Page 86 of Getting Wrapped Up

He bit back his groan. It seemed she often turned the tables on him. He might be demanding with her, but he was never fully in control. She could affect his body—and heart—as easily as he could hers.

He’d been hard since he’d seen her in the bar and had grown nearly painfully erect when he’d put her up against the side of the building. Now with her hand so near his engorged cock, it was going to take every ounce of willpower to command her through the next several minutes rather than just pulling the truck over, grabbing her and taking her right here and now.

She put her palm against him, pressing and rubbing up and down over his underwear.

He couldn’t keep his groan inside that time.

He was grateful that there was no traffic and that he knew the road home without much concentration. They hadn’t had snow in several days, so the road was mostly clear and he only had to keep the truck between the ditches. He eased off the gas though. Partly to ensure their safety and partly to prolong their time in the truck.

“Keep going,” he told her through gritted teeth.

She sucked the chocolate completely into her mouth as she pulled his boxers down and out of the way. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him.

They’d been together enough that she knew exactly the right pressure and rhythm to use to drive him nearly insane, and she wasted no time.

Levi ground his teeth together, glared at the road and barely kept himself in his seat. The urge to thrust up hard into her grip was nearly overwhelming, but he had plans beyond a hand job.

“Put that sweet mouth on me, Kate.”

“I already have something in my mouth.”

His gaze flickered to her face. She was smiling at him, her eyes twinkling in the dashboard lights with a mischief that he loved. And hated. It meant several long minutes of torture for him. The very best kind of torture.

“I want your lips wrapped around my cock. Now,” he told her firmly, adding a frown to the command.

She was unfazed. She smiled and stroked him a little faster. “I bet I can make you feel really good just like this.”

“Of course you can. But I want you wet and moaning too and that happens faster when you’re sucking me off.”

She loved the graphic talk, he knew and he loved knowing even that one sentence was making her panties wetter.

“I guess you were pretty nice to me outside the bar,” she said with a shrug.

He knew she would go down on him. She loved doing it. There was no need to push her. Except that they both loved him bossing her around.

Levi moved his hand from the back of the seat to the back of her head. He curled his fingers into her hair. “Now.”

She wiggled on the seat, getting onto her knees beside him and into position, then lowered her mouth to his erection. She held him at the base and slowly eased him past her lips. Teasingly. Reminding him that she knew exactly what she was doing and that he was completely at her mercy.

The wet heat of her mouth and the stickiness of the candy that had melted on her tongue ripped another groan from him. Pure bliss. Second only to the sweet pussy that he knew was ready for him again at that very moment.

He kept his hand in her hair. He loved feeling her head moving under his hand. “Harder, Kate.”

He felt her tongue moving over him as she lifted her head and released him. “Just a second.”

Just a second? He was demanding she give him a blow job but she felt she could say just a second? Levi fought a grin. Kate would never make a good submissive. She let him be just dominant enough to get them both hot and bothered, but she would never be able to go all in.

Which was fine with him. Everything they did was because they both wanted it and were equally into it.

Still kneeling on the seat, she held him with one hand and reached for another chocolate from the box that was now on the floor with the other. She brought the candy to her mouth and bit the top off. Then she tipped the chocolate, letting the thick syrup from inside run down the length of his cock. Looking up at him from her semi-submissive position, she drew the cherry out of the chocolate with her tongue, chewing it slowly. She then sucked the chocolate into her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue before leaning over him again.

With long, slow, delicious strokes, she licked the syrup from him.

Levi gripped the steering wheel with one hand and her hair with the other. The tug on her hair made her moan, the sound vibrating down his length to the heavy sac between his legs.

He was never going to make it until they got home.

He’d wanted them both teased to the verge of climax and then he intended to carry her inside and christen the new sofa he’d put in his living room.

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