“Fuck yeah, I do.” I dip my head and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it between my teeth, laving my tongue around the stiff peak before moving to the other, paying equal attention to both.
“Oh, God… Marek…that…feels…ohhh…” Her words stop abruptly as she arches her back, her body tightening like a string on a bow. She slams one hand onto my chest and she lets out a long, desperate sigh as her inner walls contract and she climaxes around my fingers.
The car slows to a stop, and I know we must be at the gates of the house. Although I don’t want to lose this connection, I reluctantly slip my fingers from her wetness, helping to adjust her dress and cover her breasts as she slides off my lap and back to the seat.
My cock is quite irritable for being neglected, but I do my best to readjust it in my pants while the car begins slowly moving forward again up the lighted driveway to the entrance of the house.
I steal a peek at Harper beside me, who looks completely wrecked after an endorphin-producing orgasm. She gives me a side-eyed glance and grins.
“That was quick,” she chuckles, lifting her hips to tug the edge of the dress down a bit more modestly.
“Which part? The car ride back or theride?”
She winks. “You know which one. But you also know there’s more to come. You, for example.”
I laugh, but it sounds more like the whine of a desperate man. The car stops and the driver opens the back door, helping Harper with a hand as she elegantly slides out of the seat as I do the same on my side, removing my tuxedo jacket to hold in front of my erection.
“Thank you, Bradley. Why don’t you plan on picking us up at 8:30 tomorrow morning? Traffic should be relatively light for a Sunday morning to get back to the arena. We’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Talbert. You two have a good night.”
I don’t miss the teasing smile on his lips before he tips his chauffeur’s hat down and turns back to the car.
He may not have seen or heard anything from the back seat, but he’s no fool. The minute the screen went up, it was a clear indicator we were fooling around. Especially with one look at Harper. Her carefully straightened hair from earlier is now a sexy, tousled mess and her once perfectly lined lipstick is now smeared and worn off.
I reach out my hand to take hers, leading her to the front door where I unlock it with the key, gesturing for her to enter first.
Without waiting for the car to drive off, I swing the door closed and press her against it, my hands everywhere in hopes of getting her naked as quickly as possible.
Her eagerness matches mine as her fingers work with quick assurance at the button and zipper of my pants. I want nothing more than to feel those slim fingers wrapped around my cock right now, but I fear if they do, it’ll be over in a matter of minutes. So I stop her with a hand on her wrist.
Harper tips her head up and blinks at me with disappointment. I slowly shake my head.
“I’m only stopping you because I’m too close. You touch me and I’m bound to come like a teenage boy,” I admit, kissing her lips once just to taste her again. “Let’s take this upstairs.”
“Okay.”
She pushes off the door and I move out of her way, allowing her to brush past me, watching her ass sway from behind. I follow her a few steps, staring longing as she walks down the hallway toward the staircase. When Harper reaches the bottom step, she stops short. I nearly bump into her.
“What?”
She answers me without turning around, but by lowering the straps of her dress down her arms, pushing the material past her hips until she kicks it off her feet and it drops to the floor.
My mouth dries and my cock throbs inside my pants. I watch in awe as she bends forward straight at the waist, revealing the black lace panties and long, shapely legs that have me gasping for air and reaching for the banister to hold myself up.
“Oh, fuck me. You play dirty.”
She lets out a laugh, twisting her neck around, giving me the sexiest, dirtiest, come-hither wink I’ve ever seen. With a seductive wag of her ass, she spreads her legs that seem to go on for miles, the heels still on. I snap. I can’t handle it any longer.
“Don’t you dare fucking move,” I command, grabbing around her waist to yank her hips toward me. She’s still bent at the waist and the motion has her reaching behind me to grasp the back of my legs, her fingernails digging into the flesh with a painful stab.
With my pants partially undone, I shove them and my underwear to the ground, kicking them off my heels. My leaking cock is painfully hard, and I give it a tight squeeze at the base, my balls tightening in anticipation of getting between those legs.
Pinching the edge of her panties, I slowly drag them down her legs, brushing the smooth skin along the way, making it pebble with goosebumps in reaction. When I have them at her feet, she steps out, one leg at a time. Running my fingers up the length of her leg, I reach her pert ass that is gloriously on full view.
I glide my palms over each round globe before pulling her back into me with my hands on her hips. My erection plunges between her thighs, gliding through her wet folds as I let out a hiss of pleasure.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing.”