Page 27 of Interception

“Which lips are you talking about? I know my preference.”

“Ugh. That’s so not sexy. Referring to vagina lips is never a turn-on.”

“You’re already turned on. It doesn’t matter what I say to you right now, you’re going to be riding my face as if your life depends on it.” He darts out his tongue, tasting me with a long, torturous lick. He’s right. He could say anything right now, and I wouldn’t give a shit. As long as he keeps doing what he’s doing, I’d listen to him call my pussy whatever he wants. It feels so freaking good.

“Oh God.”

“Nothing to do with God, beautiful. If you’re screaming anyone’s name, it should be mine.”

“Shut up and lick me. I’m close.” I’m not above begging. It feels so fucking good when his mouth is on me, sucking my clit into his mouth with a cold breath. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s mind-blowing. As his tongue flicks over my clit, he holds my gaze, reveling in the power he has over my body and my pleasure.

I reach for anything I can get my hands on—something to anchor myself as I buck wildly against Coop’s face. I’m so close, and I don’t give a crap if the driver can hear me. I don’t think a privacy screen is going to do much good as I scream Coop’s name, over and over as I crash over the edge. As the aftershocks pulse through me, Coop fumbles with his pants, unzipping his fly and pushing them just low enough for his erection to spring free.

He wastes no time positioning himself at my entrance, driving inside me in one hard, delicious thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, Zee.” His lips crash down on mine in a fierce kiss, the taste of my arousal on his tongue. I want him more than my next breath. All rational thought is gone, lost to the sensation of our bodies coming together—writhing—heavy with the need to find release in each other’s arms.

The scruff of his jaw is a delight to my senses, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips on mine. I frantically claw at his jacket, desperate to feel his skin on mine. It spurs him on, his hands sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, allowing him to pull the bodice down, exposing my breasts.

As he thrusts harder and faster, his lips kiss down my neck, making his way lower until he captures my nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing my skin. All I can think about is hearing him come as I find my release.

“Coop! Oh shit, Coop! Don’t stop.” He grunts in reply, hammering into me, sending me spiraling out of control. As I come apart beneath him, he grabs my leg and pulls it up over his shoulder, taking me deeper as my orgasm takes flight.

“Fuck, Zee!” I writhe beneath him, desperate for him to follow me over the edge. The moment he finds his release, euphoria pulses through every cell in my body. We could be anywhere right now, and I wouldn’t care. I don’t care about anything except Coop and the way our bodies connect.

He takes my mouth in a fierce kiss, attempting to stifle the roar that escapes his chest. My legs are shaking, and I move to extricate my leg from his shoulder, but I jerk as he circles his hips, sending a delicious aftershock straight to my core. The heel of my shoe hits the window, and I hear the glass crack.

“Shit!”

Coop turns his head and watches in abject horror as the glass shatters. I’m all too aware that we’re in a moving car, and I’m virtually naked right now. Any driver who passes in the adjacent lane is about to get an eyeful of Coop’s bare ass. He’s quick to cover me, so I reach between us and attempt to pull his pants up. I can’t help but react as his cock slips out, leaving me bereft.

“Holy fuck. How in the hell did you kick the window hard enough to break it? Those things are almost indestructible.” He drops his forehead to my chest, catching his breath and thankfully seeing the funny side.

“I must be channeling the bride today. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m just pissed that I didn’t get to stay inside you a little longer. And I don’t want anyone seeing you in a compromising position.”

I bury my head close to his. “The driver is going to have a field day with this.”

“I’m more concerned that Hunter is going to beat my ass when we get to the reception. We’ve all been worrying that Faith would do something ridiculous today, but apparently, that title is reserved for us.”

“The reception! Shit. Coop, I’m not wearing any underwear, and I’m chock-full of your spunk.”

“Then I guess we’re making a detour.” He gives me a sly wink. “Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ve got you covered.” When he wrestles his cock back into his pants, he lowers the privacy screen just a touch, enough for the driver to hear him—I’m sure he’s heard plenty in the past twenty minutes.

“Hey, man, can you stop at the Victoria’s Secret downtown?”

The driver doesn’t even flinch, his voice completely flat as he nods, saying, “Yes, Mr. Danford.”

The second the screen is back in place, giving us a thinly-veiled illusion of privacy, we descend into a fit of laughter. “Oh my God. He’s getting the biggest tip of his career for this.”

“Yeah, I think I might just buy him a new car. The guy is professional as fuck!”

“So, we’re going to buy me underwear?”

“No. I’m going to buy you underwear to make sure my guys don’t spill out when you’re making your maid of honor toast.”

“God, the toast. I hate speaking in front of crowds.”

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