Chapter 26 #2
She provides us with a sturdy tray that balances perfectly on the dashboard—apparently Ferraris are surprisingly well-designed for this kind of thing—and promises to return shortly with everything.
The movie starts just as she walks away toward the concession area.
I lean against Jasper, unable to believe how much I adore this.
The warmth of the car compared with the cold outside, the glow of the massive screen, and Jasper’s solid presence beside me, his arm coming around my shoulders naturally.
The lady returns within minutes with our goodies, and we settle in, watching the best movie and devouring treats.
About halfway through the movie, during the fire swamp scene, I’m acutely aware of him absently stroking my arm. His fingers trail up and down my sleeve, leaving goose bumps despite the warmth, creating this constant low hum of awareness in my body.
I’m trying desperately to fight off the kind of desire that seems to never be dormant anymore around any of them.
It’s like a constant simmer under my skin has just woken up, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation.
Unable to help myself, I lean in closer and slide my hand across his chest, finding the gap between buttons on his dark blue button-up shirt. My fingers touch warm skin beneath, light hair on his chest, solid muscle, and my whole body buzzes all over at the simple contact.
I groan quietly without meaning to.
He immediately glances down at me, his expression knowing and heated. “Is that what you’re in the mood for right now? Because I’m always in the mood for that with you.” He winks, and I melt.
“Evidently, my body is constantly like this around you four,” I admit. “I have zero control anymore. It’s embarrassing how desperate I am all the time, like I’ve lost restraint of my body.”
“Are you approaching your heat?” he asks softly, his hand sliding to my hip possessively. “Not that I mind at all. I just want to be prepared. And I feel left out, honestly, with the other guys getting to be with you intimately and I haven’t yet.”
“It shouldn’t be for another couple of weeks at least,” I explain, but I’m not entirely sure anymore. Everything feels heightened and intense lately. “But I don’t know. Maybe being around you four is affecting my cycle somehow.”
“Well, whenever it comes, I want to be there,” he says quietly.
We shift closer, the food tray temporarily forgotten, and I’m pressed fully against his side now, my face tilted up toward his.
“You’re so captivating,” I whisper, my heart racing.
He leans in more, his lips so close to mine that I can feel his breath. Then he lifts my chin with one finger and kisses me.
The move is so much more powerful than our first one outside my apartment. Deeper. More desperate. More claiming. Like we’ve both been holding back for days and suddenly the dam broke.
I’m floating, losing myself in the sensation of his lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth expertly, his hands gripping me tightly like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
We’re grabbing at each other frantically, trying to get closer despite the awkward car seats and low console creating a barrier between us.
When we finally come up for air, both breathing hard and ragged, I gasp out, “This is dangerous for my self-control.”
He laughs, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. Why does he sound so good? “You have absolutely no idea how much I’ve craved you. How many nights I’ve lain awake thinking about making you mine.”
We kiss again, even more heated, and his hand slides under my shirt, his palm hot against my bare skin. He caresses my rib cage and travels up to cup my breast, pulling my bra down roughly to access my nipple directly.
I arch into his touch with a moan that’s far too loud.
His fingers pinch and roll my nipple, and pleasure shoots straight between my legs.
“Wait,” I gasp against his mouth. “People will see us.”
“We should be fine,” he says, kissing down my neck. “I have the darkest tint legally allowed on the front windows. But the back windows are almost completely impenetrable from the outside. You literally can’t see through them at all, even with light inside the car.”
“Then we should get in the back,” I say breathlessly, my logical brain shutting down.
He grins wickedly, his eyes dark with desire. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
He’s out of his door and shutting it before I can change my mind or second-guess this, the cold air rushing in briefly before disappearing.
But he’s already climbing into the back seat through the rear door, moving with surprising grace for someone his size, and he playfully beckons me to join him with a crooked finger.
I climb through the gap between the front seats of the SUV, completely ungraceful and awkward, nearly kicking the steering wheel, and crash into the back half on top of him. We’re both giggling like teenagers.
He hits the lock button on his key fob, and suddenly it seems to get even darker in the car. The lights on the dash all go out, and in the back seat, it’s almost pitch black except for the faint glow from the movie screen providing just enough light to see outlines.
We’re kissing again immediately, desperate and hungry and frantic. The sound of the movie is still coming through the speakers, but I can barely hear it over my pounding heart and our heavy breathing.
“I need you,” he breathes against my lips. “Need you so badly it’s killing me.”
“Then take me,” I whisper back.
His hands are already on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. I lift my hips to help him slide them down along with my underwear, and suddenly I’m bare from the waist down in the back of his very expensive Ferrari.
The absurdity of it makes me giggle again.
“What’s funny?” he asks, tossing my jeans down near our feet.
“Just that I’m half naked at a drive-in movie,” I say, still laughing. “Not exactly how I pictured tonight going when you said you were taking me out.”
“Better or worse than expected?” His hands are on my thighs now, spreading them slowly.
“Definitely better. So much better.”
He shuffles to lie on the back seat, his knees bent up because he’s too tall to stretch out fully in the confined space, his head resting on the leather seat.
“Come here,” he says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes everything inside me clench with want. “Come sit on my face.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe.
“You heard me.” His hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him with strength. “I want you to ride me. Suffocate me. Please. I’m literally begging you right now.”
The tight confines of the back seat make it incredibly awkward, but we manage with some maneuvering. I end up with both knees on either side of his head, pushing against the leather for stability.
I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, and I’m facing the back window, my hands braced on the ceiling, completely exposed and vulnerable above him.
His head is perfectly positioned between my thighs, and he doesn’t waste a single second. He groans deep in his chest as he licks me and goes absolutely wild, rubbing his entire face against me, his tongue everywhere at once, licking and sucking like a man who’s been starving for weeks.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my hands pressing harder against the top of the car.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs against me. “Even better than I imagined. I could die happy right here. Now, ride my face,” he demands, his voice muffled but clear. “Don’t hold back. Don’t be gentle. Use me exactly how you need to.”
I do, rolling my hips experimentally at first, then with more confidence, grinding against his eager mouth.
He’s groaning beneath me like this is the best thing he’s ever experienced, his hands gripping my thighs.
“Fuck,” he mutters between enthusiastic licks. “You’re so perfect. Never want to stop eating you.”
His tongue is doing absolutely sinful things, circling my clit with strong pressure, then dipping inside me, then back to my clit in a rhythm that’s driving me insane.
I’m gasping, trying to stay somewhat quiet, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming, too all-consuming.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive parts. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
I moan, giving in, my hips moving faster.
“So beautiful,” he praises between licks. “Such a good girl, taking what you need.” The praise makes something inside me soar, makes the pleasure intensify.
“Come all over my face. I want to drown in you.” His tongue flicks me crazily, and I’m losing it, balancing right on that edge.
But it’s not quite enough yet. I need more. Just a little more.
As if reading my mind, he slides two fingers inside me while his tongue focuses entirely on my clit, and that combination is exactly what I needed.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant, tensing all over.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come apart for me.”
Then it crashes through me, and I groan as my whole body convulses above him. His tongue and fingers work me through every wave, drawing it out, making it last until I’m pushing weakly at his head.
When I finally scramble off him on shaking legs, gasping for air, he’s grinning up at me with his face glistening. He pulls himself to a sitting position.
“Incredible,” he murmurs, licking his lips deliberately. “Want to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I immediately start pulling at his belt and zipper, desperate to return the favor, desperate to have him inside me.
“I haven’t felt this starved for sex in my life before coming to Mistberry Cove,” I admit, my hands fumbling with his belt buckle. “Like I’m actually dying without it.”
He lifts his hips to help me. “I feel the same. I’m so hard it actually hurts.”
I finally wrench his jeans open and pull them down just enough, and he springs free, thick and hard and impressive.
I freeze, staring with wide eyes.
“Oh. Oh my.”