CHAPTER THIRTY THREE - HUXLEY
“Get in the car,” I growl, almost at breaking point as I pull her behind me into the basement parking lot.
I am angry at her that she would come here and not tell me. Angry that she feels she still can’t share this information with me. That she doesn’t think I am here for her when all I have been doing this last week without her is thinking about her and fucking my hand to the point of pain. Can’t she see that I need her more than the air I breathe?
She came a long way in Whispers, but I can still see her hesitation, her confidence wavering. Her not feeling good enough when she is the fucking sunlight to my moonlight. I am also hard to the point of pain, and I need to have her immediately.
“Privacy up now. Drive slowly back to Bloomer Books,” I bark as I step into the car and alert my driver of where we need to go.
“Huxe?” Lucy says next to me, her voice a mix of arousal and uncertainty.
“Lift up your skirt and lay across my knees,” I demand. I see her eyes light up and widen. I am bossy, both in and out of the bedroom, but Lucy hasn’t yet gotten all of me, and she is about to.
I grind my teeth as I watch her, waiting for any uncertainty, but there is none. Her lips turn up in a small smile, and as the car slowly moves, I see her grab the hem of her skirt, teasingly so, and pull it up her thighs.
“Like this?” she says sweetly, taunting me, her fingers caressing her skin slightly, the scar now not even a thought to either of us.
“You really want to test me right now?” I spit out, and I can barely contain myself as her skirt lifts over her ass and crumples at her waist and she bites her lip.
“Down,” I growl, feeling almost feral as she lies across my lap, my hand gliding up the back of her thighs, looking at the pretty black lace panties she is wearing. My fingers trace them, ducking underneath and pulling them to the side. I feel her hot center, and she squirms a little on my lap. My cock is rock-hard which I know she can feel.
“You need to be punished for keeping your appointment a secret…” I murmur, my hand caressing her bare ass. I slap her hard, her moans instant, her skin showing a nice pink mark. The car drives around a corner, and the movement provides a little teasing friction that has her squirming again.
“We are a team. We are together, and moving forward, we need to tell each other the important things,” I say as I spank her again just as hard, her skin now dark pink, and I massage the spot instantly.
“Huxley…” she moans, and I see her trying to squeeze her thighs together.
“No squeezing,” I tell her, my hand running down her ass, between her legs, and when she moves her thighs apart slightly, I can feel how wet she is.
“Fuck, Lucy, you like when I spank you, don’t you?” I ask her as my fingers play with her lips, tracing them before I push one inside.
“Mmmmm,” she says, nodding as her hips start to wriggle again against my hand.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me look after you?” I ask, my fingers working her faster, and I can tell by her fast breathing that she is loving this too much.
“Yes, I will tell you everything,” she says in a moan, and I pull my hand away sharply without letting her come. Draping my hands along the back of the seat, I sit like a king in a court.
“Sit up and undo my pants,” I tell her, leaving her wanting. I have never been this bossy with her. I feel bad for a beat, but then I see her smile that she tries to cover by biting her lower lip and it turns to pure desire. She likes it. If anyone else talked to her like this, I know for a fact she would probably slap them, but from me, I get her cute little seductive smile and I watch her thighs clench.
I sit back, getting comfortable, even though I feel waves of heat rolling off me. She opens my belt and starts on my button, then the zipper.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and I see her hips wiggle. I hold in a groan, knowing that she is turned on and her underwear are nice and wet.
“Pull me out and put me in your mouth. Let me feel those sweet fucking lips wrap around my cock,” I tell her as my teeth grind with restraint. She slides her body back across the seat and lowers her head, putting her mouth on me. I can’t help the groan that falls from my lips.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that.” The fear I had from her being at the consultation without me knowing is now dissipating. My shoulders lower, my heart racing for a different reason.
When Eddie told me she was at the medical clinic, I immediately thought the worst. Was she hurt? Was there something wrong with her leg? My chest hurt thinking about her being unwell, my fear increased, and I couldn’t get there fast enough. My mind took a while to catch up to the fact that she was having that second opinion that I asked her to, and now that she is back in my arms, I feel fucking invincible with her. I lean over and grab her hair, pulling it tight, holding it up in my hands, watching her swallow me in.
“So pretty. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, so goddamn pretty.” She takes me deeper, and I pull her hair tighter, my breathing becoming more rapid. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. The vibration of the car, her warm, wet mouth, her hunger for me. She looks famished, and I fucking want to feed her more.
“Shit, like that, baby. Fuck, I need this. I fucking need you.” I am on the edge as I hear her moaning on me, enjoying this, the sounds traveling straight to my balls.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it, fucking take all of me.” My hips start thrusting up of their own accord, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Her face is tinting pink, her hips are moving, needing friction, my words spurring her on.
“I’m going to come down your pretty little throat, baby. Swallow me,” I grit out just before I come. My release is powerful, her throat taking it all, and I sink into my seat as she pulls off me, giving me one last long lick before I quickly zip myself back up and grab her around the waist and hoist her to my lap.
“Don’t think I have finished with you yet, baby,” I tell her, kissing her lips, needing them on mine.