His features wrinkled with mischief. “Then how about you warm up those hands by playing with yourself? If you can make yourself come before we get to my place, and if you can do it quietly, then I’ll let you come again as soon as we get in the door of my apartment.”
My glance darted to the driver. Nathan hadn’t been exactly whispering, but to tell the truth, I didn’t really care what the cabbie had overheard. I was just interested in his reaction if he had heard. It made everything hotter to have an audience.
The driver met my gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes wide with curious excitement. Then, quickly, he turned his attention back to the road just in time to swerve before hitting someone in the street. The cabbie laid his fist on the horn while yelling at the pedestrian, who couldn’t possibly hear him through the blare and the windows.
Maybe that would teach the driver to keep his eyes where they should be.
But probably not.
This was going to be fun.
I’d listened to Nathan as he’d given the address when we’d first gotten in the car. His apartment was over on the West Side, overlooking the Hudson River, which meant we didn’t have very long before we’d be there. Luckily, I knew how to make myself come quickly—that wasn’t going to be the problem.
The problem was going to be keeping myself quiet.
I’d played the silent game in sex before—and I could do it—but it was difficult for me. I was well known for being a screamer.
Could anyone blame me? I liked sex. And I didn’t mind letting people know about it.
I was definitely up for the challenge, though. I moved my hand through one of the slits in my dress and found the swollen nub buried in my folds. With two fingers, I began massaging my clit, rubbing it in just the right way; the way that I knew would get me off fast.
It was only a couple of minutes before I was fighting the hum that came when I was near orgasm, the steady mmm behind my lips, the vibration that mirrored the vibration going on lower in my body. My mouth fell open, a cry about to roll off my tongue when I remembered I needed to swallow it. I bit my lip to keep the next gasp silent.
Just when I thought I’d figured out the path to mastering my sounds, just as I was about to go over the edge, Nathan raised the stakes.
“Don’t just rub yourself off. Push your fingers inside for me. I want you clenching around them, imagining what it’s going to be like when it’s me.”
Holy mother of hotness.
I practically squealed right then. There was no way I was going to survive this.
But I was determined to try.
I slid two long fingers deep inside my wet pussy and rubbed along the inside wall. With just a brush of my thumb against my clit, my whole body started trembling. Then my climax hit, so forcefully I almost yelped, but I caught myself just in time and turned to bite Nathan’s shoulder instead. I clamped down so hard I would have drawn blood had he not been wearing clothing.
Before my orgasm had finished wrecking havoc on my body, Nathan yanked my hair so my head tilted back and my mouth met his. He kissed my lips forcefully. Punishingly.
“That was perfect,” he said, taking one wet finger and licking it clean. “Really perfect.” He sucked my other finger into his mouth, all the way past the second knuckle. “You’re going to get a reward for that.”
I’d just come, and already I couldn’t wait.
At his apartment, Nathan paid the driver, then scooted out of the car, holding the door open for me. We didn’t touch. We barely talked as he pressed the button for the elevator.
“So you’re not one of those pretentious types with your own driver?” I asked when I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.
Nathan Sinclair wasn’t just the creative director for Reach. He was also one of the owners. Certainly he could afford a full-time employee to escort him around town.
“No, I’m one of those asshole types who’d have you on the back of my bike for a ride if it wasn’t November.” He stared at me with famished eyes, and I had to wonder at what kind of ride he meant he’d give me.
Biker sex. Mm. Now that was something I’d never tried.
I spent the entire ride up to the twelfth floor thinking about it.
The walk from the elevator to his apartment was short—thank God—and Nathan had the door open in a matter of seconds. He held it for me, and I stepped in, glancing around. But I didn’t get a chance to really assess much other than the fact that there was a large open space in front of me, because as soon as the door shut behind him, the man was on me. And though we hadn’t been apart for so much as a few minutes between the party and his apartment, I was on him the same way.
His lips crushed against mine, pressing into me with urgent, wild desire as he pushed my coat off my shoulders. It fell to the floor, discarded. My mask was still on the top of my head, and now he removed it altogether, tossing it aside so his hands dug into my hair, tangling in my long dark tresses. He yanked my head back and kissed along the length of my neck, down my throat, growling as my moan pulsated underneath his lips.
“I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he said. “And lucky for me, you earned your reward so I get to taste all of you now.”
Before I knew what was happening, he picked me up and set me on top of a cabinet that sat against the wall near the door. He pulled my legs toward him and scooted my dress up, spreading my thighs apart with his hands. Then he bent down and buried his face in my pussy.
He wasn’t a man who teased, or delicately warmed me up. He lavished me with long aggressive laves of his tongue, licking up and down the length of my slit like he was painting a wall and his tongue was the roller. Wide, thick, bold strokes that wet me everywhere. I wiggled and writhed underneath him, and he hadn’t even touched my clit—just everywhere around it.
I was already halfway to orgasm when he pointed the tip of his tongue and wedged it between my lips, finally caressing my nub, this time with the brush of an artist, his strokes now refined and detailed. The way he curved this way along my clit, and then that. So scrupulous. So precise. So divine.
I exploded like a firecracker my legs shaking and trembling as I tightened them around his ears in a vise grip. I put my arms behind me to steady myself and screamed his name.
When he brought his head up to look at me, his face was covered in my ecstasy. He smiled. “You tasted even better than I suspected from those panties of yours.”
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on him as he fingered me to a second orgasm. This one was intense, coming so quickly after the first. I barely knew my own name when I was done flooding all over his hand.
And I was desperate for more. For him.
“I need you,” I begged when I found my voice. “Now.”
“You’re so greedy.”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“Fuck, no.”