Page 47 of Deadmen's Queen

“What?”

“You heard me. I don’t know much about cars, but I bet this one could really move.”

Excitement shot through me at her words and I floored it. The car shot forward, engine growling loudly. Thankfully the road was quiet. Not that it mattered. I’d never had a speeding ticket stick yet. Feeling her hand on me as my car roared beneath us was exhilarating and one hell of a turn on. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I fought to maintain control over both the car and my senses. My other hand lay over her shoulders, my thumb rubbing up and down her bare neck.

She shifted in her seat next to me, leaning down, and suddenly I felt the velvet heat of her mouth wrapping around my cock.

“Fuck, Paige!” I gasped out, as she slid down, taking my length into her. Her tongue swirled around me, drawing out a low groan.

Her mouth was warm, her tongue swirled and teased, and I was losing it, fast. My knuckles turned white as they gripped the steering wheel, my other hand threading into her hair, holding her in place. She hummed around me, pulling back and then sinking down again.

“Christ,” I gasped, my foot pressing down on the accelerator as if trying to outrun the inevitable. Speedometer blinking 100...110...120... The car shot forward like a bullet. She moaned around me and I swear to God it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

“You’re so fucking good at this. God, Paige,” I breathed through clenched teeth, willing myself not to let go right then and there.

I needed to stop this car. Now.

“Fuck.” I quickly scanned the area around us. Country roads flanked by fields on both sides greeted my vision. Not a soul in sight.

I jerked the steering wheel towards an empty lane leading into darkness, tires squealing as the car protested against the sudden change of direction. The Porsche slid through the dirt road shrouded by shadows before coming to a screeching halt.

I left the engine running, and pulled her up by her hair. Her lips were wet, and her tongue snaked out, licking over them. I pulled her against me, kissing her hard. I broke away quickly, both of us gasping for breath.

“Tristan, what…” she started to ask but I cut her off.

“Out.” I commanded. Not waiting for her response, I exited the car and rounded the hood to open her door myself.

She blinked up at me in confusion as I offered my hand to help her out. “Tristan?” she asked again, an edge of apprehension in her voice.

I pulled her into my arms, cutting off any further questions with a searing kiss. After a moment of surprise, she relaxed into my arms, giving herself over to the kiss.

I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to the front of the car so her heels didn’t get dirty and sat her on the hood.

“Tristan!” she gasped, as I traced a hand up her thigh and under her skirt, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. Her breath hitched as I touched her there.

“You want me to stop?” I asked, hovering over her. Her answer was a head shake, followed by a small whimper as I slipped my hand inside.

She was slick and hot and I groaned at the feeling. My body ached to be inside of her. I grabbed her underwear, sliding them down over her legs and heels, and tucking them into my pocket. Reaching out, I tugged the bodice of her dress down under her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples tightened instantly in the icy cold air. I let out a low growl at the sight of her bare skin, the moonlight catching on the swell of her breasts.

“Christ,” I murmured, bending down to capture a pert nipple in my mouth.

She gasped, arching off the car hood as I teased and sucked. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her as if scared I'd pull away. I loved the sounds she made, a mix of gasping and moaning, it was like music to my ears. I switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention, and her response was just as fervid.

“Tristan...” she whispered my name, an involuntary tremor racing through her body. I didn't even need to look up to know her eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure.

I straightened up, pausing only to kiss her deeply, groaning as her hand wrapped around my cock again. I pushed her dress up, finding the heat beneath and sliding my fingers into her pussy. She moaned into the kiss, then pulled back.

“Tristan, we’re going to dent your car!”

“Fuck the car,” I growled, curling my fingers inside her, loving the way she closed her eyes, gasping. “I’d write the damn thing off, if it meant being able to fuck you right now.”

She grew even wetter at my touch, and I used my other hand to work her dress up out of the way. Bast would kill me if I ruined it before she even got to the party.

Paige gasped at the feel of the cold metal against her body.

“I’ve been dreaming of you all week,” I said, fingering her slowly. “Your eyes, your lips, this sweet pussy.”

She moaned at my words, pushing her hips towards me, but I moved slower, teasing her like she had me.