Page 136 of Beautifully Ruined

I claim her mouth, dry fingering her as much as I can.

The driver is silent, and I can imagine his eyes on her, as I lift my hand, pushing it up under her shirt, dragging it up to expose her lace cupped tit, and I lean down to chew on her nipple lightly, licking and sucking and making her gasp.

I edge the lace down to expose her and then I kiss and lick her throat, making my way up to her mouth as I undo her pants and slide my hand in to reach that liquid gold of her.

Because my little kinky girl is fucking wet. She’s lifting her hips as I grind the side of my hand in against her, pushing up, and I mash her clit.

I want to finger fuck her for real, but she’s panting, so I change my mind. I plunder her mouth, fucking her tongue with mine as I work her clit to give her a rough, fast orgasm, one that’s going to be both pleasurable and somehow empty.

She’ll want something in her, and I want her a mess.

The car swerves and someone honks loudly.

I also don’t want to pull her pants down to expose her as it’s only early evening and I don’t particularly want this guy to crash. The car swerves again as she moans out my name, shuddering against me, and her clit throbs hard against my hand.

I pull out and leave her to button up as I tug her shirt down, and she turns, hiding her face against me.

“You’re a menace,” she whispers, breathing hard.

“And you loved every moment.”

I meet the shocked driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror, and he averts them suddenly, like I caught him peeking. Which, I guess, I did. Even as I wanted to give him a show.

She pushes her face further in against me and while I want to discuss everything that happened in that wine bar, I don’t, waiting until we get to my loft.

We get out, and the driver takes off.

I slide my hand in hers. She’s everything a man could want. More. And my heart swells, bigger than my dick that more than wants some action, and I wait until we’re about to go into the building when I push her into the wall outside and kiss her long and slow like we’ve got all the time in the world.

I think I could live my life with her and never be bored.

But there are too many people around at this hour to indulge her fantasies some more. Instead, I kiss her forehead and open the door downstairs.

When we reach my loft, I almost tell her to strip. But she does the next best thing. She changes into one of my oversized shirtsand goes to the kitchen, pours us both a whiskey, and roots around for food.

“What are you in the mood for?” I ask, her ass flashing bare and gorgeous as she opens the bottom drawer of the fridge.

I lean against the counter and sip the whiskey.

“I was going to cook.”

“Can you cook?”

“I know how to not starve.” She grins.

I take the box of mac and cheese from her and put it away, kissing her nose as I pull her into my arms. “We’ll order something. It’s better, and we can shop for supplies on the weekend. Now. How did it go? Were you careful?”

She averts her eyes, and my heart sinks.

“Violet?”

“I was careful.” But she spins out of my arms to get her drink and then goes to the fridge and finds an old Sprite and murders her whiskey with an unhealthy glug.

“Vi.” I rub a hand over my head and almost knock my glasses to the floor. I pull them off and put them on the counter.

She comes up, folds them, and looks for the case.

I snatch them from her and just put them behind me. “Vi.”