I swallow the flood of moisture that rushes into my mouth. “Thanks.”
“Very pretty.” He lifts his hand as if he’s going to touch my thigh but then pulls back.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “You are too.” I close my eyes as I shake my head.Stupid me.“I mean, handsome.”
I thought his eyes were blue, but tonight, they’re grayish with flecks of gold. His lidded gaze lingers on my face. It’s as if he’s struggling to stay awake.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
I nod enthusiastically.
His hungry eyes drop to my crotch. The energy he’s emitting grasps my sex. I’m embarrassed by how my breaths tremble. I want to do a better job hiding the effect he’s having on me, but I can’t. Hercules’s hand slides into my pants, and it continues downward until it’s under my panties. Slowly but deliberately, the tips of his thick fingers slide up and down my slit.What the hell?I slam the back of my head against the seat when I feel a sensation that I’ve never experienced before.
Our hurried breaths crash against each other. I can only hold eye contact for so long. I must close my eyes and grasp the door handle to bear the pleasure. It’s too much. Regardless of how far and fast my lower half tries to run from his stimulation, he catches me.
“Just relax,” he whispers sensually.
“I can’t,” I struggle to stay.
Something is happening down there. The feeling is electric, vibrant, and new. It builds, one potent sensation on top of the last. I’m choking on air, gasping for words. Hercules’s eyes stay on me. I think he’s enjoying seeing me this way. I wish I had more control of myself. My body pleads for more even as I bristle from the pleasure. It’s like…
“Ohh…” My breaths quiver.
It’s like a tickling, magnified ten times over, is on the verge of blasting through my vag.
“You’re so fucking soft and warm,” he says in a primal whisper.
Then his lips connect with mine in time to muffle my cries of ecstasy as the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt soars through my pussy. His tongue is in my mouth as Hercules guides me flat on my back with him on top of me. I can’t stop whimpering because I can’t get enough of his kiss.
That sensation subsides.But mmm…He tastes so delicious. Like whatever cocktail he drank mixed with the flavor of Hercules.Mmm…
Our breaths shudder against each other. My eyes are closed, but I force them open. I want to see what he looks like when his tongue plunges deeper into my mouth and then swirls around mine, tasting me. I want to know what his eyes do when our lips pull at each other, sucking, quivering, and pressing.
I’m on sensory overload as he grinds my mound with the most magnificent erection. Our hands can’t get enough of each other. I’m so turned on. I’m insatiable. He’s so hard everywhere—his chest, his thighs, his abs, his back, andoh my God, his dick.
“Shit,” he whispers and deepens our kiss. He’s rubbing his erection against me harder. A whimper of pure yearning escapes him, and I’m shocked that I’m the one who’s making him make that noise.
The hem of my shirt flies up, and the cup of my bra releases my breast. He seems to get harder as he stares at the slope of my tit with the hard nipple on top.
Hercules’s mutterings are indecipherable before my breast disappears into his mouth. The erotic sensation of wetness and warmth make me moan louder than I ever have in my life. His teeth scrape and bite the tip. More exotic sounds, formed at the back of my throat, push out of my mouth. Boyles doesn’t know how to do one percent of what Hercules is doing to me.
The car comes to a halt, and so does Hercules. He rips his gaze away from mine and checks out the window. Then he bends his neck to look at the bulge in his pants. I’m frozen, wondering if he’s suddenly sober enough to remember me or, even worse, if his judgement has returned. Maybe he’s thinking twice about picking up a random girl at the restaurant and bringing her to his place to do what we’ve been doing in the back seat of his car and more.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
Shit.My eyes expand. What was the name Eden gave me? “Tabatha.”Or am I Glory?
“Tabatha, do you still want to come up?”
“Yes,” I whisper like the wind.
“Okay, but I can’t promise you more than tonight. And it’s not personal. I just can’t, you know?”
Oh boy, do I know. “Okay.”
Here come his lips. When our mouths meet, the kissing takes on a different form. Our smooching is soft and sultry. It’s as if we’re rolling around together on a bed made of clouds, unable to quell our lust.
Chapter Fourteen
