Page 30 of Knocked up By the Minotaur

He chuckles huskily, finally slipping his fingers free and leaving me feeling empty, wanting more. “The next time you let me do that, I’m going to make sure you can make as much noise as you need. I’ve never heard anything more erotic than your gasps.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I push myself up to look at him. “Take me home and fuck me, right now.”

The hand at my waist snaps up to the back of my neck, and he shoves himself forward, leaning me back as he slams his lips against mine. His tongue demands entry this time, lashing at mine possessively, and I feel his chest rumble against my palm as he licks out my mouth the way I imagine he’d lick out my pussy.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he growls when he pulls away just as abruptly, and I smile lazily, satisfied and wanting more at the same time, somehow.

“Take me home, Olistaire.”

His eyes darken and he pulls his wallet out, throwing a handful of hundreds on the table without looking.

“Anything you want, princess.”

He stands, supporting me against him with his arm around my waist, and as we walk out, I can’t help but throw a glance at Sera, who’s furtively glaring at us through the window while pretending she isn’t.

The walk back to the car is cool and quick, and I text Ella to let her know I’ll be picking Lucas up tomorrow morning. She responds back with a thumbs up, a kissy winky face, two eggplants and at least twenty hearts.

As soon as we’re seated in Oli’s car, I grab his hand and hold it in my lap. I’ve never done anything like that before—not anything like that. I’ve had four boyfriends in my life, and no lovers. Everything’s always been just, well, normal.

Missionary. Maybe a doggy style or two thrown in to spice things up. But something so public, so—so dirty… I never even knew I could enjoy that. And it felt so natural with him. I felt safe enough in his arms to let go, to stop thinking and just be in the moment.

I run my finger up and down along his index finger, and turn to look at his handsome profile. The gleam of his gold nose piercing, the sweep of his strong brows and the cute tuft of his ears sloping out from under his impressive horns.

And the soft, delicious lips that even now curve into a smile as he darts a look at me while he drives.

“What are you thinking?” he rumbles.

“That you’re every bit as handsome as you claim I’m pretty.”

His smile stretches, and he laces his fingers through mine and brings them to his lips for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“You’re going to let me suck your cock, right?”

His fingers tighten against mine, and he lets out a long, controlled breath as he leans his head back against his seat. “Fates, help me,” he mutters, before turning a corner and sending me another heated look. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

I grin, because yes, I am. I’ve noticed that when I blurt out whatever’s on my mind, he seems to respond well to it. And it’s not fair if he’s the only one whose words affect me so much.

“I think I can take it,” I say instead of answering, and I notice his jaw feathering as he puts a bit more speed into his driving. “You’re a big guy, but I’m determined.”

He pulls up suddenly, somewhere towards the edge of town center beside the few high-rise buildings they have here, and he slams up the hand-break.

“Stay right where you are,” he growls, and then he’s out of his seat and opening my door before I know what’s happening.

I unbuckle, and when he takes my hand and draws me out, he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Wrap your legs around me.”

“What?” But before I can say anything else, he’s lifted me up and pushed me into the side of his Mercedes, and my legs instinctively follow his orders.

His hard chest is flush against mine, flattening my breasts. Suddenly I can feel just how big he is pushed up against my core, and I gasp.

“You think you can take me?” he purrs, running a thumb over my lips as he palms my ass. “You think I’ll fit in this hot little mouth of yours?”

My eyelids flutter as he curls his hips against me, and a whimper escapes me.

“I don’t doubt your determination, princess.” His voice is dark and low as it rumbles out of him. “You can have as much of me as you desire.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my thighs, grinding myself into his hardness as a frenzy comes over me.

“Olistaire,” I gasp, need clawing at me again. “Please.”

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