Chapter 20 #2
The kiss broke, and heat flooded my body, a desperate ache building between my legs.
I was soaked, my panties clinging wetly as I ground against the hard bulge in his suit pants.
God, I could feel every inch of him—thick, hot, straining against the fabric.
The friction sent sparks through me, making me whimper.
"Fuck, Anthea," Silas growled, his hands dropping to my ass. He grabbed fistfuls, kneading roughly, pulling me down harder. "You feel that? That's what you do to me."
I moaned, rocking faster, the barrier of clothes maddening. "Silas... I need you. Now."
He pressed me down even more, thrusting up to meet my movements, our bodies grinding with raw urgency. The heat built until I couldn't take it. I fumbled for his zipper, desperate to free him.
But the booze made my fingers clumsy. The more I rushed, the more I botched it, cursing under my breath.
Silas chuckled darkly, his hand covering mine. "Easy, baby. Let me help."
He guided my fingers, unzipping smoothly. Then he leaned back, eyes locked on me, watching as I reached in and pulled him out. His cock sprang free, fully erect—long, thick, veined, pulsing with need. The tip glistened, and I licked my lips, hunger overriding everything.
"God, you're huge," I breathed, stroking him once, feeling the heat radiate into my palm.
Without hesitation, I shoved my panties aside, positioning him at my entrance. I sank down, taking him in one slick slide, gasping as he filled me completely. My black skirt fell over us, hiding our joined bodies, but Silas wasn't having that.
He bunched the fabric, hiking it up to my waist. "No hiding, Anthea. I want to watch your tight little pussy swallow me whole."
His words sent a thrill through me, making me clench around him. "Watch then," I challenged, starting to ride him, up and down, slow at first, then faster. The car jostled slightly with the motion, but I didn't care. Pleasure coiled tight in my core.
Silas groaned, his hands sliding up under my top, cupping my breasts through the bra. He squeezed, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked hard against the lace. "These tits... fuck, they're perfect. Bounce for me, just like that."
I picked up pace, the slap of skin echoing softly. He pinched and rolled my nipples, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. It didn't take long. Waves crashed over me, my orgasm ripping through, walls pulsing around him as I cried out his name.
But he didn't stop. Silas yanked my skirt off entirely, then reached behind to unclasp my bra, tossing it aside. My breasts spilled free, and he latched on, teeth grazing one nipple while he thrust up into me harder.
"Oh God, Silas, bite me," I begged, arching into his mouth.
He did, nipping and sucking, his hips slamming relentlessly. "You're so wet for me, dripping all over my cock. Take it, baby, take every inch."
The build-up was intense. He growled against my skin, finally stiffening as he came, hot spurts filling me deep inside. I felt every pulse, milking him dry.
We panted, bodies slick with sweat. Silas stripped off my soaked panties next, then shed his own clothes, leaving us both naked in the glowing light. He eased me back onto the wide seat, flat on my back, and captured my mouth in a deep kiss.
The car was quiet, amplifying every wet smack of our lips, the sloppy sounds of tongues tangling, swallows echoing. I worried the driver might hear, but the thought only heightened the thrill, making me kiss him hungrier.
The kiss ended, and he licked his lips. "Your mouth tastes like sweet liquor. I want more."
He reached for the car's mini-fridge, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Popping it open, he dribbled the cool liquid over my heated skin, starting at my chest, letting it trickle down my stomach, pooling toward my core.
The contrast hit hard: my body burned, but the whiskey was ice-cold, shocking my nerves. I squirmed, craving the chill to douse the fire yet twisting away because it was too much. "Silas, it's freezing, ah!"
"Shh, let it cool you down," he teased, watching the amber streams glisten on my honey-toned skin. Under the ambient lights, it looked sinful, my curves shining like temptation.
He lifted my legs, draping them over his shoulders, and dove in.
His mouth found my pussy, lapping up the whiskey mixed with my arousal.
He sucked on my clit, tongue flicking relentlessly, then delved lower, devouring every fold.
The slurping, swallowing sounds were loud, obscene in the confined space.
"Will the driver hear this?" I gasped, hips bucking.
Silas lifted his head just enough to say, "Scream if you want, Anthea. This car's a vault. Now come for me. Let me taste you mixed with that whiskey."
His words pushed me over; I shattered, orgasm crashing as he sucked harder, drawing it out until I trembled.
Only then did he shift, hoisting one of my legs higher and sliding back inside me. He pressed over me, his weight delicious, and lapped the remaining whiskey from my breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple.
"You're so fucking addictive," he murmured, thrusting deep and slow at first, building to a punishing rhythm. "This pussy was made for me, tight, wet, greedy."
I moaned, meeting his hips. "Harder, Silas, fuck me like you mean it."
He did, pounding away for what felt like forever. My legs ached, going numb from the angle, but the pleasure kept me going.
"Legs tired?" he rasped, pulling out briefly to flip me. "Kneel on the carpet, grab the door handle. I want you from behind."
I did as told, ass up, gripping the handle as he entered me again, slamming in deep. The new angle hit spots that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Yes! Oh fuck, right there!"
He gripped my hips, pounding relentlessly. "Take it, baby. Feel how deep I am? You're mine, Anthea, all mine."
But something built in my belly, not the usual climax pressure. It was fuller, urgent. Damn, I hadn't made it to the bathroom back at the bar. All that booze...
"Silas, stop, wait," I said, face flushing red. "I need to... get out."
He slowed but didn't pull out. "Why? What's wrong?"
I squirmed, embarrassed as hell. "I drank too much earlier. I gotta... you know."
A wicked grin spread on his face. He reached around, pressing lightly on my lower abdomen. The pressure made me yelp, the urge spiking.
"Silas!"
"Go ahead, baby. Piss right here in the car. Let it out."
My eyes widened in horror. "No way! That's disgusting. I'll mess up the seats!"
He chuckled, still buried inside me, pressing again teasingly. "The whiskey already soaked everything. What's a little more? Be a good girl for me."
I tried to hold it, mortified, but the pressure built unbearably. His thrusts didn't help, pushing me over the edge. Finally, I couldn't. Warm liquid gushed out, soaking us both as I whimpered in shame.
"There you go," he groaned, slamming harder, his own release hitting. He filled me again, hot and deep. "Such a good girl."
The humiliation mixed with the aftershocks overwhelmed me. I couldn't face it. My vision blurred, and everything faded to black. The last thing I heard was his soft chuckle, echoing in my ears.