Chapter 11 #2
Since the moment I laid my eyes on Denise, my patience has been wearing thin. She drives me fucking crazy and it’s my own damn fault for putting up with it. I know that any other guy would give up. Throw in the towel. Move on to someone who doesn’t play the game of push-and-pull.
And don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about it. Wondered if maybe I was wasting my time.
But for me, spending my days to get an ounce of Denise’s attention is time well spent.
So no, I can’t just walk away. Yes, I know she has the power to ruin me.
To crush my heart until it’s unrecognizable.
And I’ll let her. In every lifetime—if you believe in that sort of thing—I’d let her destroy me.
But tonight, I need to know that I get under her skin just as much as she does mine. That this isn’t all in my head. That Denise doesn’t just have an attitude because I’m some guy.
I want her to be acting this way because she specifically wants my attention. I need Denise to need me. So fucking bad.
Denise gasps when I flip her around and her palms slap against the side of my car as she catches herself.
I yank her skirt up so it’s now resting on her hips, giving me the view of her black lace panties and the perfect curve of her ass. I let my palm run up and down the fabric and trace over her skin.
She’s warm, even in the evening chill and for a brief second, I consider putting her in my car and driving somewhere more private.
Somewhere someone can’t catch us if they happen to step outside right now.
I know that would be the rational thing to do.
But rational thinking around Denise is apparently something I don’t do. Not when she looks this inviting.
Skirt hiked up. Back arching. Ass pressing against me.
And the fact that she hasn’t pushed me away. Hasn’t told me to get lost or that I’m reading into this wrong. No, she wants this. Even if she won’t admit it to herself, I know better. I can feel the way her legs shake in anticipation.
She doesn’t even seem aware that all she has to do is tell me she wants it just as much. To stop running from it. Stop putting up an internal fight with herself.
I’m already hers and she doesn’t even fucking know it.
No, she does.
I’m sure I haven’t done much to hide it.
She’s just too damn stubborn to do anything but act like a brat with such attention. Like she’s testing whether I’ll leave or not.
Too bad for her, she’s already given me a taste and I’m greedy.
I bring the palm of my hand down on her ass.
The sound of the slap echoes around us and Denise’s sharp intake of breath makes me grin and do it again.
Then I slide my hand up her spine to the back of her neck until I take a fistful of her hair and tug the silky strands.
Just enough to bring her back to rest flat against my chest.
I use the other hand to grab her chin and force her to turn her head so she’s looking at me. Her eyes are hazy and her body shakes against mine when I kiss her.
Rough.
Filthy.
Our tongues fight for dominance but it seems like tonight, Denise is open to handing it over and I’ll happily take advantage of that. But just to be sure we’re on the same page…
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” I pull back and whisper against her ear. “You made a scene just to get my attention. What do you want to do with it?”
My hand travels down her stomach and slips under the band of her panties. She gasps when I find her clit, my finger moving in slow, torturous circles. Her hand is quick to wrap around my wrist, needing something to hold onto.
I press my finger a little harder and she jerks against my hand.
“I want—” She swallows her own moan, head now resting on my shoulder while my other hand squeezes her neck, just enough to make her words come out breathy. “Fuck—I want whatever you want. Do whatever you want to me, just don’t go back inside to her.”
Her?
Oh.
Her as in Xanthe.
I chuckle against her neck, whether at the reins Denise is giving me or the fact that she seriously thinks that I want anyone but her.
Guess I’m just going to have to prove it to her.
Again and again. Then maybe once more just to be sure she understands that I’m hers.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Stryker.”
I press her deeper into the cold glass of the window, my finger slowly slipping into the warmth of her pussy. Tight and wet and all mine. The both of us groan.
Denise rests her forehead against the window, eyes closed and hot breath fogging up the glass. I don’t give her much time to adjust before I slip in another finger.
Her hips rock against my hand and car door, leaving me all too tempted to flip her around and watch her ride my thigh but that would mean I’d have to pull my fingers away from her warmth.
Next time, I tell myself.
If she lets me touch her again, I’d beg and plead to watch her fall apart that way but as for right now, I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing circles against her clit.
Her nails dig into my forearm, keeping me close and I let her because I want that too.
“You gonna mark me up, Princess?” My breaths are shallow against her shoulder. “Let everyone know I’m yours?”
She frantically nods her head. “You’re mine.”
I can’t help but give her another finger and grind my own hips into the curve of her ass.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m fucking yours.”
My name slips past her lips as a whine while I fuck her with my fingers and grind into her from behind, still clothed. She comes with my name on her lips and nails digging into my skin. My fingers slowly pump in and out a few more times, helping her ride it out.
She turns her head so that she’s facing me and her cheek is resting on the window. I take her lips in mine, gentler than before. I can’t help but smile against her lips.
I like the sound of being hers.
Now if I could just get her to be mine.
“What?” Denise chuckles, voice soft and dazed.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
She whines as I gently take my fingers out and slightly pull away from her. “Turn around for me.”
I’m surprised when she does so without a smart remark or putting up a fight.
I bring my fingers up, the ones that were just inside of her, and tap her bottom lip, giving her a silent command.
She parts her lips, her tongue swirling around my fingers, licking herself up.
I don’t dare to look away from the sight, but not wanting her to have all the fun, I slip my fingers out of her mouth and put them into mine.
I close my eyes and groan.
And maybe I’m being a little dramatic—
Actually, no I don’t think I am. Denise tastes fucking heavenly.
So much so that I drop to my knees in front of her, earning a startled laugh from her.
“What are you doing, Callahan?”
My hands slide up from her ankles to her thighs, then I hook my fingers into the hem of her panties, sliding the fabric down her legs.
“Tasting you.”
Denise whines, shaking her head.
“Uh-uh.” I lightly slap the outside of her thigh. “You said I could do whatever I want and what I want is to taste you.”
She rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance as she lifts her feet to help me completely take off her underwear.
I pocket the lace fabric.
“Lucas,” she groans, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut and I grin at the sight of me having any effect on her at all. “I need you inside me.”
I shrug, hoisting one of her legs onto my shoulder, and gripping the flesh of her now bare ass to pull her closer to my face.
“I’ll think about it,” I say before diving straight in.
For all the complaining she did, Denise’s hands quickly slide into my hair, nails digging into my scalp.
I wince at the pain and silently pray for more.
“How the hell are you so good at this?” she asks but then her lips pull back. “Actually, don’t answer that.”
I chuckle against her and the sound must reach somewhere deep within her because she tries to squeeze her legs closed. My palms come up to meet the inside of her thighs, pushing her further open for me.
I know I should take my time with her. Everything inside me is screaming to do so but not when she tastes this good. Not when I have her right in front of me, thighs desperately trying to clench around my head.
I also know that eating her out while hiding behind my parked car isn’t the most gentlemanly thing I’ve ever done.
She deserves for me to at least open the car door and lay her across my backseat but that’s just the thing. I don’t seem to be able to think logically when it comes to Denise.
It’s like my brain lags and then moves to autopilot. Like my only goal in life is to feel her. Hear her. Taste her. Have her.
It’s not even about only having her physically either. That just happens to be all she’ll allow and to hell that I start complaining about it.
I’m lucky enough for her to even give me the time of day.
My tongue moves desperately, nose brushing against her clit, earning myself the beautiful sound of her moans. I look at her face, not being able to help but smile when I find her eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back.
The tightness in my own stomach intensifies as her legs shake and her hands in my hair grip onto me so tightly that in any other circumstance, I’d be worried that she’d rip my hair out.
“Lucas.”
Her breaths are shallow and frantic—it makes my own hands shake and my mouth work harder against her.
I need it.
I need her to come on my face.
Need her already all fucked out and desperate when I sink my cock into her.
I bring my thumb up to her clit, while my tongue works against her. The way she holds me against her like this is the only time she’s ever afraid to let me go does something to me.
It sets me on fire.
It makes me want to show her that she can have whatever she wants from me, and all she has to do is ask. Me. Not anyone else. I want to be the only thing she needs.
Denise comes on my tongue with an unapologetic moan that can probably be heard from down the street. Her hips rut against my face, warm, sweet juices coating my mouth. And I don’t even bother to try and stop myself from cleaning her up with my tongue.
She lets out a content sigh, body slumping against my car, hands still resting in my hair, loosely this time.
“Thought guys like you were a myth.” Her chuckle comes out softer than anything I’ve ever heard.
I don’t stop the movements of my tongue but I do glance up to find her looking down at me, watching like she’s worried I’m not real or something.
“Guys like me?” I finally pull my mouth away but I don’t bother to stand up. Not yet.
She nods. “Guys who like going down on a girl.”
I narrow my eyes, my grip on her thighs tightening at the implication of what she’s telling me.
“You telling me this isn’t a common occurrence for you?”
Denise shakes her head.
“Why?”
She throws her back in laughter, her leg coming off my shoulder as I move to stand, my hands quickly going to her hips to steady her.
“You tell me, Callahan.” She rolls her eyes. “Guys tend to like receiving more than giving when it comes to that department.”
“Not me.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, right. If I gave you the option, I bet you’d pick the latter as well.”
I adjust her skirt so that it’s now back to covering what it needs to. Not that it was doing much of a good job at that anyway.
“I’m not saying I’m some saint that doesn’t enjoy getting a blowey every now and again.” I chuckle. “I just prefer the act of giving, I guess.”
Denise hums, wrapping her fingers around my chain, tugging me closer, and leaning forward to meet my lips. I groan at the act and follow her pull with a little too much ease. But how can I even think about putting up a fight at this moment. I can’t. Not when she’s willing to have me.
She shakes her head, a grin on her face. “Not buying it, Callahan.”
My own grin grows, fingers already reaching down to hike her skirt up once again. Her eyes sparkle with a glint of challenge that reminds me that I’m still rock hard but to hell with my dick.
I have a point to prove and a pussy to enjoy.
I unlock my car door and lift Denise up so that her legs wrap around my waist. She uses the position change to kiss me again.
“How much you wanna bet that you’ll tap out before me?”
She laughs against my lips. “Oh, you’re on.”
I open the car door, dropping her onto my backseat and climbing into the small space, not caring how cramped we’ll be, more focused on at least an ounce of privacy for us.
Because it’s cute how confident Denise is about this whole thing.
I scoff.
She really has no fucking clue how obsessed I am with her. Let’s see how many orgasms it takes for her to find out.