Mr One-Night Stand

‘It’s time enough for me to return the favour,’ she said, placing her hands on his thighs and slipping from his lap, coming to nestle on her knees between his feet on the floor.

The car took a bend and she steadied herself using his legs, her fingers biting into his flesh.

‘Easy,’ he said, taking hold of her arm and using his free hand to gain purchase on the trim of the car.

She smiled up at him. Christ, he was so hot.

She wanted to imprint the sight of him in her mind, all dishevelled and feverish. The feeling of excitement at having him at her mercy, the heat of his grip on her bare arm, the cool air of the car keeping her exposed nipples pert and alert. Her clit had barely recovered and the throb was back with a vengeance.

She dropped her eyes to his belt, to his zipper, the fastening taut as his hardness pressed against it. Her mouth salivated as she smoothed her hands along his thighs until they reached the object of her fascination.

‘You are truly beautiful,’ he said, the hand at her arm dropping to cup her breast, his fingers and thumb caressing her sensitised skin.

The knowledge that he was enjoying the sight of her semi-nakedness was just as thrilling as his touch. She bit her lip against the resurging tension. It was his turn.

Forcing herself to concentrate, she fed the leather of his belt through the loops. The metal from its buckle jangled as she parted it, the sound oddly thrilling, making her fingers quiver as she undid his button. Then, taking hold of his zip tab, she paused to look at him from beneath her lashes.

‘You can tell me to stop, if you want?’

She was purposely teasing him, needing to have the memory of his earlier hesitation forgotten, obliterated by his total surrender.

And she had it.

He looked to her with almost pained ferocity, his expression dark and erotically charged as he thrust one hand into her hair. ‘Fuck, no.’

She gave him a wicked grin, his impassioned response going to her head as she slid the zipper down. ‘That’s better.’

CHAPTER FOUR (#u462e08a4-f7a6-5466-b490-ac3f3cc1131d)

BETTER—IT WAS fucking better.

But then...

It could hardly get any worse.

Marcus threw his head back, his hands flying to the edge of his seat, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to push out the moral judgement threatening.

He shouldn’t be letting her do this. They shouldn’t be doing this. When she realises who I am...when we have to work tog—

Her fingers slipped around his cock, killing off all thought as his eyes shot back to her.

Fuck, she was beautiful!

Her green eyes, vibrant and captivating as they flicked between his own eyes and his crotch, seared him, blinding him to the reality of the situation and the gravity of it.

She pulled him out and gave a small gasp, her eyes widening as she took in his entirety. Her open appreciation was like rocket fuel to his swelling erection. Then she moved her hand over him, her gaze wrapped up in the sight of him, and the heat surged forcibly to the head of his dick, his thighs trembling beneath him. He gripped the side of the car tight, his teeth gritted tighter.

He was going to shoot his load over her any moment.

‘Jennifer...’ The effort of forming her name made him sound pained.

But she didn’t even break focus. Her hold tightened and her dainty pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. The move was so carnal and electrifying he bucked within her fingers and she shot him a look, cheeks flushed, eyes hungry.

A groan tore through his throat. Beautiful didn’t even cut it!

She was still half naked, her arms restricted by her dress, her tits propped upon it and pressed together while she explored him, their darkened peaks luring him, the valley between tight and evocative. How he’d love to thrust himself inside that channel, watch as he jacked all over...

Fuck! She’s going to be your business partner! She has no idea who you are!

Salacious heat spread through him. He was damned. No matter that he knew it was wrong. The idea had now brought an erotic twist which swamped all else and had pre-cum escaping his swollen head. He looked down to catch her brushing across it with her thumb, its pad spreading it teasingly down the underside of his cock, her eyes marvelling like he was the best thing she’d ever seen. And then she met his eye, bowed her head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

His nails bit into the car’s upholstery, his eyes fixed on hers, pre-cum seeping anew, and blindly she dipped to taste him, flicking out her delicate tongue and cleaning him like a fucking ice lolly.

His glutes clenched. ‘Jennifer...’ he breathed.

He was so close.

She answered his plea with a smile that screamed smut and slid her mouth over him, surrounding him with her inviting wetness. The head of his cock collided with the back of her throat, blood rushing to feed it, and his mind turned dizzy with the heat streaking through his body.

She undulated, circling her tongue the length of him as she sucked him back, her free hand slipping down between her legs to work herself at the same time.

Fuck yeah!

The sight had his cock ramming into the back of her throat and she gagged, the sound obliterating all remnants of his control.

Releasing his hold on the car seat, he shoved his fingers through her hair. ‘Take it!’

She moaned in response, the sound guttural, vibrating around his plundering cock. He heard her take a breath through her nose and then she sank, burying him in deep. He’d never felt anything so intense, seen anything so goddamn erotic. This redhead, on her knees, with his hands rammed in her hair, her cheeks hollowed out as she worked the whole of him throat-deep, her hungry eyes glittering as she watched him, her arm shifting frantically as she got herself off.

He pulled her head up, the suction making his balls contract, and her eyes looked to him in lustful surrender, telling him to dictate, to drive...

‘Fuck, sweetheart.’ He drove her down over him, setting her to his rhythm, his depth.

The cabin was filled with the smacking sound of her cheeks. In and out. In and out.

He wrapped her hair around his fist, his other hand gripping at the seat-edge as he lost total sight of where they were, who they were. All he could see now were those lustful green eyes and that perfect mouth, his cock slick with her saliva...

He wanted to warn her, but his orgasm ripped through him, its force blowing his mind as he held her head still, watching himself explode into her, her eyes sparking as she drank him in.

She took his all like a heavenly drink, her mouth moving over him as her moans filled the cabin, her body rocking between his legs as her own orgasm claimed her.

He didn’t want to blink, didn’t want to miss a second. He softened his hold in her hair, his fingers starting to caress rather than hold, his eyes absorbing the vision that she was.

When she eventually shifted to straighten her clothing he helped her. She smiled at him, her hands slipping her breasts back into her bra.

The brief sight was enough to make him wish he could go again. And he would go again—no doubt about it. Very soon.