Page 58 of Lyrical

His pulse vibrated against my lips as I pulled up slowly. I could feel he was close by the way he hardened further in my mouth, making my jaw ache and my eyes water. I loved every second of it. I flicked my tongue around, the skin so tight and hot and—

I was yanked off. His hand tangled in my hair and held me back. I glanced up. “But you were right there.”

“Why do you think I stopped you?”

“Come on, Chase. Please.” I tried bringing my head back down, but he had me tight. “I’ll beg if you want. Please come in my mouth. I’ll swallow you all down and lick—”

“Jesus, Jillian. You’re going to get us both killed.”

“I’m horny, Chase.”

“I can see that.”

“So what’s the problem here? Don’t you want to come down my throat?”

He made a growl-like noise but still didn’t let me go. He was going to get cramps in his fingers. My scalp was tender from how hard he was gripping my hair. But I still had my hands, and I almost giggled over it. I made a move to wrap one around, getting as far as touching the tip, but he slapped it away.

“That couldn’t have been too safe,” I said. “Shouldn’t you keep at least one hand on the wheel at all times?”

“Dammit, Jillian.”

“You’re a little tense. You know what works well for that?”

I was on a sex-fueled mission. Thank fuck Chase was being the responsible one because I certainly wasn’t. Even my brainless hormones could see that. They just didn’t care.

I flicked my eyes up again to see him staring straight ahead, remaining silent. My boobs would have Ford logo indents, and my upper body would be sore the next day from the way I was hunched over and stuck in one position, but I liked his fist in my hair. I liked the passion of it. I liked how he had to use a little force to keep me in check because he couldn’t trust himself not to come if he set me free.

But I’d probably like all that a little more if I could just suck his cock at the same time.

“You should let me go.”

“No.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t get hard again immediately.”

“Fuck, Jillian. It’s not about that. I told you I was too close. I am not going to lose myself even for a second and risk something happening to you.”

In addition to my raging tingles, I also had a case of the warm fuzzies. “You know one of the gazillion things I love about you, Chase Nolan? As much as I like being responsible and completely in charge of my own life, I sometimes don’t want thatall the time.”

I tried to see how much time we had left in the car based on the limited view I had outside the window. But if you’ve seen one streetlight, you’ve seen them all.

“Sometimes I just want to not think at all. I love how I can do that with you and never have to worry. I trust you to look out for me during those times when I want to tell the grown-up me to fuck off.” I cracked a smile. It was a little comical to be having a somewhat serious conversation while his hard-on stared me down and his tight grip kept me away from it. But I could guarantee I was soaked through.

“Sometimes, Chase, I just want to say ‘screw the consequences’ and do nothing but fuck.”

“Oh, you’ll get fucked, all right.”

I instantly felt the heat in his words shooting through me. His voice could melt me and mold me back together many times over.

“When?” I whispered.

There seemed to be a few minutes of silence before he raised his arm and I heard the whirring of the garage door. I didn’t even have time to get excited about it because he was immediately dragging me out the driver’s side, hand still locked at my head, as I scrambled over the console and seat.

He pulled me out of the garage and into the basement, the door cranking closed behind us. I knew his cock was still out, but as I went to grab it, he put his mouth on mine and steered me flat against the wall. When he loosened his grip on my hair, I had a rush of pinpricks to my scalp.

His hands tugged up my shirt and bra, pinching my nipples until I squirmed. I squeezed my legs together, but he kicked them apart. His kiss was drowning me while his touch saved me. Holding me still, fingertips sliding down my stomach, his palm pressing between my thighs and taking possession.

God, I wanted it. Badly. Hard. Any way exceptnot now.

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