Duncan seemed spurred on by her answer. Even at the awkward angle, he was able to caress her into a state. There was something reckless about this, and she loved it. But she also wanted to make it to his apartment in one piece.
“Focus on the road,” she said, pushing his hand away before pressing hers down the front of her underwear.
“Are you touching yourself?” Duncan asked.
“Yeah,” she whispered, watching him as she circled her clit.
He looked away from the road to confirm her answer. “Fuck.”
A low, breathy moan slipped past her lips.
“You’re killing me here, Retta,” he said.
“Sorry about that.”
When she’d asked him to be her fake boyfriend, she’d expected him to do the bare minimum of performances. But all night Duncan had been attentive, comforting, and entertaining. He’d gone above and beyond what was necessary.
With heavy lids, she watched his jaw clench and unclench. He held the steering wheel like he was trying to impress his hands into it. By the time they arrived at his apartment, she was on the verge of an orgasm. But he swiftly unfastened her seat belt and hauled her into his lap.
“This is what you want?” he asked, grabbing her hand to press to the front of his pants. “Me hard and risking speeding tickets for you?” His voice was distorted into a low bass that skated across her skin.
She brought her mouth to his, breathless from the knowledge he wanted her as much as she did him. They maneuvered themselves out of the vehicle without breaking or spraining anything, and they sped up the stairs to his apartment. It wasn’t clear if Duncan locked the door behind them, but she was already circling her arms around his neck and kicking off her heels.
He groped for the light switch while guiding her into a bedroom where crisp air circulated.
“Last test?” she asked him, pushing the jacket off his shoulders.
Scattering kisses down her neck, he replied, “Three months ago. You?”
“January,” she said, but her voice caught as he grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer to his hard body.
With clumsy fingers, Retta unbuttoned his shirt but quickly abandoned the tedious task to work on his pants. Her movements were rushed and fevered, but she slowed down once his trousers were off. His thighs, a testimony of the work he did every day, stood as unyielding columns. She dragged her fingers along them, feeling his coarse hair and hard flesh. And this was all before she got to his erection pressing against his briefs.
“You’ve gotta do something, baby. I’m trying to—”
He hissed as she finally pushed down his underwear. Her stomach actually fluttered seeing him in all his glory. Taking a hold of his dick from the base, she looked up as she placed her lips on the tip. His eyebrows drew closer together, his mouth fell open, and the veins in his neck made an appearance.
She used her tongue to tease the head before moving down the length. It was only when she returned to the top that she took him fully into her mouth.
His hand automatically traveled to the back of her head. He gently wrapped his fingers around her hair and guided her mouth over his dick at a steady pace. The sight of him with his head tilted back on the doors of his closet, sweat on his dark chest, and a smattering of hair that started at his navel was almost too much.
The low groans he made were loud and unencumbered. She felt them in her body, and they were enough for her to spread her legs and work her wetness around her clit.
Their gazes finally met, and she fucking loved him watching her suck.
“That pretty mouth, wants to take me all, huh?” he rasped.
It was the smile and the gentle way he cradled her head. It was tender. Too tender. It felt like that moment he was helping her calm down at the party. She didn’t want this to be soul revealing or anything. It was just sex.
Relaxing her jaw and flattening her tongue, she pressed herself forward even farther, feeling every vein and contour fill the space in her mouth. Duncan’s smile dropped, and the grip on her hair tightened as he quickened the pace.
“Dammit, Retta,” he shouted after she increased the suction and dug her fingers into the side of his thighs.
Without warning, he pulled his dick from her mouth, dragged her upward by her shoulders, and kissed her deeply. He guided her to his bed, and the sound of her dress ripping filled the room as she fell backward onto the mattress.
“Did you get that pussy ready for me?” he asked, hovering over her with strong arms on either side of her head. “I want to slide right in.”
His words settled on her like molten lava. She could only manage to nod as he removed her soaked panties and tossed them over his shoulder.
