“What I’m going to do to you as soon as we get home.” He threatens seductively, eyes heavy and dark,
voice husky. Sending shivers through me, losing all thoughts of the nearby driver. He leans in, sinking
another kiss on me, letting me down on my feet so his hands can slide down over my back and butt
hungrily. He hooks me just under the curve of my ass and pulls me up against his groin, the urge to
wrap my legs around him immediately pushed aside as I catch Jefferson clear his throat awkwardly.
Jake thankfully releases me, turning me so I face the door and wraps his arms around my shoulders,
his face against my cheek, tilting my head to the side. He nibbles my neck and ear softly, his breath
warming my skin, sending a thousand hot tingles through me. My body aching to be alone with him.
When the elevator comes to the ground floor, he pulls me around and picks me up again with a wink.
He likes this game, he likes to manhandle me, carry me around like a Neanderthal. I think it gives him
some macho man kick as he’s been doing it since the first month, I worked for him.
We pass the night security guards in the lower parking lot without a second glance. Jake’s known to all
who work for him, hard to miss that face when it graces so many magazines and poster boards. I gaze
up at him, watching his handsome profile, the smooth curve of his mouth and straight nose, his dark
eyebrows over gorgeous mythical green eyes. He just makes me tingle when I look at him, so much
physical perfection in one person, it’s almost unreal. He doesn’t have a bad side at all, no matter which
direction you’re looking at him and I know because lately I have seen him from every angle.
He slides me into the back of the limo, I note the screen is already up, separating us from Jefferson
with a black out and I budge over, so he can get in beside me, his hand immediately coming to my legs
and pulling me back against him when he shuts the door. His arm goes around me and cradles me
against him. I get the distinct impression he’s missed me and wants to be as close as possible; I feel
the same way. I snake my arms around his upper body resting my head on his chest, his other hand
comes up to play with my hair.
“Mi sei mancato tanto.” He breathes, kissing me on top of my head. I smile to myself and don’t even
ask what he’s said this time, the way he’s muttered it tells me enough; he’s missed me as much as I’ve
missed him.
The car journey home is only twenty minutes long, we sit in silence, wrapped together, him stroking my
hair and cheek while gazing out of the window lost in thought and me reveling in being back in his
arms. Listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear, I run my hand across his abdomen, over
his shirt. It’s fitted, showing the hint of his muscles laid flat beneath, he flinches as I tuck a finger
underneath in the space between two buttons tickling his skin. His smile comes around to meet mine
with a dark, wicked look in his eye
“Keep doing that and we won’t make it home before I strip you naked, bambino.” His voice gruff, sexy,
and devilish and my heartbeat quickens, my inner body heating up while uncurling from slumber. She’s
been waiting for something more than kisses and caresses now that I’m fully awakened. I bite my lip in
anticipation, his eyes move to my mouth, his own lips parting. In a mere second his whole face
changes, from wicked gleam to complete seriousness, his pupils dilating fully. He pulls me up onto his
lap to straddle him, his hands under my butt, and pulls me hard against him.
“If I even so much as kiss you right now I’ll lose all control,” he whispers huskily, his mouth hovering
tentatively close, our breaths tickling one another’s lips; it’s highly sensual. His body stiffens under
mine, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “I don’t want to fuck you in the car, miele … I want a long, slow
night in bed. It’s all I’ve thought about since I left.” His words send shivers down my spine, my body
tingling in longing and I squirm in his lap. The heat radiating from within me.
“You could do both.” I smile, aching for him to kiss me or touch me intimately. He rests his head back
against the seat moving away from mine.
“You’ve no idea the self-control I’m exercising right now … Please don’t say things like that, I’m barely
holding on.” His hand comes to my face, stroking down across my cheek, then across my bottom lip
slowly, his eyes following the progress intensely. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring every
second. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay in control but the growing hardness under me tells me
he’s losing the battle. I don’t get his sudden need to fight it, Jake has never turned down sex in cars,
he’s the master of sex in any place we feel like it. It’s one of the kinky charms he has, no inhibitions
about taking me any place he sees fit.
Feeling brave, I grind down on him gently, letting one hand come up to trail up his abdomen over his
silky shirt. Feeling out the hard curves of muscle underneath, his chest, across one shoulder then back
along the top and up his neck before reaching his jaw. Tracing slowly along and up over his mouth, his
body leaning into me at every touch, his eyes growing heavy with lust. I swoop forward and suck in his
bottom lip, gently nibbling before I rub my mouth across his and push the tip of my tongue into the part
that’s opened for me.
He tenses, on the brink of letting go, fascinated by my taking control. It’s something I rarely do, it’s
usually him who initiates everything due to my inexperience and lack of confidence as a lover, or at
least takes the lead as soon as I do. This time he seems more than happy to let me continue, fighting
everything inside him to not throw me down on the seat and make love. It’s highly erotic, the tension
and teasing fueling me in a way I have never tried … Like a game. And we both know how much Jake
loves his games.
“Let’s see how much willpower you really have,” I whisper seductively. Leaning down to unbutton his
shirt, down his smooth broad chest, my fingers trailing on his skin as I do so. He shuts his eyes, leaning
his head back fully against the head rest, his arms relaxing around me. He’s trying to disconnect so he
doesn’t react, and I giggle inwardly.
He likes games yet he’s extremely competitive … He hates to lose, and I just issued a challenge.
I smirk before bending and trailing my lips across his exposed skin, my teeth finding his nipple and I
bite gently. He flinches under me, his abdomen muscles stiffen and move as his pecks tense, his
manhood twitching under the heat of my pelvis, straining in his pants. This is beyond hot. I’m scorching
with desire at this ability to torture him. I yank his shirt open wide, pulling it from his waistband, trailing
kisses, licks, and nibbles everywhere I can reach. Bending low to taste the hard bumps of his crazily
sculpted abdomen, he groans quietly but it’s not doing enough.
I want to win this game and make him take me with force, lost in the desire of it, just to prove to myself
that I have that much of an effect on him. I’ve seen Jake lose control and forcefully take me and I want
it more than anything right now. I slide off his lap and move to kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart
to make space between them. Undoing his trousers, I glance up, seeing the flicker of a frown but he
stays still, his eyes still closed. He is trying to be the model of control.
The nerves rise but I push them down, intent on my chosen path. I can do this, I understand the
mechanics of it and even though he seems tense and unsure, I want to blow his mind. I free him from
his pants and take his erect shaft in my hands before lowering my mouth, taking a steadying breath,
and sliding him into my parted lips.
He’s hot and hard and large, the sensation new to me, desire overtaking me, I suck gently and start to
enjoy both the taste of his skin and the feel of his manhood in my mouth, the power it gives me. I’m
surprised by the lack of gag reflex as I slide it as far back as I can manage, pushed on by the stifled
moans coming from his throat. The heat inside my body swells and surges and awakens every sexual
urge I have. He moans heavily and slides down the chair slightly, his hands coming to tangle and grasp
my hair. I take this as encouragement and begin to move up and down, licking and teasing, sucking,
and swirling around as much of him as I can manage. Fascinated that doing this not only makes him
harder but makes me hotter for him. Every suck pushing a pulse deep inside my body, causing the
warmth flooding between my thighs. He’s longer than I’m capable of fitting completely in my mouth and
fuller than is comfortable but somehow it only adds to my raging desire. His legs move, his knees come
up slightly, indicating he’s struggling to stay still and calm. He mutters my name barely above a
whisper, yet I continue, sucking harder, empowered by every new squirm and moan coming from him. I
must be doing something right as his dick tenses and twitches inside my mouth deliciously. I wonder if
this means he’s close to cumming, and as much as I want to experience that, I don’t want to give him
any sort of relief when this game relies on him losing control. I pull away and stretch back, wipe my
mouth with the back of my hand and begin mock yawning, raising my arms as though I’ve just woken
up.
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