Sasha peeked at me. “You okay, babe?”
Biting my lower lip, I could only manage a slight shake of my head.
Worry creased his brow as he kept one eye on the road. “What’s wrong?”
If I told him what I was thinking, I knew he’d try to talk me out of it. I wasn’t thinking clearly, my brain fuzzy as a haze of lust clouded my judgment. Because the idea at the forefront of my mind was hands down the craziest thing I would likely ever do, and I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t care. I’d lived a life staring danger in the face, but this time I was facing it on my own terms.
The sound of my seatbelt being unbuckled was deafening inside the tight cabin of the sports car.
“Gemma, what are you doing?” Sasha’s voice rose in panic.
I didn’t answer. Twisting in my seat, I pulled my knees beneath me so I could lean my torso over the center console.
“Gemma,” Sasha tried again. “Get back in your seat and buckle up. This isn’t safe.”
I ignored him, my fingers brushing his fly, and he jolted in his seat.
“We’re five minutes from your place. This can wait.”
“No,” I panted, licking my lips. “I won’t make it that long.”
Working the button through the loop, I dragged the zipper down. A victorious thrill ran through me when I palmed his hard cock over his boxers, and his head tipped back on a moan. He might be protesting the location, but he was ready for action.
When I traced a line above the elastic of his underwear, he hissed.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I taunted, leaning over enough that the warmth of my breath could be felt through the thin cotton, the last barrier preventing me from taking him inside my mouth.
Sasha’s hand smoothed over the crown of my head before he fisted my hair. Voice rough, he replied, “Baby, you know I do. But we should wait.”
Lifting my gaze to meet his, I instructed in a sultry tone, “Keep your eyes on the road.”
I yanked the boxers out of my way, and his impressive cock sprang free, gently slapping my cheek. Gripping the base, I held it steady, pointed toward the ceiling as I licked the underside, coating it so I could swallow it down easier.
Sasha’s harsh breathing was music to my ears, but I wanted to fucking make him sing, to unravel him in the same way he did me every time we were together. This was my chance, and I wasn’t about to waste it. He was wholly at my mercy as he sat immobile behind the wheel.
My lips parted, and I rimmed them around the head.
The grip on my hair tightened. “Don’t tease me.”
His rough voice settled right between my thighs, sending the throbbing to near-nuclear levels. If I shifted just right, maybe I could ride the seam of my jeans to get myself off while I took care of Sasha.
We were almost home. If I was going to do this, it needed to be now.
Taking a deep breath, I unhinged my jaw and slid down Sasha’s shaft as far as I could go in one stroke.
When the car swerved, my surprised yelp was muffled by the dick shoved so far down my throat that I gagged.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, using his hold to drag me off before forcing me back down.
The devil on my shoulder smirked, knowing we had him.
“Fuck, your mouth should be illegal.”
I preened under his praise, humming around him.
“Oh, shit,” he gritted out.
Damn, he’s almost there already?
