Page 30 of Raziel
I stepped forward. “It’s yours.”
She blinked. “What?”
“I said it’s yours.”
She looked at me hard. “I can give you the five grand I got—”
“It isn’t gonna cost me anything,” I said, glancing at Tony. I’d pay Tony later.
He caught on fast. “Right. Right. No charge. I’ll load it for you.”
Maya turned back to me. “You sure?”
I nodded.
“’Cause I’m not giving it back.” She laughed.
“I know.”
She bit her lip like she was trying not to smile. “You falling for me, Ra? You gotta be.”
I didn’t answer. Just opened her door and nodded for her to get in.
She was quiet at first, her hand resting on her thigh. I caught her glancing at me a few times, like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
Five minutes onto the highway, her hand slid over the console.
Down my thigh.
Then to my belt.
“Maya. What are you doing?”
“About to suck your dick,” she said, licking her lips. It was like my dick had ears, because it immediately started getting hard.
She let her fingertips trace it through my jeans before unbuckling my belt. I should’ve stopped her, but Christ—the way she looked at me… eyes low, biting her lip.
The sound of my zipper lowering echoed in the cab.
When she finally freed me, her breath hitched.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and my stomach dropped like I’d crested a hill too fast.
“I ain’t never gonna get over how fuckin’ huge it is,” she murmured, her voice all smoke and honey.
Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the head. My knuckles went white on the wheel.
Then her mouth was on me, and I nearly swerved into the next lane.
She was hot—wet, warm, sinful.
The second her tongue swirled around the head of my dick, I clenched the wheel. My knuckles tightened as she took me deeper, her lips stretching wide around my girth.
Driving while getting my dick sucked was dumb as hell.
But it was late, the road was nearly empty, and there was no way I was stopping her—not with the way her mouth moved…
The way her throat flexed when she swallowed me down—it short-circuited every rational thought I had.
