Chapter Ten #3
Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head of my cock, slow and deliberate, and the sensation hits my spine like a live wire.
My entire body jerks before I can stop it.
Before I even catch my breath, she takes me deep again, her mouth closing around me with enough suction to make coherent thought officially fucking impossible.
Jesus Christ.
Everything beyond the windshield blurs into passing trees, endless asphalt, and cars I’m trying very hard not to hit.
The rest of the world might as well not exist. All I can feel is the heat of her mouth.
All I think about is the smug little smile I know she’s wearing while she takes me apart piece by fucking piece.
My hips buck helplessly toward her, my body reacting before my brain can stop it. Her hand keeps working what her mouth can’t reach, tight and rhythmic, matching every slow pull of her lips.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, drawing back just enough to speak.
Her tongue drags from the base of my shaft to the tip, so slowly my grip nearly slips from the wheel.
“Take what I give you.”
The fucking audacity of her.
She’s spent all this time fighting me for control, and now that she finally has it, she’s enjoying every second. Watching my hands tighten around the wheel. Listening to my breathing fall apart. Learning exactly how far she can push before I break.
One of my hands leaves the wheel on instinct, reaching for her hair.
She catches my wrist before I can touch her and plants my hand firmly back where it belongs.
“Both hands, pretty boy.”
A rough laugh tears out of me. “You really think you’re in charge now, don’t you?”
“I don’t think.” Her eyes lift to mine, dark and smug beneath her lashes. “I know.”
“Mama, you have no idea what you’re starting.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
She presses her thumb firmly over the head of my cock, rubbing the sensitive tip in slow circles that send another brutal wave through me.
My jaw clenches. “You think you can wreck me and walk away?”
Her grin widens.
She doesn’t bother answering.
Instead, she slides me back between her lips, her mouth tightening around me before she starts moving again, faster this time. Her hand keeps pace, and the combined pressure coils through every muscle in my body like a spring being wound too fucking tight.
“Cece, I’m gonna—” I choke out, both hands locked around the wheel now, my knuckles white against the leather.
“Mmm, that's it.”
She doesn’t slow down.
The orgasm tears through me hard enough to rip a broken sound from my throat. My back arches off the seat as I come, and Cece swallows every fucking drop.
Normally, that would be the hottest shit ever.
But then she looks up at me, and all I can think is what a fucking waste.
I’d rather have that load buried deep inside her pussy, then use my fingers to push back anything that tried to drip out.
The thought completely fucks me up. My cock twitches in her mouth, already trying to get hard again while I fight to keep both hands locked around the wheel.
“Fucking hell, Mama.”
The final wave tears through me, leaving my whole body shaking, heavy and hollowed out, and barely capable of remembering where the fuck we’re even going.
Cece releases me with a pop and reaches into the glove box for a napkin. She wipes her mouth clean with slow, deliberate movements, entirely too calm for someone who just wrecked my entire fucking nervous system.
Then she settles into her seat, crosses her legs, and looks out the window like nothing happened.
“Now keep driving,” she says, a small, victorious smile pulling at her mouth.
I sit there trying to remember how lungs work while Cece calmly checks herself in the mirror.
She smooths her hair, fixes one hoop, and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb before taking a drink of water like she didn’t just dismantle my entire fucking personality in the front seat of her Civic.
I stare at her. “You are fucking dangerous.”
“You’ll live.”
“For now. But I’m telling you, Mama, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Dramatic.”
“You planned that.”
She lowers the bottle, all fake innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit.”
She slides her sunglasses on and nods toward the windshield. “Now stop driving like someone’s abuela. We have somewhere to be.”
I glance at her. “You can’t do all that and expect me to just carry on like nothing happened.”
“You’re the one who said you could handle anything.”
“Yeah, well.” I tighten my grip on the wheel and look back at the road. “Apparently, that came with terms and conditions.”
“That sounds like an another you problem.”
I drag a hand down my face. “Cece.”
“Drive, bebé.”
I go still for half a second, my hands tightening on the wheel.
Her lips part when she realizes what slipped out.
My grin comes back slow. “What did you call me?”
“I said drive.”
“There was another word in there.”
“Not sure what you’re talking about, I think you lost too much oxygen. You’re confused.”
“Say it again.”
“Get us to Miami, cabrón.”
“Nah, that’s not the word you just said.”
“Well, that’s all you’re getting.”
She turns the music up loud enough to end the conversation, but not fast enough to hide the smile pulling at her mouth.
Yep. Definitely more than community service.
She fucking wants me.
Winning.