He choked on a laugh. “Not at all. It just drives a man wild. Pull your dress up to your waist; let me see your legs.”
The abrupt change in topic had Vera’s stomach churning nervously while her pussy was threatening to spread her legs for her if she didn’t do it herself. Vera remembered that her time with him was limited, so she leaned back into the seat and slowly dragged the hem of her dress up her thighs, inch by inch.
He continued to cut quick glances at her. His nostrils flared when finally her panties were bared. Today she’d thrown on a pair of her black lace boy-short panties that sat low on her wide hips. He looked away and wiped a hand over his mouth.
“Pull your panties down and spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
A nervous thrill going through her, Vera obeyed, pulling her panties down until they rested around her ankles, then spreading her knees wide. Her scent filled the air in the tight confines of the car. Jacks’ grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Like this?” she asked sweetly and ran her hands up her bare thighs.
His cheeks flushed and she recognized the hot look that came into his eyes. She knew if she unzipped his jeans, she’d find his cock rock hard and leaking at the round head just for her.
“Lay down in my lap, baby.” Vera arched a delicate eyebrow then slid into his lap. She rubbed her cheek along the incredible erection pulsing against his zipper like a cat. Delicately she used her teeth and pressed a path along the ridge of his cock up and down. His hand came down in her hair to stay her.
“No, turn around.”
Vera pouted, but turned around so that she could look up at his face. She felt trapped between him and the steering wheel; her knees were bent and spread open at this angle, one on the floorboard, the other resting against the passenger seat.
His right hand shot out and flattened on her stomach. “Ohh,” she gasped.
Now she got it.
His hand bunched up the fabric of her dress that had slipped back down and pulled it up high to her waist. Then she felt the hot press of his hand on her bare stomach, low on her hips. His fingers spread wide, then his pinky passed over her thin strip of hair.
“Jacks,” she gasped and couldn’t keep still any longer. Her hands dipped under his t-shirt and ran up his chest. She felt his legs tighten under her back and an image flew through her head of mounting him while he drove.
“You are so beautiful. Soft and smooth. I just want to lick you all over.” Vera moaned when his hand boldly cupped her naked pussy. She heard his sound of approval at her wetness and wanted to preen in delight.
From that point on he controlled her body, told her body what to feel and how much to feel.
A thick finger slid inside her, pumping in and out like a cock. Vera’s hand clenched on his chest as hot pleasure bloomed inside her. He petted her pussy, stroked her deep, then circled her needy bud all the while talking to her in the deep, sexy voice.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. You’re so tight and small you grip my finger like a little fist.” He thrust in with two fingers, pumping them in and out. “And your nipples, baby, shit. Fucking perfect dusky, hard-tipped nipples that I want to lick and nibble on like a damn baby.”
Vera’s head was spinning. She was a gasping, panting pile of lust at the mercy of his hands. Her hips arched into his touch with each downward thrust. All she needed was a little more and she was going to split apart.
“Jacks, Jacks.” He must have heard the urgency in her voice because he pulled his fingers from her tight channel and began circling them over her clitoris with her own cream. Vera felt like a bitch in heat with her skirt pulled up and his hand petting her so good. She wanted his cock in her, pumping deep and hard.
She shook her head side to side as unimaginable pleasure stayed just out of reach. He was rubbing her too softly. She needed him to press harder, but every time her hips rocked up, he let up on the pressure. She lazily opened her eyes and saw the lines of strain bracketing his mouth and eyes.
“Do it. I need you, Jacks.”
His nostrils flared, and then he looked down at her. “Not until you tell me you’re mine.” Vera’s pulse boomed in her ears as her body teetered on the brink of orgasm with his teasing, gentle rubs. Mine? He wanted her to claim she was his. If only he knew how true it was.
“I’m yours, lumara. I’m yours.”
Jacks finally, blissfully, rubbed her pussy in earnest. He gave her no leave, but sought only to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body with only his fingertips. Vera’s head kicked back, a wild moan leaving her as her body exploded apart. Her hips shot off the seat and bounced against his hand while she tried desperately to hold on to his chest for some kind of grip in reality.
Her body dissolved into a blissful puddle in his lap. She didn’t know how long she stayed there, she felt as though she drifted in and out of sleep. But when her eyes slowly slid open, she could feel the rigid press of his cock against the back of her head.
One hand steered the car while the other stroked her stomach in loving passes. She looked down to see he’d pulled her dress back down and covered her naked pussy. That little thought thrilled her more than it probably should.
It was completely dark outside now with only the occasional passing car lights lighting his face in bright sweeps of light. Vera’s heart tightened in her chest. She bit her lip to keep from saying the words she so desperately wanted to.
Suddenly his hand left her stomach to curl under her chin. He passed his thumb across her lip, giving her no choice but to stop biting it. She could smell her essence on his fingers and pride filled her. While he made her state her claim on him, she’d claimed him in the most basic of ways. Her scent was all over him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I...nothing. Why do you ask?”
“You were biting your lip like it was a tasty steak. You only do that when you’re bothered with something.” Vera sputtered. Like hell, how did he know that? She didn’t even know that about herself.
“It was nothing; I was just thinking I guess.”
“About what?” About how I love you and you can’t even date me. About how when we get back to Chicago you’re going to kiss me goodbye and never see me again. About how certain she was, she’d never be the same. He was her mate. There was no doubt in her bones as to that.
When she’d asked Vane and Rome about it, they’d told her the same thing. That it was an unquestioning truth they’d realized; there was no doubt or hesitance, only pure understanding from their souls and their beast. Vera thought it sounded like a bunch of guys who just found love for the first time, but now she knew she’d been way wrong. It was true. Her lykaen, her heart wanted to keep this man at her side forever and ever.
“I was just thinking about how I owe you,” she said and wiggled against his hard erection. He bared his teeth in a pained grimace and was already shaking his head.
“Thanks, but we can’t baby. I can’t drive while you touch me. It was hard just touching you and focusing.”
Vera grinned and ignored all the nasty thoughts popping in on her by rolling over. She rubbed her cheek over his zipper like he was a genie’s lamp and she was ready to get her wish.
“Dammit woman did you not hear a word I just said? If you touch me there I might run this car off the fucking road.” A desperate urgency was inside her. She had to do this. It was the only connection he had to her. She released the button of his jeans and the hiss of the zipper sounded.
Already she could hear his breathing deepen. When a big hand curled in her hair, she knew she’d won. She pulled down his tight jeans until his cock popped free. She wanted to tease him like he’d done her but couldn’t bring herself to. Her emotions were too raw. And some evil part of her wanted him to remember her after he left her, to remember this moment for the rest of his life. For every woman he had yet to fuck and make smile.