Page 4 of Phobia

She jumped at the contact, her hands finding purchase on my biceps, her expel of breath leaving her in a shocked huff. I circled her clit with the tip, coaxing each shaky exhale out of her, her eyes fighting to stay open. The lollipop slid downward, gathering her arousal on the sugary piece of heaven. Bringing it back between us, her grip on me tightened as I popped the lollipop into my mouth and bit down on it, the sweet candy giving away readily under the pressure, earning the flaring of her eyes as I savored my favorite taste.

Her.

If I could preserve the taste of her pussy in a candy form so I could have her full-bodied sweet-and-earthy flavor playing on my tongue all day, I would.

Discarding the candy stick to the emptied cup holder, I propped all of my weight on my left hand, pulling myself closer to her so I could fit my right hand between her legs. Her back bowed a little as my deft fingers ambled up the inside of her thigh, her ardent gaze locked on mine over the bridge of her nose.

My knuckles brushed along the pleat of her pussy and her sharp sigh pushed a shot of lust into my veins that felt like pure epinephrine, knocking air momentarily out of my lungs, making my head spin. She was my personal adrenaline rush and every frantic, needy sound she made pulled me deeper into her. I stroked along her twice before turning my hand, my middle finger swiping along her, collecting her body’s honey along my finger.

A musical cry lodged itself in her throat when I tunneled my finger forward, her tight, warm channel stretching along the invasion, inch by delicious inch, and squeezing around me. My heart pounded in my chest as my thoughts raced out of control and I had to remind myself to concentrate.

I wanted to hook her legs over the bend of my elbows and fuck her into her car until we broke the suspension, or worse.

I wanted our birth control to fail so we could finally start our family and we could have a half dozen facsimiles of us running around our house.

I just wanted her. All of her. How ever I could have her, forever.

Katrina squirmed under me when I drew my finger back out. Her right hand shot to the window, her fingers splayed as my pointer finger joined my left finger, thrusting forward in search of that toe-curling, ecstasy-inducing place.

“Adam, Adam, Adam!” she chanted my name, her body bucking under me.

Bingo.

Her hips rocked forward, my thumb seating against her clit, as I found a rhythm, pumping my fingers in and out of her, maintaining the motion of my massaging thumb. The pinched concentration on her face told me she was close, her resolve and focus straining. Heat spread from my groin, tingling in my limbs. Precum leaked from the crown of my cock, sticking and chafing the inside of my boxer briefs while sweat cooled my spine as my slow rocking turned into gyrating grinding against her, growing more urgent with every passing second as her inner muscles quivered in warning around my fingers.

But the burst of her release wouldn’t come in time.

From the corner of my eye, a towering shadow fell across the hood of the car and before either of us could react, a fist pounded against the driver’s side window. Katrina jolted, the spell of the moment breaking, her defensive reflexes forcing a hand to shoot for the lock on the door again as she looked in the rearview mirror.

She sagged in a combination of relief and annoyance when she realized who was rounding the car.

“Took him long enough,” she mumbled.

The back door opened, a gust of fall wind ushering in Vince’s woody bergamot cologne and the traces of cigarettes still on his skin as he settled in the seat behind her. Looking tickled fucking pink, he slammed the door shut, the SUV rocking.

Stroking his thumb along his bottom lip, Vince’s amusement curved his mouth into a sinister simper, his eyes half-hooded. “Don’t let me stop you,” he murmured, that punchable unrelenting, hard jaw tightening. “By all means, continue.”

He stretched an arm over the back seat, his parted knees digging into Katrina’s seat, resulting in her scowl. His cruel dark gaze found mine in the gap of her headrest, and his thick brows relaxed. “I know how much you like it when you have an audience.”

Katrina’s legs clamped shut, her lips rolling together as the crimson stain of humiliation spread up the column of her creamy neck.

I tapered my eyes at him.

There was a very fine line between knowing you were being watched from the shadows and an entirely different thing having your audience announce themselves and act smug about it.

I bent my head her way, feathering my lips against hers, finally kissing her. She dissolved under me, her left hand bracketing my cheek, her soft sigh sinking into my bones. Inching her head back a little, she brushed the tip of her nose against mine, communicating she was okay.

Slowly, I slid my fingers from inside of her, the cold draft chilling my slick fingers. “Open,” I instructed.

The blush returned, heating her cheeks, beads of sweat shining against her hairline. Her pillowy lips parted, and I coaxed my fingers inside of her mouth. I watched as her cheeks hollowed out and she licked them clean for me, my cock protesting in my joggers.

Vince had the worst timing.

“We’ll finish this later,” I told her under my breath, adjusting myself with my free hand.

She could be sure about that.

Chapter 2