Chapter Thirty-One #2
Kate crosses her arms, propping her boobs up even higher. “Knew I’d be nervous about walking the red carpet and thought it might be a good way to distract myself. It’s hard to freak out too much about flashing cameras and meeting celebrities when you’re dripping wet all evening.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
She sighs loudly. “Too bad you didn’t bother to check or ask. If you did, I’d be on my knees right now with your cock in my mouth.”
“I—”
“You what? Gonna promise to check every time we leave the house? Promises, promises, Jake. Maybe what you need are some consequences.”
Without warning, she glides from her seat and kneels in front of me. My mouth goes completely dry like I haven’t had a drink in months.
“What did you have in mind?” I swallow hard on the proverbial edge of my seat, wondering what she has in store for me. Going out of my fucking mind seeing her like this. Taking control. Being sassy. Acting like my own personal goddamn sex goddess.
With her finger pressed to my lips, she doesn’t say a single word as she leans forward and palms my cock through my dress pants. Every touch sends shockwaves through my body, winding me up tighter and tighter. Fuck. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come in my pants.
I arch against the seat, adjusting to give her more access and widening my legs. Kate drags her finger from my lips down my neck and chest while she continues to rub me. Once her hands hit my waist, she quickly unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, never taking her eyes off mine.
“God, Kate. I—”
She shakes her head and removes her hands from my body. “No talking, Jake. If you talk or make a sound, I’m not going to touch you. Do you understand?”
I gulp and nod vigorously, desperate to have her hands back on me.
She grins widely. “Good boy. Now, I’m going to have my way with you while you’re quiet as a mouse.”
Holy fuck.
Licking her lips, she reaches for the waistband of my boxers.
Trying to be a good boy like I’ve been told, I lift my hips to make it easier for her to slide them down.
My cock springs free, standing at full attention.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this hard.
It has to be a combination of walking around all evening with a semi and watching her take control.
A bead of precum drips down my tip, and she takes that as an invitation to put her lips on me, sending me almost flying off the goddamn seat.
The long stroke of her tongue up my shaft, followed by the flick at the end when she licks off the drop of precum, nearly does me in.
There’s no way I’m going to last long. Not after everything she’s said and done.
My hands grip the leather of the seat as she takes me deep, tears brimming in her eyes as she doesn’t take her gaze off me.
She’s only done this a few times, and I swear each time is fucking better than the last. Not sure she’ll be able to top this one, though.
There’s something so erotic about watching her take all of me on her knees with someone else close by.
And it’s further heightened by her requirement that I don’t make a sound.
Practically impossible, based on the way she’s sucking.
Being quiet is killing me. I want to praise her for the great job she’s doing.
Tell her that no one else has ever made me feel like she does.
How I’ll never get tired of the way her mouth takes my cock.
How perfect her lips feel against my skin.
How I could fuck her every minute of every day and it would never be enough. A lifetime isn’t enough.
“Holy fuck,” I shout as she hollows her cheeks, sucking me even harder as her hand caresses the underside of my balls. “Oh my God, Kate. I’m going…”
She pops off my dick, looking up at me with disappointment in her eyes. “What did I tell you about being quiet? You’ve been a very naughty boy. What am I going to do with you?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Definitely didn’t expect this side of her, but I’m fucking loving every minute of it.
She taps her index finger against her lips. “Hmmm…” Her eyes light up, and a wicked grin splits her face. “I have the perfect punishment in mind.”
With her hands on my bare thighs, she lifts herself until she’s straddling me, unable to fully sit down since her dress won’t go higher than her knees.
She bunches her gown in one hand and guides the tip of my cock with the other until it’s rubbing against her clit.
The movement of the limo on the bumpy streets, combined with her slowly sliding up and down on my dick, ignites a raging fire inside me.
A raspy moan comes out of Kate as she tosses her head back and grinds against me. Her breaths are rapid as her pulse visibly pounds in her neck. Sweat starts to drip down my back, dampening my white dress shirt, not that I fucking care. I’m living out every man’s fantasy.
“God, Jake. You feel so good,” she murmurs, increasing her pace. “I’m so close…”
I grab her waist, digging my fingers into her hips to help guide her. If she keeps this up, I’m going to fucking come all over her dress when I’d much rather be inside her. I grit my teeth as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine and my muscles tense.
“Oh my God, Jake!” Kate’s back arches as she climaxes with utter ecstasy written across her face.
Not wanting to lose momentum, I start thrusting my hips upward, sliding my dick across her clit as she rides the wave of pleasure. Fuck. I’m so goddamn close.
“That was incredible,” she says, collapsing against my chest. “Definitely should do that again sometime.”
“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. Can’t you tell I’m still fucking rock hard from you teasing me all night?” My hands grab her bare ass and pull her closer to me. “We still have plenty of time until we get to the hotel, and I’m fully planning on watching you ride my cock in this limo.”
Kate leans back, looking me in the eyes, still out of breath. “I don’t think that’s possible. This dress is more restricting than I thought. Maybe next time?”
I growl in frustration. There’s no fucking way I can handle not sliding into her in the next few minutes. The edging has me about to lose my mind. I’ve got to have her now.
“Fuck it. I’m going to rip this dress off you.”
Her eyes go wide. “Jake, this is Valentino. I think it’s couture. All I know is that means it’s expensive.”
“Don’t fucking care. I’ll buy you a new dress.”
I crash her lips against mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth to distract her while my hands reach for the hem of her dress and give it a good rip. The sound of tearing fabric startles Kate as she pulls away from the kiss for a brief moment with a gasp and a flash of hunger in her eyes.
“Going to fuck you now,” I murmur, adjusting her hips and thrusting into her until I’m fully seated.
“Holy shit,” she pants.
“Hold on. I’m about to show you what happens when you’re a fucking good girl who’s edged me all night.”
She braces her hands against the back of the seat as I piston into her with all my energy. As much as I’m chasing a release, I’m desperate for her to come on my cock. I swear it’s the best fucking sensation in the world.
It doesn’t take long until her pussy starts to squeeze my shaft, growing tighter and tighter as her moans get louder and louder. It’s all so fucking hot.
“Jake!” Kate cries out as she clamps down on my cock like a goddamn vise, making it nearly impossible for me to keep moving in and out of her at the pace I want.
“Fuck,” I groan when a mind-blowing orgasm takes over my body, electrifying every one of my nerves and causing me to see stars.
We’re both panting heavily and sweating as we come down from the high. Neither one of us moves an inch, so I’m still deep inside her when the driver comes on the intercom, letting us know that we’re about to pull up to the hotel.
Kate gives me a quick kiss. “If all red-carpet events end this way, I might be up for attending more of them.”
My mouth falls open as Kate lifts herself off me and works to adjust her dress.
“Do I look okay?” she asks, her face flushed and hair slightly askew.
I chuckle, tucking a piece of stray brown hair behind her ear. “You’re always beautiful, Kate. But you also look freshly fucked.”
She grins widely. “Good, that’s exactly what I was going for tonight.”
Holy fuck. I love this woman.