“Thank fuck for that,” James muttered as they got into his car. “I have to have you.”
Chloe froze. “What? Now?”
“But…but…we’re in the car!”
“Who cares? Get in the back seat.”
James’s anxious face popped in front of hers. “Please, C, please. I need to stop thinking about it. I’ve been driving myself crazy all day long, I need a respite. Please.”
She bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from running away. She’d only just said yes and he was already expecting her to have sex with him. She wasn’t sure she was ready. Hell, she didn’t know if she would ever be ready! “What about I…” She licked her lips. “Take care of you?”
“You want to suck me off?”
“Uh, I guess.” It wasn’t that she wanted to per se. But it was better than the alternative, right?
“Oh, why not? That should do the trick for the time being,” he said before snapping his jeans open. She watched, eyes wide, as he drew his boxers down. His erection sprang free. “Ah, that feels better,” he said as he leaned back against his seat.
Chloe looked around them, at the parking lot that was nearly empty. At the sunshine filtering through the car’s tinted windows. Thank God for those, she thought as she took a deep breath and finally took a good look at him. He wasn’t too big. That was a good thing, especially if she was supposed to, you know, deep-throat him. Not that she’d ever done that before but surely, it shouldn’t be that complicated.
He was so used to having sex with groupies or playmates or…well, women with experience anyway, she was going to look stupid. She was sure of it. He was going to tell her to stop and go find somebody else.
But that was what she wanted, right? For him to go find somebody else to relieve his urges?
Then why was her heart contracting at the thought?
Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned down between their seats and tried to find a somewhat comfortable position. It was a good thing this 4Runner was huge, she thought as she came face to face with his cock. Well, hello there.
She nearly giggled out of sheer fear and desperation, but forced it down.
“Come on, baby, I’m dying here!”
She looked up in time to see him grab the wheel in both hands and squeeze. His arms were strained, his face nearly as red as his arousal.
“Okay. Okay,” Chloe repeated. “I can do this,” she whispered, her breath tickling him.
He growled, making her jump. “CHLOE!”
“Yes, yes, I’m here. I’m here. I’m—” Fingers wrapped around her ponytail and pushed her head down. “Hey!”
“Get on with it!”
His voice sounded harsh, not at all like it usually was. Finally realizing she’d said yes, that she had no choice, she focused on the fact he needed her and opened her mouth.
He tasted salty and not too unpleasant. Better than what she’d expected anyway. He growled as she ran her tongue around his head then down one side. “Yes, baby, that’s it.” She nearly rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm. Considering she wasn’t doing much, it seemed a bit, well, much. Men! “Suck me, baby. I want to feel your mouth.”
Here we go. She stilled then opened her lips wide. He surged inside, nearly choking her with his haste. Drawing back, she took a deep breath and tried again. She’d nearly looked up at him to tell him off then realized she didn’t want to see his face. His eyes on her. No, it was better if she forgot who he was. After all, he was calling her baby so he was probably doing the same thing. Maybe he was even imagining someone else right now. Someone with better skills and a nicer body.