Impatience forces me to shove his hand aside, unfastening my seatbelt to click it back into place behind me so I’m freed up in the seat. Warner gives me the side eye, attempting to focus on the road but obviously distracted by me straining over the car’s centre console.
“What are you doing?” he asks suspiciously.
“Just drive.”
Reaching for his belt, I make short work of unfastening the thick leather to free his zipper. He’s wearing boxers underneath. That doesn’t stop me from stretching to slip a hand inside and feel for his already-hard length.
“Fucking hell, Em. You need to stop.”
“You need to focus on the road.” I slide my hand around the bulge trying to punch through his boxers.
“Little hard to do with your hand on my cock.”
“Well, learn fast… My hand isn’t staying here for long.”
Sliding his dick free, I take a second to appreciate the thick, generous shaft. He’s slightly smaller than the other two, but not by much. Still broad enough to fill my palm, the corded steel pulsating with heat.
When I replace my hand with my mouth, Warner unleashes a slew of curses. I’m folded over the console to reach his lap, allowing me to eagerly suck him in. Hearing him muttering above me is damn exhilarating, accelerating the throb between my thighs.
It isn’t the most comfortable position, but I don’t let that stop me from working my mouth up and down on his cock. With each pull, I take another inch between my lips, tongue swirling over the velvety head.
Not even the sound of the SUV’s engine rumbling as he accelerates can deter me. I’ve got Warner trapped. Pinned to his seat by my mouth worshipping the one part of him that he hasn’t given me.
Yet.
I’m going to change that.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his dick, I pump his length in time to each lick and suck. He’s a growling mess, veering through traffic fast enough to test my balance. On what feels like a sharp turn, I fall forwards an inch, causing him to breach the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Warner hisses out. “Love, please. You’re going to kill me.”
After our last interruption, I’m the one feeling fit to burst. Knowing that he sat there and listened to the sound of his enforcer ploughing into me is too much. I wish he’d walked in to join Axel and Hyland.
A warm hand clasps the back of my neck and pulls, encouraging my head to lift. Warner keeps one eye on the road while guiding me back into my seat, leaving his cock bare and glistening.
“Fine. You want to play?”
“Yes,” I hum.
“Then sit there and touch yourself like a good girl, Em. Get your cunt wet and dripping for me. The minute we’ve parked, I’m going to slide straight into it.”
A rolling spasm bolts through me, sending nerve endings into overdrive. My hands shake as I reach for my waistband towork on rolling down my jeans. With the SUV’s tinted windows, I don’t have any qualms about kicking them off with my shoes.
I’m left in rapidly soaking panties and a cropped tee, exposing my belly. Warner spares me a hungry glance, keeping a hand on the wheel while lowering the other to grab hold of himself.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Goddammit.” He licks his lips. “Put one hand beneath your shirt. I want you to find your gorgeous tits and play with your nipples. Tell me how it feels.”
Breath short, I skate my fingertips over my belly then beneath my shirt. I’m wearing a stretchy sports bra underneath, the elastic soft and malleable. It easily gives to allow me access to my breast.
My head presses into the seat as I take a handful and squeeze, thumb rubbing over my firm nipple. Warner touches himself while navigating the traffic lights ahead, his hand still slicking over his length.
“I wish you were touching me,” I moan.
“Are your nipples hard, love?”
“Yes. Fuck, I want you so badly.”
