Page 4 of Accepted Precedent
“Not you. You’re going to be my good boy and keep your cock in your trousers until we get home, but Evelyn… Our little angel is going to make a fucking mess before we get there.”
Evie sucks in a breath. “I’m what?”
“Do you trust me?”
She nods, swallowing thickly before replying, “Yes.”
“Close your eyes.” She listens beautifully, shutting her eyes and leaning her head against the headrest. I kiss her palm, then rest it on her thigh as I lean in to whisper, “Deep breath in. Hold. Slow breath out. Just like that. One more. Breathe in. Hold for three, two, one. And out. Keep breathing for me as you slip your jeans down to your ankles.”
Evie hesitates for a moment but unbuttons her pants and slides them down her legs. My eyes fall to the tattoo on the inside of her hip—a small, colored-in heart. Andrew has a matching one on his chest, but his is only an outline. I’m overcome with the need to mark both of them, claim them as mine in ink. Evelyn may only be mine for tonight, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about keeping both of them…permanently.
“You don’t touch yourself until I tell you to,” I command, but keep my voice soft.
“What next? You’ll tell me I can’t come unless you say I can?” she teases, and I can’t help my smile. It’s going to be entirely too much fun to play with her.
I don’t answer her question, demanding, “Open your legs, angel. Show me how wet you are.”
“And if I don’t?”
Again, I don’t reply, and let her squirm for a minute. “Squeeze your pretty little cunt and hold.” Her brows pinch as she clenches her core. “Keep holding.”
“Fuck, Mick, are you trying to torture me?”
“No, angel. But tonight, I’m not Mickey. Who am I?”
“A pain in my ass,” she grumbles, and I let out a full laugh.
Evelyn wiggles in her seat and my gaze falls to her black silk thong. Even with the sheen of the fabric, it’s visibly damp, making my mouth water and cock throb. I adjust myself and whisper, “Let go.” She blows out a long breath. “You’re doing so well, Evie. Your sweet cunt desperate for us, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, then clears her throat. “I mean, no. It’s not.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and drop to my knees in front of her. “What was rule number three? You need to be honest with us. Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.” It comes out barely above a whisper, and I love that she doesn’t correct herself with a lie. I slip off her shoes and tug her jeans all the way off. She gasps as I spread her legs wide. “What are you doing?”
“Pick a safe word.”
“Fuck, I don’t know!” Kissing up her thigh, I stop an inch from where she wants me, waiting for her answer. Her chest heaves as she settles on, “Brussell sprout.”
I chuckle against her as Andrew asks, “Are you fucking joking? That’s the best you’ve got?”
“What? I hate them. So, yes, it’s the best I’ve got,” she snaps. I lick along the seam of the satin, and I’m already ruined—she tastes too fucking good. I’d happily spend hours on my knees making her come over and over until she swears she can’t properly soak my beard… only to give her one more. Her words are breathless as she manages, “What’s yours?”
“Filibuster,” Andrew answers without skipping a beat.
Evie barks a laugh. “And you act like mine’s weird.”
“It’s not,” I assure her. “Say it and I stop. No questions asked, no judgment.”
Sliding the smooth fabric to the side with my tongue, I lick up her center once and tease firm circles around her clit. Her hips buck, and I grip her thong with both hands and rip them off her, never slowing my pace. She attempts to close her legs, but I press them wider, gripping tighter so she can’t move an inch. Her gasps and moans fill the car, and I love how she relaxes the more she hands over control.
His voice strained, Andrew asks Evie, “How are you doing back there?” He’s been my good boy—not fisting his cock while driving—and will be rewarded for his patience later.
“I… I’m good,” she breathes, and I nip at the inside of her thigh, making her squeak. “More than good.”
“You have three minutes, Mick.”
I love and hate the time restriction. While I have all night to bring her more pleasure than she’s ever known, time isn’t on my side at the moment. I slip two fingers inside her, massaging at the same pace as my tongue. Her moans and whimpers become louder, more feral, and I can’t get enough. I increase my pressure, but don’t move faster—she’s right where I want her. I glance up, and can’t help imagining how her parted, pouty lips will feel wrapped around my cock later. She slides her hands into my hair, seeking more. None of it surprises me, but just this once, I’ll allow her control. I’m still learning her body, and if she needs more, I’m happy to oblige.
