“You go. I want to keep working.”
“Carrie, you’ve been here for sixteen hours. You need to sleep.”
“This is why I don’t do relationships. People are always trying to take care of me.”
She felt more than heard the disappointment in his sigh before his hands settled on her shoulders and squeezed. “What is so wrong with someone wanting to take care of you, baby?”
She knew he meant well, and she didn’t want to push him away.
“Fine. I’ll come home with you, but you’re staying up long enough to bang me.”
His laughter shook her as he squeezed her shoulders again. “Am I now little one? We’ll have to see about that.”
Carrie switched off her monitors and packed up the laptop. After Peter went to bed, she could always work from home. Sex energized her. Walking out, she enjoyed the view as she followed her sexy Secret Service agent out to his SUV. When she was in the passenger seat, Peter leaned in and kissed her. As he broke away, his hand drifted under the hem of the skirt she wore.
“Take your panties off and give them to me,” he said darkly.
Carrie’s eyes went wide. “Here? We’re parked in the street.”
“Now.” His body was blocking the door, and it was unlikely anyone would see, but she was still shaking from embarrassment. The way his eyes pierced into her as he waited for a response sent shock waves of arousal through her system and straight to her clit, so she lifted her ass off the seat and hooked her thumbs into her panties. Dropping them to her knees, she settled back onto the seat and slid them the rest of the way off. When she handed them to Peter, he tapped the end of her nose with his finger as he slipped them into his pocket.
Once he was in the driver’s seat, he looked at her. “How badly do you want me to fuck you?”
“Pretty fuckin’ bad now,” she said in a breathy voice that she didn’t even recognize as her own.
“Prove it. Lift your skirt up around your waist and start playing with that pretty cunt of yours. No coming, and no stopping until we get home unless I say otherwise.”
Her breathing sped up as she looked from him to the windshield and back. “It’s the middle of the city. There are cameras,” she squeaked.
“Come on, baby. Play with me.”
She groaned because she knew she was going to say yes, but stuck her tongue out at him as she hoisted her skirt up just to make herself feel better.
As the motor roared to life, his hand twisted in her hair and pulled hard enough to sting.
“I thought we talked about you and that tongue. Stick it out at me again, and all you’ll get is a face fucking and a spanking when we get home.”
She gasped. That was hot. And she could tell he was serious, which made her even more turned on. Turned on enough that she was now fully committed to his game. His hand was still fisted in her hair, pulling, so she looked him in the eye as she whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He grinned, the kind of grin that would have melted her panties had she been wearing any, and let go of her hair. “Good girl. Now get those fingers busy. I want you soaked by the time we get home.”
***
Giggles filled the hallway of Peter’s apartment building as he hauled Carrie to his door, only setting her down long enough to unlock it. Once inside, he picked her up again and brought her to his bedroom where he dumped her on the bed.
“Clothes off. Now.” He was already busy shedding his t-shirt and jeans.
When she was naked, he flipped her onto her stomach. “On your knees, baby,” he said. “I want to see that gorgeous ass in the air.”
He was going to enjoy plunging his rigid cock into her while his fingers dug into her hips. A groan escaped him just thinking about it.
Wasting no further time, he put his hands on her waist and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. Since she had spent the entire twenty-plus minute ride home fingering herself, she was dripping and didn’t need any preparation, but he dragged two fingers along her glistening slit anyway and shoved them deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him and she let out a strangled cry. An orgasm was hovering seconds away, and he knew it.
“You were a good girl tonight.” He pulled fingers almost completely out of her. “Should I let you come, or should I just make you suck me off and put you to bed?” he asked and plunged his fingers deep again.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, please, please.”
A low rumble of a laugh shook him, and his thumb found her clit. “Since you asked so nicely, come.”
