Chapter 14 #2
“Every single year since I put them there.” She draws our joined hands up, flattening her palm against mine.
Studying the contrasts, I suppose. “I went to Gorzone’s pet store in town forever ago and dropped a few dollars on a bag of fish.
They’re self-sufficient these days, so I don’t even need to throw food in for them anymore, but in the coldest parts of winter, I always feel a little guilty, like maybe they’re cold.
So I come for a drive and make sure they’re okay. ”
Daring, with a playful sparkle in her eyes, she draws my hand closer and presses a kiss to the heel of my palm.
My heart stumbles in my chest, quickening and slowing. My stomach swirls, and, fuck it, my cock thickens in my jeans.
The Road Runner’s engine ticks softly, warm despite the cool night air outside. But in here, my entire world revolves around Anna’s tongue lazily tapping the callused section of my palm.
That one contact, that single moment, steals the oxygen from my lungs.
“Have you ever wanted to just drive?” She draws the tip of my finger to her lips. Her eyes become stars in a dark sky, her voice, sultry enough to set my body on fire. “Just drive until there’s no road left. Until you’re in a whole new world and nobody knows you.”
I choke on a desperate inhale, swallowing to lubricate my painfully dry throat. “More often than you think.”
Surprised, she meets my eyes. “Really?”
“Mmm. More now that I’m in a car with you.”
Her exhale is almost silent, a breathy whisper as she shifts closer.
The perfume of her hair mingles in the Road Runner’s warm air, tickling my nose and filling my lungs.
But somehow, the car feels smaller tonight than it has any other time we’ve been in it together.
The outside world presses in around us, so silent it almost becomes a roar, so still, the graceful flutter of a fish’s tail becomes the only movement in my peripheral vision.
Anna takes the tip of my finger between her lips, suckling and drawing me to the edge of my sanity.
“Fuck.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, even as her pulse beats in my veins. “Jesus.”
She hums her pleasure, inching just a little closer and resting her knee on my thigh. “You should look at me when I’m trying to seduce you.”
I snap my eyes open, hungry and violent and so fucking close to taking what I desperately need. Searching her playful gaze, I’m lost to her taunting grin. Her stroking tongue.
“I like how you look at me.” She folds one finger down and moves onto the next. “I never knew what it was like to exist on the complete opposite side of a park, and still, I could feel someone watching me.”
“Makes you oblivious.” I curl my hand around the back of her neck and draw her closer. “People watch you everywhere you go. You’re a fucking magnet, dragging the rest of us along in your wake, and you make it look so good, we don’t even mind being stuck on you.”
I lean into her space and nibble on her bottom lip. “You hit me with your fucking car, and I still can’t help but want to be near you.”
She chokes out a silly laugh, closing her eyes and twisting in the tight confines of the cab until she’s on her knees, towering over me. Her lashes flicker open, her perfect brown eyes warm enough to feel, then she cups my face in both hands and drops her lips to mine.
I grab her hips, the searing pain in my shoulder nothing more than a quiet whisper in the back of my mind. Pulling her onto my lap, I bring her down over my cock and remain immeasurably thankful for the denim barrier between us.
Furiously intolerant, too.
It’s a heady mix of pleasure and pain, of elation and disappointment. It’s a reminder to back the fuck off and take nothing more than she’s ready to give. But then she lowers over me, grinding down and offering so much more.
“You can touch me.” She peels my hand away from her hip and up to her breast.
Her sweater remains between us. Her shirt. Her bra. But I feel her pounding heart, anyway. Her eagerness. “I wanna touch you.”
“Anywhere.” I tilt my head back and enjoy the slide of her tongue over mine. Her hungry lips and devastating willingness. “Anytime,” I rasp. “I’ll never say no.”
“Mmm.” She peels the collar of my jacket back and buries her lips against my neck, biting until it stings, then sliding her tongue across to soothe.
“I liked being with you today.” She slips her hands beneath my shirt, stroking my stomach with the tips of her fingers.
“I feel beautiful whenever you’re around. ”
“You are beautiful.” I drop my head back and groan as her grinding hips set my willpower alight.
Touch, Dean. Taste… a little. But don’t take.
“This is the best December I’ve experienced in a good long while, and it’s because I get to look at you whenever I like.
Get to piss you off.” I cup her jaw and pull her closer.
“Get to screw with your strict need for control, which is kinda nice, since I know you’re accustomed to being the one in charge all the damn time. ”
She snorts, digging her hands between us and unsnapping my belt with deft fingers.
“I hit you with my car before you’d even had a chance to annoy me.
” She undoes the zipper and slips her hand into my shorts, then she fists my cock, squeezing just tight enough to emphasize exactly who is in charge.
“Imagine what I’ll do now that I’ve really gotten to know you. ”
“Ride my cock, hopefully.” Stop it, stop it, stop it! But I don’t stop it. I can’t. I’ve never wanted something so much in my entire fucking life. “Anna…” My breath escapes on a shudder. “I can’t be trusted to make good decisions right now.”
“It’s fine. I’ll make them for both of us.
” She glides along the length of my shaft, pressing the pad of her thumb to the tip of my cock, and one-armed, she fights the sleeve on her jacket.
She wages war with the puffy material, grunting in the limited space of her car.
“Shit.” She releases my cock—the fucking injustice!
—and sits up tall, banging her head on the ceiling.
She shoves her jacket off, her hot breath bathing my face, then hitching herself up, she goes to work unsnapping her jeans and peeling the denim along long, creamy thighs.
“Maybe don’t judge me, okay?” She tosses her jeans aside, the steel button smacking the passenger side window with a noisy ting, then she plops back onto my thighs and drags her sweater up.
Her shirt. Her fucking everything, until all that’s left is her sexy black lace bra and undies.
“Guys probably hear this a lot, but I swear, I don’t normally fuck men I’ve only just met. ”
“Judge you?” I choke out a desperate laugh, leaning forward and stealing her lips with my own.
Blood roars in my veins, both pleasure and searing, aching pain—the latter because of my shoulder. But when she goes to work dragging my shirt up, I let her.
Fuck yes, I let her.
“I don’t judge anyone.” I cup her tits and tweak her nipple between my thumb and finger, elongating the tip and counting—two, ten, a million—goosebumps as they sprint along her flesh.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.
Shamelessly.” I move closer and take her nipple between my lips, my cock swelling in response to her delicious cry, then I drop my hand between her legs and take so much more than I should.
I slip my fingers beneath her panties and groan at her soaked heat. Her throbbing tempo. I test at first, just a small touch, a teasing glide of my fingertips. Then I dig the digits deep inside her core, holding my breath as she grips my hair and rides my palm.
“Jesus, Anna.” I wrap my aching arm around her back. “You’re perfect.”
“I wanna feel you.” She fists my cock and pumps savagely enough to draw me to my peak. She taunts me with the humiliation of blowing too soon. Leads me to the edge, promises a safe landing, and smiles about it.
The fucking succubus.
“I don’t wanna be proud anymore,” she pants. “I don’t wanna pretend not to want you.”
“Thank God.” I tear her panties aside and swallow her cry, her desperate devastation as I steal my fingers from her core, then I meet her eyes, so soft and sweet and deep enough to swim within, and wait for her nod.
For her approval. Her clearheaded consent.
“Anna?” I rasp, my throat dry and aching. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She wraps her palm around my length and lifts to her knees, guiding the tip to her fiery opening and swallowing her trepidation.
She allows just a single moment of hesitation, then she rewards me with a vixen’s smile and drops over top of me, eating me up with a single slide and slamming her lips to mine so I get a taste of her cry.
Her panting breath.
Her fucking soul.
“Dean…” Moaning, she rides me like this is why we were created, squeezing my cock like she was made for me. Her hair fans around our faces, curtaining us inside our own world where all I see is her.
All I taste is her.
All I want is her.
“Shit.”
“You feel like heaven.” I flatten my feet on the floor and wait for her to establish her smooth rhythm, so as she stops at my tip, preparing to drop again, I surge high and fill her without a single lick of remorse.
I covet her scream of delight, crush her succulent ass in my palm, and when her tongue comes out to play, I take possession of that, too, swallowing her down and vowing never to forget her flavor.
“If you’d seduced me at your house, I could have stretched you out on a fuckin’ bed. Ate you up.”
She chokes out a whimpering laugh. “Next time. Didn’t really think this through, but now I don’t wanna stop.”
“No stopping.” I bite her bottom lip and slam her onto my lap.
The windows fog from our heated breath, the whole fucking car turns into an inferno until sweat trickles along my spine.
Lifting her up, I slip my hand around her ass and wait, positioned, as she comes down again and her asshole gobbles my finger up.
So hungry.
So fucking perfect.
She spasms around me, wringing my cock and crying toward the sky. “Oh, God,” she whimpers, her movements frenzied and fast. “Dean.”
“Explode around me, Counselor.” I take her nipple between my lips and lock my orgasm away while this woman, this fucking vixen, detonates. But she rides that experience alone for all of two seconds, because the electricity in her touch tugs me over the ledge with her.
My heart thunders, sprinting and stuttering, and my cock twitches, hot cum splashing her womb and claiming her for my own.
She was beautiful before. She was funny and witty and so fucking magnetic, she became my true north.
But now… now she’s mine.
My everything.
She was my December. But after tonight, she becomes my January through November, too.
“Fuck!” My release strangles me. It tears strips from my soul and weakens me in a way no woman has ever managed before.
They’ve never had me thinking about what comes next, but here I am with my Christmas angel in my lap, my cum branding her pussy, and soon, it’ll dribble along her thighs.
My heart pounds, recognizing its mate. “I’m keeping you forever,” I moan, dropping against the leather seat and pulling her down to rest against me.
Laying her cheek on my shoulder, I drag my fingertips along her spine and know, this is it for me.
She’s it.
“You’re my Christmas gift this year, Anna Maxwell.” I press trembling lips to her feverish forehead. “I wished for you. I’m keeping you.”