Page 85 of The Love Bandits

“Are you kidding me?” I ask into her ear. “You don’t think I’ve been carrying one around for days in the hopes you’ll ask me to use it?”

“You have?” She sounds pleased by my confession, not weirded out, thankfully.

I lean in and kiss her ear, the side of her face, her mouth, my hand still moving between her thighs, pressing into her. Worshipping her. “I want you here,” I breathe into her neck. “I want to fuck you on the hood of the car.”

I can tell from the look on her face that the thought of doing something slightly dangerous turns her on.

“Someone could see,” she says, lifting into my touch, giving me room to slip past the thin fabric of her underwear and run my fingertips over her. She’s so wet, my fingers sopping with her, and my dick gives another pulse ofnow, you idiot.

“They could,” I agree. “It’s not a busy time of day, and there’s no one down here now, but someone could come. They could see me pushing into you, holding you down while I fuck you against the car we destroyed together. Theycouldsee that.”

She swears under her breath.

“We’ll keep our clothes on,” I say, kissing below her ear again before softly biting the lobe. “And if they catch us, I’ll tell them we’re having engine trouble and we’re trying to get the hood open.”

“What if they offer to help?” she asks, lifting up, a little moan escaping her as I slide my fingers into her, curling them to find that spot that nearly sent her over the edge the other day, my palm pressing into her clit.

“I’ll tell them that I don’t fucking share,” I say into her ear, a grumble that lights something in her eyes.

“Move your hand,” she says, her voice a command. I do as she ordered, lifting my fingers to my lips again to suck off the familiar taste of her. I watch as she slides her damp panties down her legs—black lace, pretty but even prettier in the footwell—and then she’s opening her door, peering coyly over her shoulder at me as she steps out of the car. I watch her slide around to the front, planting her hands on the hood near the windshield as she leans forward, giving me a perfect view of her tits as they press against the top of her bra, wanting to tumble out. I’m in agreement with them, because I’d like them to break free too.

Any words in my brain dry up and crumble to dust, and all that’s left is my throbbing dick, still exposed, and the need to please her. It may be the only thing I have to give her, but I’m absolutely going to give it to her. Again and again, as many chances as I get. I get the condom out of my pocket, open it, and roll it on—all while she watches me through the windshield, her gaze so heated I’m surprised the glass doesn’t crack. She makes a show of slowly licking her lips.

My pulse pounding, and all the blood in my body thrumming to a common location, I get out of the car and stalk around the hood. Lainey makes a little hum of pleasure as I flip up thebottom of her dress to palm the perfect curve of her ass. The garage is dark in this corner, but not that dark. There are cars on the other side, the stairwell is in front of us and to the right, and the single elevator hulks beside it. We’d have only a few seconds of warning if someone entered the garage that way, and a few seconds more if a car drove in.

“Are you having car trouble, ma’am?”

She steps back, attacking my foot with her heel. The move surprises a laugh out of me, even as I move my fingers over her, stroking, appreciating, in no hurry, even though there is a very real chance a stranger could come along. Part of me almost wants someone to, so they’ll see this perplexing, maddening, deeply tempting woman is mine. Mine to kiss, mine to touch, mine to fuck.

You’re losing it, a voice in my head whispers, but I’m too far gone to care. I lean in and kiss her neck, her ear, the side of her face, my hand gliding over her bare ass, her slick center.Her. There’s a sense of wonder unfurling inside of me, because she’s decided to fully give herself to me.

She trusts me. She has no reason to, and it’s probably not the soundest decision she’s ever made, but she does.

Her voice quavers when she looks over her shoulder and says, “You should know better than to call a woman ‘ma’am.’”

“My mistake,” I say, sliding one finger into her and then two, delighting in how she feels and the knowledge that I’m finally going to get to slide into her and feel her clench around me. She pushes up, rocking her hips a little so she gets my fingers where she wants them.

“It turns out I don’t know shit about cars,” I say through a hoarse throat. “Maybe I can fuck you against the hood as a consolation prize.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she says. “I like it deep and thorough. Maybe a little bit rough.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I say into her ear, rubbing her with my hand. She’s ready—she’s beyond ready—but I want her to come hard. I want her to see stars. I want to give her everythinghedidn’t. When I’m gone, I want her to remember me fondly, and touch herself while she’s doing it.

“No, I won’t do that,” she says, kissing the side of my mouth. “I need you to be very much alive for this. And I need your cock now. You’re not supposed to keep a lady waiting.”

Ican’twait anymore. It’s not in me to keep denying myself when she’s been so clear about what she wants. So I grab her hip beneath her dress, lining myself up, hearing her gusty little inhale as she feels me behind her. And then I press in slowly—both because I need to get her used to me and if I don’t pace myself I’ll be in serious danger of plunging over the edge without taking her with me.

The sensation of her engulfing me is so exquisite I’m not sure I can keep my feet, and I bracket one hand next to hers on the hood of the ruined car.

“Oh. My. God,” she murmurs, pushing back and taking more of me. She whispers it again as I reach around to touch her, rubbing the place where she needs me as I finally bottom out. My lips find her neck as I pull out and then press into heaven again. I find a jagged part of the hood with my hand and grip it tightly, needing the nip of pain, because I already feel the tingling at the base of my spine. I know, I damn well know, I won’t last long this first time.

I slide out again, then dip only partway in. Then do it again. Again.

“What are you doing?” she hisses, trying to buck her hips and take in more of me. “I need you deeper. It felt so—”

This time, I slide my hand from between her legs to her hip and thrust in hard, pulling her hip to me to make it even deeper, and a surprised, pleased sound bursts from her. “Yes.”

Sliding my hand around her neck, I tuck my thumb under her chin to tilt her back toward me so I can kiss her. I’m nearly frantic. Not because she’s making noise and someone might hear, but because she’s close. I can feel the first waves of her pleasure lapping at me. Squeezing me.

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