CHAPTER SEVEN
S TEFANIE
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I STARED AT THE OPEN car door, the dim light of the interior shining down on my legs. Oh . He wanted to do it in the backseat. I was so game for that. My stomach clenched, not with hesitation but anticipation.
I’d wanted a night of wild abandonment, and Julian Cattaneo was already delivering on that. I slowly exited the vehicle, tugging down the hem of my dress as I did so. Julian stepped back just enough to let me pass but not enough to avoid the brush of my body against his.
This man was like a raging fire, and his embers were raining down on me, slowly setting me ablaze. His eyes followed my every movement, making my skin prickle. Every second in this man’s presence felt like a form of foreplay.
He closed the door behind me and moved to open the back door. I climbed in, scooting over to make room for him. A second later, he joined me, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. “Lie back,” he murmured.
A thrill shot through me. He’d just stolen the words out of my mouth. I’d fully planned to get on my knees for him. I had been seconds away from pushing him against his seat, pulling his cock out, and wrapping my lips around it.
But now, it was clear that we were not on the same page. That was okay. I’d just turn the page and join him in the paragraph he was on. He turned and maneuvered the lever on the passenger seat, pushing it forward as far as it could go, giving him more space to move in front of me.
Oh. He really planned on making himself comfortable.
Facing me again, he asked, “Why are you not lying back, Ms. Adams?”
Oh, right. I relaxed against the cushion. He smiled. I smiled back.
“That’s not the position I want you in,” he told me.
It’s not? Placing his hands on my shoulders, he steered my body to the far corner of the car and slowly pushed me back until one shoulder was pressed against the cushion and the other against the back door.
“Hmm,” he hummed. “This still isn’t right.”
It was my turn to smirk. “Never done this before?”
“Never even crossed my mind until I saw you,” he replied while staring around the car.
He could be lying. That could be something he said to all the girls he invited to the back seat of his car. Even so, those words made me a little giddy. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been giddy like this.
“If you tell me what you’re trying to do, I can help,” I told him.
His gaze returned to mine. “I want to eat your pussy, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
Oh.
Okay.
“It’s sweet that you’re trying to make me comfortable. But women are used to being uncomfortable. These heels are not all that comfy. And this dress, though cute, isn’t the comfiest thing I own. We sacrifice comfort for fashion all the time. I think I can sacrifice a little comfort tonight,” I told him.
He shook his head. “You never have to sacrifice anything for me.”
My pulse skipped a beat as he tugged my thighs apart, spreading me wide in the backseat, my dress riding up my ass. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and then he pulled me forward, my body sliding down until my head was resting flat against the car seat.
My body was sprawled across the seat, with one leg over his shoulder and the other on the floor as he knelt between my parted thighs.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable in my life. The question is...” My gaze roamed over him. “Are you comfortable?”
“I’ve never been hungrier in my life,” he replied.
“That’s not what I asked you?”
“I can’t eat with all this noise,” he countered, grinning.
I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s a sexy way of telling me to shut up.”
“I don’t want you to be quiet.” His gaze dropped to my most intimate area. “I want to see just how loud you can get.”
Gush! I could already feel the heat pooling between my legs, my panties damp with arousal. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already aching for him. I swallowed, heart hammering as his fingers brushed against my knee and traced a slow, torturous path up the inside of my thigh.
His touch had my stomach tightening, anticipation coiling through my body like a slow, burning fuse. I was going to try my best not to explode too quickly. He reached the hem of my dress and pushed it higher.
Cool air drifted over my skin as his fingers hooked into my panties. He dragged them down. Moving slowly. Watching me as I watched him. I lifted my hips without thinking, letting him pull them over my hips and bottom, then down my legs.
The fabric slid over my ankles, and then they were off. He turned to the side and tossed them on the front passenger seat before returning his gaze to me. I felt exposed in the most delicious way.
I knew what he saw when he stared down there. My girl was waxed, not a hair in sight. Just how I liked her. And I was sure she was already glistening for him. The look in his eyes let me know he liked what he saw. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. That simple gesture had my pussy clenching air, wishing it was his tongue. Julian must be fluent in pussy-nese because he knew exactly what my body was saying.
“This pussy has been calling my name all night,” he murmured, his fingers sliding up my thigh, inching oh so close to the spot that was begging for his attention.
Still kneeling, he leaned forward, his breath wafting over my skin. A shudder rippled through me when he pressed his lips to my inner thigh. Soft. Warm. A promise of what was coming. He peppered my inner thigh with kisses, moving closer and closer to my sweet spot.
He wasn’t in a rush. His lips traveled slowly, kissing, sucking, nibbling his way to my center, every inch of my skin marked by his mouth. My pulse thundered, my clit throbbed, and my hips shifted as I squirmed against the seat.
“Stefanie,” he murmured, lips brushing so close to my pussy I could feel the heat of him there.
“Yes,” I breathed, fighting the urge to push myself forward and grind against his mouth.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place. “Try not to cum too fast,” he murmured. “I’m a slow eater. And I want to savor every bite before I lick the plate clean.”
Gush! Motherfucking gush!
I nearly came just from that. I opened my mouth to fire off something sassy, but the first stroke of his tongue stole every word from my brain. Though I’d known what was coming, I hadn’t been prepared for how good it felt.
A sound I didn’t recognize slipped out of me as he slid his tongue between my folds, teasing my slit before flicking the very tip over my clit. I felt it everywhere. I gasped, head pressing into the seat, legs trembling as he did it again, slower, firmer this time.
My thighs tried to clamp around his head, but his grip tightened, spreading me wider, keeping me open for him. He licked through my folds, coating his tongue in my wetness, dragging it up, swirling over my clit oh so slowly.
Staring up at the roof, my fingers curled into the leather as pleasure shot through me, intense and insistent. I didn’t even try to hold in my moans. He’d told me to be vocal. So, I was. I moaned his name as his tongue teased my clit, wet and relentless.
“Fuck, Julian,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
My body was already betraying me, hips jerking, thighs tensing. Too soon. My mind screamed at me to hold back, to drag this out, to live in this moment as long as possible. But my body had other plans. I was close, oh so close.
Julian groaned, the sound vibrating against my pussy as his hands tightened around my thighs, spreading me as wide as he could, given our position. His grip was firm, making sure I couldn’t escape the onslaught of his tongue.
He didn’t rush. He savored me, enjoying this just as much as I was. His mouth played my pussy like an instrument, teasing slow circles around my clit before sucking it between his lips, applying just enough pressure to have my entire body arching off the seat.
The suction sent shockwaves of pleasure through my core, sudden and overwhelming. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I lifted my hips, grinding my pussy against his tongue. His groans reverberated against me, putting my vibrators to shame.
Then his tongue flattened, sliding through my slick folds, lapping up everything I gave him, drinking me in like he couldn’t get enough. He groaned low in his throat, the sound dark, hungry, like he was starving for me.
“Julian,” I whimpered, thighs trembling as his tongue worked me, ruined me, breaking me down, owning every part of me.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against me, his breath warm, his tongue flicking over my clit with slow, sensual strokes.
Every time he pressed against my swollen bundle of nerves, my stomach clenched, my thighs tensed, and my body begged for more. I was close, achingly close. My breaths came in gasps.
My legs trembled, my toes curling as heat coiled tighter inside me. He was relentless, keeping me on the edge, keeping me desperate. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me.
My breath hitched. My back arched off the seat, and a strangled moan ripped from my throat as his digits filled me. He didn’t tease, didn’t ease in, he gave me exactly what I needed, thrusting deep before curling his fingers against the spot that made my vision blur.
"Oh, fuck!"
I clenched around him, my thighs trying to close, but his free hand kept me spread open. I was helpless, exposed, completely at his mercy. And I fucking loved it! He fucked me with his fingers, going deep, fast, as I cried out his name.
His tongue never faltered, flicking, sucking, his lips sealing around my clit with just enough pressure to have my body spiraling. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I couldn’t even fucking hear.
No, I take that back. I could breathe. I could think. I could hear. With every breath I took, I breathed in Julian and the scent of my arousal. My every thought was consumed by Julian and what he was doing to me.
The sound of my moans and his groans as he feasted on me was the only thing I heard. My hands fisted in his hair, tugging harder than I meant to, but he only groaned, his fingers fucking me deeper, his tongue working me harder.
I was falling apart, unraveling against his mouth. I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. Why the fuck was I holding out anyway? We had all night. Julian Cattaneo belonged to me tonight.
"Let go," he murmured against me, his voice low, rough, a sinful vibration against my clit. "Come for me."
I did. My body shattered, pleasure ripping through me in violent, uncontrollable waves. A loud, helpless moan spilled from my lips as the orgasm tore through me, dragging me under, drowning me in its intensity.
My thighs shook, my walls spasming around his fingers as I rocked against his mouth, riding it out, letting him pull every last tremor from my body. And he didn’t stop. He licked me through it, sucking gently, prolonging the pleasure, letting me feel every last pulse of my orgasm until I was whimpering from the sensitivity, thighs twitching.
I couldn’t even think straight. My body was still humming, still throbbing in the best way. My grip loosened in his hair, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Finally, he pulled back, his fingers sliding out of me as he pressed one last kiss against my throbbing clit.
I groaned, barely able to lift my head, my limbs completely useless. Julian sat back, my leg still on his shoulder, his jaw slick with my arousal, his tongue darting out licking my juices from his lips.
His gaze flicked up to mine, those dark eyes burning with satisfaction. I swallowed hard, my pulse still racing.
His smirk was pure sin. “I hope you don’t think we’re done. I plan to keep you coming all night, Ms. Adams. Is that okay with you?”
Unable to speak, all I could do was nod. Julian reached over to the passenger seat, fingers closing around the lace fabric of my panties. His dark eyes flickered up to mine as he held them between his fingers, and something about the way he looked at me, so smug, so satisfied, sent another pulse of heat straight through me.
I felt like Cinderella, except instead of slipping a glass slipper onto my foot, he was slipping my panties back onto me. And instead of a prince, I had a man with a wicked mouth and a filthy tongue that had just ruined me in the best way possible.
He tapped my ankle lightly, signaling me to lift my leg. I obeyed without hesitation, watching as he slid the panties over one foot, then the other. His hands skimmed up my calves and over my knees, dragging the fabric up my thighs with agonizing tenderness.
Something about this was too intimate. But I didn’t tell him to stop. I let him take care of me, let him own this moment. Once he was done, he pulled my dress back into place and helped me sit up.
Without a word, he opened the back door and stepped out, facing away from me. I watched as he adjusted himself, rolling his shoulders and brushing his pants off. Then he turned to me, and I saw that cock standing at attention.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on that thing. A thrill shot through me when he reached for my hand and helped me out of the car. The night air was still crisp, still cool against my flushed skin.
Julian didn’t let go of me right away. Instead, he took a second to smooth my dress down, his palms skimming over my hips. Once satisfied, he turned and opened the front passenger door for me, gesturing for me to get in.
How could he be so damn gentlemanly after what he’d just done to me? I smirked and slid into the seat, watching as he leaned in and reached for my seatbelt again. This time, I didn’t bother moving to grab it myself.
I just sat there, waiting and letting him take care of me. As he clicked the buckle into place, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his ear.
“If you behave and keep your eyes on the road, I promise to return the favor as you drive,” I whispered, letting my lips barely graze his earlobe.
His reaction was instant. A sharp inhale, a flicker of heat behind his eyes, the subtle clench of his jaw. His fingers twitched where they rested at my waist. He exhaled through his nose before releasing a husky chuckle.
“I’ll behave. I promise.” His voice was rough, but the teasing edge remained. His thumb brushed along the fabric of my dress, just below my ribcage. “But you don’t have to return the favor as I drive. I can wait until we get to your place so I can fuck your throat properly.”
Well, damn. The filthiness of his words, the naughtiness in his tone, and the sheer cockiness he exuded made this man irresistible. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his mouth grazing the corner of mine.
“However, I will accept a kiss in advance for my good behavior.”
Before I could process what was happening, his hand slid into my curls, gripping just enough to tilt my head back. His mouth crashed against mine, claiming, demanding, owning. The moment his tongue swept between my lips, my entire body ignited.
He kissed me like he was trying to ruin me. Like he wanted me breathless, shattered, begging for more. His grip tightened in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me, his other hand pressing into my waist.
He kissed the same way he ate pussy, erotic and sensual as hell. He wasn’t in a hurry, he was savoring this, making me feel every second of it. I moaned into him, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life.
How the hell was I off balance while sitting down? I had no damn idea. The taste of me was still on his lips. It should have been filthy. It should have been too much. But fuck, I wanted more.
He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue stroking against mine with raw, unapologetic hunger. He wasn’t just kissing me. He was wrecking me. I felt owned. Branded. Claimed.
My toes curled in my heels, heat pooling low and thick between my thighs, my nipples pebbling under my dress. By the time he pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen, my breath ragged.
I stared up at him, my pulse hammering, my body still trembling from the force of that kiss. The way he was looking at me... God . The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. I’d only just met this man today. So why was he staring at me like I was his everything?
Why was he staring at me like I belonged to him?