Page 186 of Obsession

I arched my back in his arms and my ass pressed against the steering wheel. I barely managed not to scream and pull his hair because his reaction had been too sudden and volcanic. He had thrown all thought out of the window.

His groan vibrated against my skin, and I finally couldn’t think about anything else; the danger, the speed I could feel without looking, the city lights flashing past us like lightning as the pleasure turned my mind to ash.

His tongue pressed against my nipple, then circled it slowly, madly, deadly, before he attacked again, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could.

I pulled at his hair as my head fell back, wrapping my legs tighter around him. There wasn’t enough room for what I wanted to do, for what I needed to do. Rabid. That’s how I could describe his reaction as he ripped my bra off and undid it faster than I ever had. It flew somewhere in the car while the beast went back to his attack.

I moaned out his name exactly as he had said would happen. I hadn’t even thought about it, as pleasure dictated my every action.

I felt his hand as he turned again, and I tried to figure out how the hell he could see the road with his face buried between my breasts. When I looked at him, I noticed his eyes were open and focused somewhere to the right.

There was a monitor on the dashboard, right next to my hip. He didn’t need to look through the windshield because the whole road was right on that screen, and I started laughing.

My head fell back again as my laughter filled the car as he lowered me down and his lips quickly touched my neck, kissing, and biting as I still laughed. My pulse quivered on his tongue as one of his hands kneaded my breast.

“You’re incredible,” I admitted for many reasons.

My words, and probably the trust I showed him, turned him on even more, as I felt him step on the gas pedal as the car went forward like a rocket, while Harris was as dangerous as a death trap. He was about to give in, and I didn’t know which part of me he was going to ruin first.

With his free hand, he did as he had promised. He ran it along my back, up the sweaty line of my spine, then grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down where our lips collided like comets in the sky.

Now I was sure he couldn’t see the monitor either.

“How much do you trust me?” he asked.

“Probably more than I should.”

He smiled over my lips, then everything went black.

Darkness swallowed us.

Except for my hormones, which flared up like a swarm of demented fireflies. I couldn’t see anything because the car was engulfed by profound blackness. All I could hear was my whimpering and Harris’s breathing.

The lights were off, but the engine wasn’t.

Oh, Jesus, take the wheel!

“Focus on your pleasure, baby,” he whispered, and I tried to listen to him, because otherwise I would have become aware of what was really happening, that we were going 200 miles an hour in a car with no lights.

I couldn’t see any cars passing us, but that wasn’t good either.

It was even more dangerous than it had been in the race, as I now risked flying through the windshield. My neck ached from bending too long, and Harris noticed my discomfort and pushed me forward, bending me until my back touched the steering wheel while his hand supported my neck. It was futile to think about what my breasts looked like to him at that moment, he proved it when he took one in his mouth and sucked on it gently, going wild, just like my sounds, which came out as whimpers and then turned into moans. He squeezed and bit.

I opened my eyes as my scream filled the car.

I saw the sky.

For a moment I thought I was hallucinating from sheer ecstasy, but the image was as real as could be. From this position, I could see the sky through the windshield. I swallowed and allowed myself to relax over the steering wheel. I could feel the engine vibrating like a mighty beast, quiet but deadly. The stars were faintly visible as the sky seemed cloudy, or maybe I was just detaching myself from reality.

When his tongue reached between my breasts, I pulled him by the hair and moaned his name, moving in his lap and pressing myself against him. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly, seconds before he suddenly braked.

Everything inside me knotted up and my brain whirled around as if it was caught in a tornado. I whimpered in fear and leaned my head towards him.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t take anymore…” he panted over my lips.

I understood all too well what he was alluding to. I could feel how hard he had become and the way he was pressing into me was painful for me, too.

He groaned in pain, and I noticed that his zipper was already open.

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