” I finish on an exhale. “I’m going to watch it happen, and I’m not going to stop—”
Her head is bobbing up and down, taking more of me into that gorgeous mouth, sucking harder, faster. And then I break and explode in her mouth.
I grunt loudly, fighting the urge to shut my eyes as I fill her mouth and she busily swallows every last drop.
My hips buck, and she takes everything without flinching, without pulling back, just working me through all of it with her hand and her mouth.
There’s so much cum filling my Omega, and fuck me, but I love her draining me like this.
After a long moment of me swerving several times across the road, she finally lifts her head, releasing my cock from her mouth. Now, she sits back up and licks her lips, seeming very pleased with herself.
“You taste like pineapple,” she says. “I love them.”
I stare at the road. “That’s—” I stop. “Fuck me, Adelaide. And I always eat pineapples, but all I care about is that you deep-throated me so well, babe, I’m hard again just thinking about you almost choking on my cock.”
She grins. The most satisfied grin I’ve seen on a human face, and I’m dying to draw her into my arms. My balls are tight, my dick so satisfied. I’m floating. I know I am.
Red light ahead. I coast to a stop, and I’m grateful for every traffic light that has ever existed. I tuck myself back in with the dignity of a man doing what needs doing. She watches me with that grin.
“Tell me how wet you are after that?” I ask.
The smirk doesn’t go away, but something changes on her face. Her cheeks and neck are all flushed. Those small nipples are pressing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I fucking crave them.
“I could pull over,” I say.
“Shops first.” But her voice is breathier than it was twenty seconds ago. “We have time.”
“I can barely remember my own name.”
She laughs and adjusts her seat belt.
The light changes, and I pull forward as she settles into her seat. I need to get my blood back above my waist to not pass out. “Not sure I can wait much longer.”
Then she slides her hand slowly up her own thigh, under the edge of the skirt, and my foot almost slips off the break.
Her fingers slip under the elastic of her underwear, and her eyes are on my face. She touches herself, reaching in, and I’m completely mesmerized. I glance at the road, then back at her just as she draws her hand free and reaches across the console.
“Green light,” she says.
I glance up and go. Then she presses two fingers against my lips. They’re wet, and the scent of her pussy is exactly what I’ve been seeking. God help me, but I’m so weak for her.
I grab her hand and push them fully into my mouth, and the taste of her smothers me. Her scent doubles in strength in the cab, and my cock, which I was trying to talk down, abandons all negotiations and is full-blown hard again.
“You are going to break me,” I say against her fingers, then pull them out, still licking them.
“Probably,” she says and takes her hand back. “But I’m also providing help.” She grins so evilly that I know she’s making me suffer on purpose.
With eyes back on the road, we approach the shopping center, which has undercover parking, and I swerve inside. I end up parking in the back corner where there’s privacy and no one else, then I sit in the truck for a beat after I cut the engine. Mostly catching my breath.
“Ready?” she says.
“For you, fuck yes. For shopping, nope.”
She laughs and gets out regardless. I watch her through the windshield, that little skirt, that walk, and I’ve had exactly one sample of this woman, and I am choking on wanting more, which is the worst position to be in at a grocery store.
Now I completely understand Ace’s obsession when he couldn’t find her after the plane.
She’s an addictive aphrodisiac. One taste and you’re completely hooked.
I get out of the truck, straighten my jeans, and adjust my cock before tugging my shirt down to cover any evidence of my state.
She’s already moving, so I hurry to catch up to her. An hour later, I’m carrying bags of her shopping, from snacks to toiletries and clothes. She currently has all the power too, in this situation, and she’s enjoying it.
I stroll alongside her through the large open shopping mall, when she stops suddenly. I stiffen, instantly scanning the area for anyone suspicious.
“Wait.” She turns to me, then stares in the distance. “Is that Ace?”
I follow her gaze to a figure near the far entrance who, yes, disappears around a corner at precisely that moment. “Yep,” I say.
“Why’s he hiding from us?”
“He’s working.” I take another bag from her. “Watching the entrances, checking who’s coming in behind us, making sure nobody’s running surveillance on us. He flags me if there’s a problem.”
She stares at where Ace was. “You actually meant it,” she says, blinking in my direction now. “When you said you’d keep me safe.”
“Meant every word.”
She pinches her lips to the side, and I could swear her eyes are glistening, but she quickly looks away. “Thank you,” she whispers, but I catch it.
She turns and walks into a lingerie store. I’m not sure if it’s to hide her emotions or if she intended to go in there. So I follow her.
The store is softly lit, racks of silk and lace in pastel colors. The woman at the counter looks up, her gaze moving from Adelaide to me behind her with handfuls of bags, and just smiles, going back to whatever she was doing.
Adelaide pulls items from racks with the confidence of a woman who knows what she likes—bras, thongs, a silk slip in black.
I drift to the display she hasn’t reached yet and pull out a bodysuit. Leather straps and lace, a slit right over the most important part between her legs. Oh, yes, this is coming with us.
She’s at my side. “Are you into bondage?”
A smile tugs at my mouth as I hold it up between us. “I’m into how you’d look in this.”
She takes it from my hand and studies it, turning it over. I’m already picturing it on her.
The black lace against her skin. Those straps hugging her waist and across her bust. I see her standing in a doorway in nothing but this, her nipples barely concealed by the leather strap, her thighs bare, calling me to where she’s dripping wet.
Fuck.
“Your thoughts are very loud,” she says, not even glancing at me.
“I’m not hiding them.”
That gets the faintest color into her cheeks, though she covers it by placing the bodysuit back on the rack with deliberate care.
I give it two seconds once she goes to a different rack. Then I pick the bodysuit right back up, pass it to the sales assistant with the rest of the pile, and hand over my card.
“Luca, I got this. It’s my stuff.”
I don’t even turn. “You’re not paying.”
“I have money.”
“Great,” I say easily. “Keep it.”
The assistant runs my Amex Black Card while Adelaide stares at me as if she’s lost her words. I take the bag once it’s packed and hand it straight to her, letting my fingers brush hers for half a second longer than necessary.
“Everything you need is covered while you’re with us,” I tell her, keeping my voice calm even though my head is still full of lace and Adelaide wearing it for me. “That’s nonnegotiable.”
Her eyes flash. “You’re very bossy when you think you’re right.”
I laugh as we head out of the shop when I spot a café tucked into the corner of the plaza, outdoor tables under a jacaranda tree, and a chalkboard out front advertising a slice of something with too much cream on it. Sounds like my kind of thing.
“Here,” I say, and steer us both toward it. “After all that shopping we deserve coffee and cake.”
She doesn’t argue, which tells me two things. One, she also wants to sit. Two, she’s not going to make me fight for it, and we head over there.
I dump the bags beside a table in the back corner under the jacaranda, where the light lights up the location, and I pull a chair out for her because I’m not above it. She gives me a small amused look as she sits. “Coffee?” I ask.
“Latte with vanilla,” she answers with a grin.
Damn she’s adorable. I stroll over to the counter and order. I return soon enough with a huge slice of pineapple cheesecake, topped with a mountain of cream for us to split. I’m seriously drooling.
I set it on the table to find Adelaide leaning back in her chair with her face tilted up toward the leaves, eyes closed, the sun across her cheekbone, and I have to stop for a second because all I can think about is leaning in to steal a kiss.
I set the tray down, and he eyes slip open, staring at the cake instantly. “Oh that looks ridiculously divine.”
“Pineapple cheesecake,” I say.
“Oh, give it to me.” She giggles as she reaches for one of the wooden forks on the plate. It’s not long before my long black and her latte arrive.