Chapter Nineteen Pressure Applied #2
His hand slides to my thigh, fingers digging in possessively as he pulls me toward him. My hip bumps the gear shift, but I don’t care. The leather seat squeaks beneath me as I shift, straddling him, the space cramped but charged.
The windows fog with our exhales, the faint glow of porch lights slipping through the glass, painting us in flashes of light and shadow.
His other hand finds the back of my neck, tugging me deeper into the kiss until I’m desperate, gasping for more.
The whole world beyond the car could be burning, and I wouldn’t notice.
He groans, his hand moving from my jaw to my throat, holding me firmly in place as he devours me, while his other hand grips my thigh, dragging me closer across the leather seat.
While kissing, his words spill against my lips, low and ragged. “You’re driving me crazy, Jainey… you’re so fucking sexy…” His teeth graze my lip, sending a sharp shiver down my spine. “I can’t wait, fuck the shit out of you.”
Neither can I.
The glass blurs until the outside world disappears completely. All I can focus on is him, on how the night has barely begun and I’m already addicted. God knows I’ll be craving this long after I close my eyes.
The kiss turns hotter, fiercer, burning away any thought that may tell me to slow down. His hand tightens around my neck, pulling me until I’m practically climbing across the console, desperate to erase every inch of space left between us.
His lips are demanding, claiming, and when his teeth catch my bottom lip I gasp, giving him the opening he wants. He takes it, tongue sliding against mine, rough and unrelenting. I taste everything—the smoke, the liquor, and something that’s just him. Something I know I’ll never forget.
His hand slides higher along my thigh, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress, calloused fingertips pressing into my skin hard enough to leave a mark I’ll surely remember tomorrow.
I moan into his mouth, my hips roll toward his touch without thinking, the movement ripping another guttural groan from his throat.
“Bring that sexy ass over here,” he rasps, his lips still brushing mine, his voice raw with restraint.
He shifts fast, one arm wrapping tightly around my waist pulling me fully onto his lap. Straddling me in the driver’s seat, the leather squeaks under our weight, pressing against his cock, that’s already straining hard beneath his jeans.
Settling onto his lap, I grip the waistband of his jeans and drag the zipper down.
He lifts me effortlessly, helping me free his cock from his briefs.
My breath catches when I finally see his long thick cock—easily over seven inches.
My mouth waters at the rich tan skin, veins winding along the length, the weight of him in my hand makes my pulse race.
He pushes my shorts and soaked thong aside, fingertips brushing over my needy lips.
“You got a condom?” I ask, staring into his eyes as I hold his dick in my hand. I know how guys are—they love the idea of slipping in raw whenever they can. I don’t always feel this way, but tonight… tonight might be one of the rare times I don’t mind at all.
“I do,” he smirks, “but it’s in my room. I told you—I can’t wait, and you aren’t making this easy either. Let me show you why you made the right choice tonight by choosing me.”
I can’t help but smile—he really thinks I chose him. The feelings are there, strong and real, but choosing him feels like a promise I’m not sure I can keep. Especially when I don’t know how I’ll feel come morning.
A girl can only hope.
Pressing my lips to his, I position him at my entrance, his thick head rubbing against my slick folds.
Slowly, I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep.
My pussy clenches around him, and I’m relieved it isn’t as painful as I thought given his size—it’s a stretch that’s for sure—but it feels so damn good.
I guess I can thank Daniel for that.
I take a breath, sitting up as straight as I can in his lap with his cock exploring my insides. My thighs tremble as I try to adjust my self, my nails digging into his shoulders.
I glance at him, his head tilted back, exposing the sharp line of his Adam’s apple, as he exhales. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, gripping my hips, guiding me to move.
He lifts me up and slams me down onto him, over and over, until I’m bouncing in his lap, the car rocking abruptly with every slam. My hair sticks to my damp face, my moans breaking into sharp gasps.
“You got some good ass pussy, damn baby,” he growls while licking his lips, before driving me down hard again, pulling a scream out of me. My hand slips from his shoulder to my chest, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple through the fabric until he yanks my shirt up.
His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking hard around the piercing, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His other hand grips my ass possessively, holding me down on him as if he never plans to let me go.
The lady who pierced me last week said I’d love the feeling during sex once they healed—and she was right. I haven’t let anyone near my nipples since I got them done, and now I can finally take the pleasure I’ve been craving.
His mouth wraps around me, sucking hard, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His fingers tug at the base of my hair, forcing my back to arch as much as it can given the cramped space.
Breathless, trapped in the angle, I can barely keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts as he pounds into me harder.
His free hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit.
He rubs slow at first, teasing, before circling faster, building the pressure until my body trembles.
My pussy clamps down around him, and he groans deep, as if he can feel every twitch of my release.
He fucks me faster until I squirt all over him—soaking his pants, his fingers, everything.
I’m still shaking from my release as he grips both my ass cheeks, squeezing them together, his moan tearing free.
His warmth spills inside of me, filling me until I can’t take another ounce.
His teeth graze my neck before his tongue follows, pulling a shaky breath from me as I tilt my head back, giving in.
“Fuck, Jainey,” he growls against my skin, his grip bruising in the best way. “I knew the second I saw you… I had to have you.”
I collapse against him, forehead pressed to his, both of us gasping for air. “Funny, because I felt the same way,” I whisper, a shaky smile tugging at my lips.
“I see that,” he chuckles against my mouth. “And I’m not done with you yet—this is just the beginning of proving myself.”
“I think I like the sound of that,” I tell him brushing a quick peck against his lips. “You’re already doing a hell of a job, pretty boy.”
For a moment, neither of us moves. The world outside might as well not exist. His hand moves slow against my back, tracing lazy circles like he’s trying to calm me down—or maybe himself. The smell of him wrapping around me until I can finally breathe again, the taste of liquor lingering.
He lets out a low chuckle. “If we sit here any longer, the neighbors are for sure gonna start asking questions.”
“Hell, let them. Might make their lives a little less boring.”
He grins, and that look of his makes my stomach twist all over again. I slide off his lap, pretending to ignore how shaky my legs feel. I reach for the handle to open the door, when he beats me to it, guiding me out.
The cool air hits me instantly, sobering, kissing the sweat off my skin. I shiver, but his arm’s already around me. The man can go from reckless to gentleman in under ten seconds. Is it too soon to say I’m in love?
Inside, his place is sleek—dark furniture, a faint trace of cologne still hanging in the air—but I barely register the décor because he’s too distracting, and he knows it.
His hand finds mine again, fingers lacing together like it’s nothing, but every step down the hallway hums with something between tension and curiosity.
He did say I’ll be curious… and he was obviously right.
The door clicks shut behind us, and the energy that followed us from the car lingers, pulsing between each breath.
He steps close, brushing a strand of hair off my shoulder. I lean into him, my head settling on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and deep against my ear. His fingers trail up and down my arm in slow, teasing lines that send goosebumps racing across my skin.
The world outside could be burning and I’d still be here, caught under his touch, letting the night swallow every thought but him.
I lift my chin, meeting those blue eyes that have no business looking that dreamy, yet daring all at once. He presses a kiss to my forehead and my pulse flutters like it has wings.
As we lay down I can’t help but be a little too intrigued with the idea of us.
But that’s the stupid part—we don’t know each other at all.
Still, something in me wakes up around him, like a match struck too close to the skin.
I shouldn’t trust it , but it makes me want to reach for more instead of searching for the exit like I normally do.
I don’t know why I’m like this. It’s like I live for the challenge. I don’t know why I don’t fall for the guys who’s already head-over-heels for me. Instead, I’m here, falling someone who’s not only smooth with his word—but also his hands.
But nothing in my life ever follows logic, so maybe—I’ll just let this play out and see where it takes me.