Page 66 of Jagged Line Paradise

How is he doing this to me?

His hands aren’t even on me, but somehow, I can feel him inside me…deep inside me. Not just physically, but within my very soul.

“Don’t play,” he scolds after a few seconds. “Your pussy is mine. Pull out your hand.”

I whimper at the thought of tugging my fingers free. I roll my head against the headrest to look at him. “Andrés…”

He inhales sharply through his nose when I say his name. “Pull out yourfuckinghand, Lonnie.”

I sigh but do what he asks.

I don’t know why I do what he asks.

I don’t know why I like this, why I want this.

I just know that I do.

I draw my fingers out slowly, removing my hand from the layers covering my pussy. They’re soaked from my wetness and I don’t know what to do with my hand.

“Here,” he says, lifting his right hand from the steering wheel and flapping his fingers, beckoning me to give him my hand.

“Oh,” I sigh out the single syllable.

I turn my body to face him, reaching my right hand across my body as I twist. He grabs my wrist and my insides sink as he pulls my hand to his mouth. He licks his delicious lips and then sucks my index and middle fingers into his mouth. I feel the desire sharp in my belly as he licks my fingers clean, swirling his tongue, sucking each finger in turn with a pulsing rhythm that makes me wish his lips were working my clit.

He pulls them from his mouth by tugging on my wrist, but he doesn’t let go, doesn’t move my hand away. “Dios mío. You’re a dangerous kind of delicious, do you know that?”

“I don’t—”

“Stop talking.” He tugs on my arm, pulling me over just a bit farther before setting my hand on his lap.

My fingers instantly reach for his cock and squeeze. I explore without shame, testing the length of him with my hand, the thickness, groaning with anticipation as I mentally map the outline of his erection.

His palm curves around the back of my skull, fingers teasing my scalp as they dig into my hair to form a tight grip. “I remember you blushing when I touched you for the first time all those years ago.” I watch his face with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. The side of his lips curls up into a smirk. “Seems you’ve gained a little confidence along the way.”

I’m too into this, too deep in this physical moment with him to talk about the past. I don’t want to think about it, let alone hear about it. The only thing I want with him right now is sex—that’s all.

That’s all.

I swear, that’s all

And hell, I need it without another moment to spare.

He pulls to a stop at a red light, and I let my body control me—terribly impulsive decisions and all. I pull my hand back, press the button to unlatch my seatbelt, and launch myself at him.

“Lonnie—”

But I don’t give him time to talk. I climb over the center console, straddle his lap, and kiss him like crazy—like I’ve never kissed anyone else before. His hand never releases its hold on the back of my head and he only squeezes tighter, holding my face to his so forcefully that I can hardly catch my breath. It’s just lips and tongues and the perfect amount of chaos to keep me out of the darkness.

We kiss in a fevered fury, starved and devouring one another completely. We kiss and we don’t stop until we both jolt at the sound of a car horn from behind us. I break from his lips, lifting my head only to be blinded by headlights. I drop my head to his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck with a kiss, daring him to command me, to make me move.

He doesn’t.

He plays this game of risk with me—one so dangerous, I never imagined playing it before. I don’t think I’ve ever been so deliriously crazy for another man.

I fell forhim.

When we were young, I fell for him.

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