“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You have no reason to be jealous, Goldi. I only have eyes for you.” I lean over and unbuckle her seat belt, then pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Come here.”
Chiara doesn’t offer resistance. I kiss her tenderly, loving the taste of her tongue. I cup the back of her head so she can’t move away when my soft kiss becomes something else.
I loop my arms around her waist, and with ease, I help her cross to my side so she can sit on my lap. A sense of déjà vu hits me. The first time we kissed was also inside a car. I vividly remember how turned on she made me, how hot and smooth her sweet pussy was under my fingers. I want to make her come again, just like that.
My hands disappear underneath her skirt, traveling up her thighs until they reach her hips. The difference tonight is that she’s wearing tights, which unfortunately makes access to her core a little more difficult. I cup her sex just the same, applying pressure to her clit through the layers of fabric.
Chiara hisses against my mouth before whispering my name softly. My cock twitches, more than ready for action. Down, boy. It’s all about Chiara right now. I slowly circle her bundle of nerves with my thumb while I keep kissing her like there’s no tomorrow. She bites my lower lip right before her entire body trembles and she says, “Yes,” several times in a row.
I pull my hands from under her skirt to crush her against my chest. She rests her head on my shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.
“Was that your way to say you were sorry for not telling me you’d be at the party?” she asks.
“Yes.” I kiss the side of her head before I continue. “Do you want to come to my place?”
If she says no, I don’t think a cold shower will suffice.
“To spend the night?” She leans back to peer at my face.
“Yes, of course.”
“I don’t have anything with me.”
“I have a spare toothbrush, and you can wear one of my T-shirts to sleep in. Or nothing if you prefer,” I tease.
She leans forward and kisses me again, making my desire escalate to a new height. I’m tempted to move the action to the back of my truck and fuck Chiara there. That’s how badly she’s messing with my head. I’m breaking all the rules for her.
“Okay, then. Let’s go,” she whispers against my lips but makes no attempt to get off my lap.
“Goldi, I can’t drive with you on top of me.”
“You can’t?” She kisses my neck. “That’s too bad.”
“I never knew you to be so cruel. I’m dying here.”
“Okay, okay.” She finally slides back to her seat, putting the seat belt on without taking her eyes off me.
With a new sense of urgency, I peel out of the parking lot faster than lightning.
“How long until we get to your house?” she asks.
“At this hour, probably around twenty minutes.”
“Good.” She unbuckles her seat belt and bends over, leaning over my crotch.
“Goldi, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to prove I’m not cruel. I don’t want you to wait that long to get some well-deserved release.”
She makes quick work of my fly, releasing my cock in the next second. Her apt fingers curl around my shaft right before she swipes her tongue over the sensitive head. A hiss escapes my lips, and I’m forced to grip the steering wheel tighter to keep the truck in its lane.
Chiara doesn’t waste time teasing—thank fuck. She brings my entire length into her warm mouth until my cock hits the back of her throat. She repeats the motion, holding the base with one hand and applying just the right amount of pressure. My balls become tighter; it won’t take long for her to send me over the edge.
I place one hand on her back because I need to touch her. I’m glad my windows are tinted when I stop at a red light right next to a police cruiser. I don’t glance in their direction, just keep staring straight ahead. The light mercifully turns green, and the cruiser veers to the right. I come in the next second, letting out a guttural sound as Chiara swallows my hot release. I forget to drive, and the light turns red again. Yes, I’m definitely lucky the cops are gone.
“Holy fuck. You’re a magician, Goldi,” I say once I catch my breath.
“So I’m no longer cruel?”
I glance at her, catching her wiping the corner of her mouth. A sexier sight I’ve never seen. “No, you’re not cruel, but you have a wicked mouth.”
She rewards me with a lazy smile, and my semihard cock starts to come to life again.
Jesus, I need to get home ASAP.
32
Chiara
I don’t know if it’s the clandestine nature of my relationship with Alistair or the man himself that brings out the naughtiest side of me. I’ve never blown a guy in a moving car before. I never had the desire to do so, but with him, I want to try everything.
After a twenty-minute ride, Alistair parks in front of a luxurious condo. Now that I know about his past, I no longer wonder how he can afford certain things.
He cuts the engine before twisting his body to retrieve something from the back seat. A hoodie.
“Here, put this on before you get out of the car.”
