Crave Me

by Geneva Lee

  It got the reaction I had expected.

  Smith grabbed my hips and backed me into the brick wall behind us. “Your ass doesn’t fit in that dress.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s not a dress. It’s a bandage.”

  “Actually it’s a bandage dress.” I bucked my hips against him, brushing across his stiffening cock. “Does it make you hard when I talk back?”

  In a flash, he pinned my arms above my head. His face slanted over mine, hovering dangerously close before his mouth trailed along my jaw. “I told you to behave.”

  His teeth nipped my earlobe.

  “I did,” I moaned.

  His mouth moved lower until his teeth sank into my shoulder. Hard.

  “I saw another man touching you,” he roared. “He had his hands all over you in this pathetic strip you call a dress.”

  I groaned, partially because he had gotten the wrong impression and partially because his lips were on my collarbone. “Edward? He’s as gay as a maypole.”

  “He was touching what is mine!” Smith exploded, slamming my body against the wall with the weight of his. There was no insinuation—no subtlety—to the act. He ground lewdly against my belly, digging his cock into the soft flesh.

  “Yours?” I repeated breathlessly. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, beautiful.” He pulled back, and we both went still as we regarded one another. The line was in front of us. We’d tiptoed around it. We had teetered on the edge. But we hadn’t crossed it. Not yet.

  Smith groaned, his eyes snapping shut for a brief moment, before he leapt over it.

  His mouth collided with mine, mashing against my lips so forcefully that I tasted blood. I didn’t know if it was mine or his. I didn’t care. I only wanted more. More of his taste. More of his tongue. More.

  I was completely under his control. My lips moved in sync with his. My mouth parted for his forceful tongue. He would take me when and how we wanted, but he would take me.

  “Is this what you want, beautiful?” he asked as he licked the edge of my teeth. “Do you want me in your mouth? Where else do you want me?”

  Here. There. Everywhere. My synapses fired rapidly, overwhelmed by the sensations crowding through my body wherever our skin met. I moaned, squirming closer to him. There was no chance of me processing words. I could only show him what I wanted.

  “You’re going to have to be clearer,” he murmured against my mouth. “When I take you to bed, there will be no yes or no. You will belong to me. Now tell me, are you ready to be mine?”

  He drew back and waited.

  I struggled to tell him what I needed to say. In the end, it was five simple words.

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  We made it as far as the garage.

  Smith threw the Veyron into park and was out of his seat and at my door before I’d unbuckled. I accepted his hand, my legs wobbling as I pushed out of the car. The combination of excessive speeding and lust had left me shaky.

  His arm hooked around my waist. Propelling me against the car, his lips crashed into mine. He tasted like bourbon and sex. My hand tangled in his hair, holding him to me. He was intoxicating, and I needed a fix only he could give me. I’d spent so long denying him—denying myself. Now I was ready to let go and shed my inhibitions and my clothes. The window was cool against my heated skin, and my other arm clutched the frame of the car. My fingers slid over the sleek metal, and I moaned into Smith’s mouth.

  He captured my tongue, sucking it into his mouth until I felt the sharp edge of his teeth.

  He had promised to bite.

  My body fought to get closer to his. There were too many clothes. Not enough skin. Smith drew away and spun me around, pushing me until my body molded to the curves of the car.

  “Let me show you why I object to this dress,” he murmured into my ear as he pushed his leg between my thighs and nudged them open. “See how easy your pussy is to access?”

  I tried to nod, but my cheek was smashed to the top of the car, my breath fogging across the metal.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrenched my head back. “I can’t hear you, beautiful.”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Yes what?” He yanked harder, forcing my neck to arch uncomfortably.

  A warm gush of arousal coated my sex as I whimpered, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He lowered my head gently, stroking the side of my face. Then he trailed kisses down the curve of my neck. “I’m going to claim your pussy with my mouth now, and I want you to stay right here like this. Do not move.”

  A desperate sob escaped my lips, and he pressed his mouth against mine as his hands wrenched my skirt up to my waist. “I know you want to give your body to me. No one’s ever protected you before—treasured you, have they?”

  My eyes closed as I shook my head.

  “But that’s what you need, isn’t it?” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while he stroked his knee along my swollen mound.

  I wet my lips as my eyes opened and found his. I didn’t have to say yes. He knew.

  “I’m going to take care of you, beautiful,” he promised. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

  His fingers slid under the bands of my thong and twisted. They snapped hard, stinging across my hips as he ripped away my underwear. The lace grazed across my seam and I bit my cheek to restrain from jerking away. He tossed them to the garage floor. “I’ve thought about tasting you since the moment we met. Open wide for me, so I can.”

  I gripped the car as tightly as I could, tottering on my heels as I wriggled my legs open farther. Smith’s hands ran down my body as he knelt between my splayed thighs. The tip of his finger traced my seam, sending a jolt of electricity sizzling through my swollen sex.

  “You’re so goddamn wet for me. Ripe and ready.” His low voice raked over my skin. He pushed deeper, stretching me open as he thumb circled over my engorged clit. But instead of leaning into me, his arm hooked around my hips and yanked me down, forcing my knees to bend just enough that I was squatting over him. One more quick jerk, and he’d pulled me to his mouth. His tongue lashed out, stroking along my sensitive slit.

  For all intents and purposes, I was sitting on his face, clinging to a Bugatti. The realization lit a fire that crackled down my nerves, setting my body aflame. My thighs burned with the effort of staying upright, but it only heightened my awareness. Pleasure curled inside me, winding tight as Smith sucked my greedy clit. When he flicked it with his tongue, I cried out, nearly losing my balance. I crushed myself to the car as Smith caught my hips to steady me.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he assured me, his voice thick with desire, “but you’re going to let go and come on my tongue.”

  I groaned, shaking my head, but he paid no attention. Or he didn’t care. I couldn’t hold myself up much longer—couldn’t handle the overwhelming sensations taking over my body. Smith nipped my clit and I fractured. The feverish strain occupying my body morphed into ecstasy as he sucked it between his teeth. My arms fell away as I plummeted, pleasure echoing across my limbs.

  But I didn’t hit the ground. Smith’s strong arms bracketed me. His tongue anchored me. I slumped against the car, numb, but he didn’t stop ravaging me with his mouth. My thighs tried to shut against his persistence, but they proved too weak. He slowed his machinations, stroking gingerly along my pulsing cunt until I felt my muscles contract.

  Impossible.

  There was no time to filter more through my oxygen-drenched brain before my limbs spasmed as he coaxed me to another mind-blowing orgasm.

  This time when my climax subsided, my muscles betrayed me entirely. But before I could stumble, Smith swept me into his arms and pinned me to the car, cradling my body against his. I was lost for words. He’d fucked them all right out of my head.

  Brushing his thumb over my lower lip, he pulled it down until my jaw fell open. “Now I want to see your sexy mouth
in action.”

  I reached down, fumbling for his zipper, but he shook his head. Smith kept his arm around me as he led me around to the driver’s side of the car. “I’m not sure what makes you more hot—me or my car?”

  My mouth opened in protest, but he pressed it shut with his index finger.

  “I don’t care what turns you on as long as it belongs to me, beautiful.” There was a click, and the door swung open. “I want your knees on my driver’s seat. Show me how beautiful your cunt is when it’s naked and quivering in my car.”

  I stumbled back, grabbing onto the doorframe as I twisted around and climbed into the bucket seat. The steady pulse between my legs grew more demanding as my skin slid over the buttery leather.

  “My most priceless possession and my most expensive one,” he said, his words taking on a husky tone as he pressed his palm to my sex.

  I didn’t clarify which was which. I should mind that he thought of me as his possession, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I only wanted to be claimed by him. Owned over and over. My mind had stopped processing anything outside of him, his touch, and wanting to please him.

  Behind me, I heard the swish of a zipper. Angling my neck, I watched as he withdrew his cock. I’d seen it before but not like this. It jetted from his groin, majestically flanked by a heavy set of balls. I’d known he was endowed, but seeing it now, fully erect, thrilled—and terrified—me.

  “No need to be scared.” Smith seemed to sense what I was thinking. “I won’t take you until you’re ready.”

  I pressed my lips shyly to my shoulder. It wasn’t like he was my first. Far from it. But it was clear he was in a different league than my past lovers. I wasn’t even sure he was playing the same game.

  “Don’t hide your mouth,” he ordered. “I want to see it in action. I told you I wasn’t sure if you were fucking me or my Bugatti. Show me what that sweet mouth can do to my car.”

  Maybe it was because I was on display. Maybe the two orgasms he’d already given me had fried my brain. Maybe I’d held out for so long that I no longer knew the difference between what I wanted and what he wanted. But instinct took over. I moved farther onto the seat, crawling closer to the steering wheel, until my tongue touched the soft leather. It tasted expensive, like luxury and sin. Shifting my eyes over so that he was in my sight, I dragged my tongue along the circumference. The warm natural musk of the leather mingled with faint traces of salt from Smith’s hand. Angling my head, I ran it over the stitched interior of the wheel, savoring each bump.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Smith’s hand close tightly over his shaft. I moaned as he began to stroke himself off. I was torn between wishing it was my hand and wanting to continue my performance for him.

  Creeping up the steering wheel, I brought my lips to the dashboard, taking time to kiss each button.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Show me how dirty you are.” The hand on my ass pressed hard, increasing the pulsating rhythm of my clit from a faint tick to a drum solo. His reaction spurred me on and I dropped lower, lifting my ass into the air as I pressed my mouth to the center console. The shiny chrome left a metallic taste on my tongue. The car—like us—was the perfect union of opposites, both luxuriously rich and undeniably modern at the same time. I drew my tongue up the metal of the gear shifter, circling the tip of it around the knob before popping my lips over it and swallowing it deep.

  Smith released a groan behind me. “I can’t wait any longer, but I’ll be gentle.”

  The warm crest of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I bit down onto the leather knob in anticipation. He waited a moment, allowing me to adjust—or, at least, prepare myself. Then he began to push inside. My folds, still swollen with blood, ached as they stretched to accommodate his considerable girth. God, his shaft was impossibly thick. I drew back, abandoning my vulgar exhibition so that I could catch my breath as he buried himself deep inside of me.

  This is what I’d been fighting. Pleasure. Indescribable pleasure.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Belle,” he growled.

  My breath caught and I waited. When he didn’t begin, I pushed my hips back, trying to take his dick deeper.

  “Not yet.” He petted my back as he continued with shallow, leisurely pumps. He was taking his time with me even though I kept trying to race forward ahead of him. When suddenly he withdrew, he left a hollow craving in his wake. “I want to see you when I come.”

  I manoeuvred onto my back as he pulled a condom from his pocket. He ripped open the foil with his teeth, stroking himself as he pushed the condom over his tip and rolled it down. “If you aren’t on birth control, you will be by next week.” Another command. “I want to see my cum dripping from that pretty pink pussy.”

  I nodded, my teeth sinking into my lip as I tried to resist the urge to jump him. I considered telling him I was on birth control, but I couldn’t wait any longer to have him back inside me. Smith was running things tonight. I could only imagine what would happen if I tried to take the reins. When he’d finished, he extended a hand. I placed mine in his tentatively, and he pulled me to my feet. But as soon as my shoes touched the floor, he scooped me up, holding me against the car and over his shaft.

  “When you’re ready, beautiful.”

  My hips immediately dropped lower, taking him to the root. I might be sore in the morning, but for the moment, I was going to savor all eight delicious inches of him. Smith didn’t miss a beat. Wrapping his arms around me, he cupped my ass and carried me to the front of the Veyron. Laying me gently over the bonnet so as not to break physical contact, he flashed me a wicked grin. “I just lived out one of my adolescent fantasies.”

  “Me, too.” I hooked my thumbs over the straps of my dress and shoved it down to expose my breasts. My nipples beaded in the cool air. “Let’s see what we can do about the rest of them.”

  His mouth closed over the pert furl before I’d finished the thought. Squeezing my breast, he retreated for a second before plunging his mouth over the other nipple. God, I hoped he had good insurance, because there was going to be a dent from where he’d fucked me so relentlessly into the hood. My back arced off the car and he seized me, using my body as leverage to pound deeper. Harder.

  He didn’t give me an orgasm, he captured it. Claiming my pleasure as if it was his own, and this time as I splintered around him, there was no light. No sound. No fireworks. He’d wrecked me entirely, and I came with a scream that shattered the air surrounding us. Smith’s face tensed, his jaw contracting, as his arm snaked up and held my neck.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, his pace never faltering as he shifted me in his arms.

  I tried to open my eyes, but they no longer seemed to work. My head felt heavy, my brain drenched with too much oxygen. When it lolled to the side, he forced it back up.

  “Look at me.” This time an angry edge glinted from the command. His fingers fastened around the back of my neck and my eyes flew open as the pressure increased. “This is it, beautiful. I’m about to come, and when I do, this pussy will belong to me. You will belong to me. You can still say no. Tell me to go fuck myself if you want. This is your only chance.”

  His mouth smothered mine for a brief, heated instant.

  “Once I come, there’s no turning back for either of us,” he warned, his green eyes sure and steady. They didn’t waver even as he thrust tirelessly. “Choose now and never look back.”

  Even if I could think, I didn’t have to. I’d made my decision the moment he held my hand in this car. I might have made it the first time I saw him.

  I wound my fingers in his hair and brought his mouth to mine, sealing my choice with a kiss, as he took what was his.

  She felt good in my arms.

  I’d fucked women recently, but putting your dick in an available slot wasn’t complicated. This was complicated. This was different.

  I’d wanted her from the moment I saw her, but I hadn’t anticipated what would happen when I finally had her. The last few days
away from her had been a blur, stuck in Paris, conducting a deposition with a hard-on. I guessed there were worse places to have a perpetual erection than France.

  “You made me crazy when I couldn’t reach you earlier.” She was in need of a far less gentle reprimand, but this time I’d let it slide with a tongue-lashing. My expectations, while firm, were new to her.

  “I didn’t know when you were coming back.”

  She tucked her head under my chin, close enough that I caught the scent of lilac in her blonde locks.

  “You didn’t have your phone.” If I stuck to the facts, I could be stern. It was best to set a boundary for myself until personal limits could be discussed.

  “No pockets,” she mumbled dreamily, cuddling closer to my chest as I pushed the button for the lift.

  “Planning on going to bed?” I asked dryly.

  She stifled a yawn, shaking her head.

  I backed into the lift, hitting the second floor button with my elbow. Tilting her chin up with my little finger, I continued, “If you’d had your phone, I could have reached you earlier. I could have been fucking you for hours. But you didn’t have it, did you?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “You were unavailable at my convenience. Now I’m going to be forced to keep you awake for hours.”

  Her blue eyes rounded as she grew more alert.

  “I haven’t had my fill of you yet. Neither of us are sleeping until I do.”

  “You’re saying I won’t go to sleep until you’re satisfied?”

  “No, beautiful,” I corrected her gently. “I’m saying neither of us are going to sleep until we’re satisfied. I spent the last few days plotting what I was going to do to you. We’re just getting started.”

  I didn’t offer her another option. I’d given her a choice in the garage. Hell, I had been offering her outs since her interview. She’d given herself to me. That would be the last decision she made this evening.

  “I understand.” Her lips split into a tentative smile.

  I raised my eyebrow. “Do you?”