"I want you, Saxon. Please." She writhes on me.
A clock ticks in my head—I know Cabal procedure and rollout locations, and how fast they can get here, once they send my location to a new crew. We have a matter of minutes before they catch up. I know for a fact they're behind us, somewhere.
But…she's right here. On my lap. Begging for it.
She takes my hands in hers and presses them to her curves, one against her breast and the other between her thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she's so soft. Her thighs are like silk. I cup her breast and then tug the cup of the bustier down to reveal one breast, thumbing the nipple until she whimpers. Her pussy…fuck. I drag one finger along her thong-covered seam. I remember how she looked when she came…fuck, so sexy.
I have zero control over my hands. My fingers tug the tiny little scrap of red fabric aside and find her wet and waiting. Slick, hot, and tight. Delve inside her, eliciting a loud moan.
TICKTOCK—TOCKTOCK…
Just one orgasm. I just need to feel her come apart one more time. Hear her moans. Hear her say my name as she comes.
Find her clit and play with it while I pinch her nipple. She pants, whimpers. "Saxon…oh god. Oh god."
"Give it to me," I growl in her ear, and then nip her earlobe with my teeth. "Come for me, Terra."
"Want…you—oh fuck, fuck!" She grabs the steering wheel and holds on, writhing and grinding. "Want—you. You. Saxon, please. I need…you."
“Come for me." I tease her, then, just a little.
Immediately, she drops her head, one hand clapping over mine between her thighs. "Please, please. Don't stop."
"Come for me."
She grinds on me, gasping, head thrown back, and she keeps her hand on mine, fingers aligned over mine, showing me exactly how she wants it: slow and light, until she hits the cusp, and then faster and faster, and then slow again.
Her cries increase in volume and pace, and then she's whimpering and keening. "In me," she gasps. "In me. Please. Please."
I slide two fingers inside her, and then three, and she clamps down on them, two of her fingers taking over her clit as I pinch and roll her nipple with my other.
She explodes, then, back arching, hips flying upward, a scream ripping from her throat as she comes. She jackknifes forward, bending over, and then spasms upward again, and I fuck her with my fingers and pinch her nipple as hard as I dare.
She comes down slowly from the peaks of orgasm, gasping, panting, sweat on her temple and dotting her upper lip. "You're a devious bastard, Saxon Cabot." She keeps her hand on mine, nestled between her still-shaking thighs. "You keep making me come when I'm trying to seduce you into letting me do…something to you."
"I get as much out of making you come as I would you doing anything to me."
She twists to look at me. "Bullshit."
"It's the truth."
She holds my eyes. "I think you're lying to me. Or lying by omission. There's something else going on."
“We have to go. They won't be far behind."
She rolls her eyes. "Sir, yes sir. Get in the passenger seat—it’s my turn to drive this big beast."
She doesn't move, though, so either I have to slide out the door or climb awkwardly out from underneath her. Which means sliding my erection against her.
"Terra, come on."
"It's all you, big boy."
"Lift up."
“Can't, ceiling’s in the way." She wiggles her ass downward, against me. Nestles my cock between the soft, nakedness of her sweet, sexy backside, giving me a taste of what I so desperately want.
"Fuck."
