Chapter 21
Dante
The chassis rocked as we crashed into the door. This wasn’t sex, it was a shaken can of soda popping off; it was passion unleashed. I tore away from her soft, full lips long enough to tear off my shirt and toss it in the back seat. I lived for the sultry look in her eyes when I went topless. My hard body was a patchwork of tattoos and scars, and the only ache I felt in my balls now was one of craving Autumn.
I pulled the loose thrill show shirt off Autumn. Her beautiful tits spilled out, they were almost milky-white in comparison to the rest of her tan, toned body. Heat climbed up my scalp at the sight of them. I’d forgotten her bra was in the soaked pile she’d given me before she changed. Despite all the sun block, she still had tan lines from the tank tops she’d been wearing. It gave her decadent body a taboo flare that stoked the raging fire burning within me.
My teeth clipped against the silver stud in her ear as I bit firmly, my hot breath running down her neck made her shiver.
Years of pent up rage and sorrow drained away when I tasted her skin. The faint notes of pool bleach still on her skin did nothing to slow my pounding heart. Last time on the ship was fun and light and some of the best meaningless sex I’d ever had, but this time was so different. It was urgent and sweaty and messy. This time she was surrendering herself fully to me. And I would take all of her.
Every fucking inch.
I slammed a palm against the driver’s side window and used the leverage to slide a hand under her ass and squeeze; the force lifted her off the seat a few inches.
“Yes.” Autumn moaned loudly. Her head lulled back as she exhaled, opening her delicious neck to me. Her hair cascaded down her shoulder like a mahogany stream over a field of pale, golden wheat.
I cupped her breast as I kissed down her neck. My nose filtered out the bleach, oil, and smoke and left me with just the natural beauty that was her. She tasted so good I wanted to bathe her whole body with my tongue.
Grasping the wheel, she propped herself up and dragged a hand down my back. Autumn stuttered in air when her fingertips grazed the burn scars from the day I saved her. That felt like so long ago now.
Could people really change this much in such a short time?
At first I thought of Autumn as another addiction. Thoughts of her were a habit I had to break. Every fucked up experience I’d ever had scolded me for being such a fool to think she could actually be my happiness, but having Autumn in my arms told me otherwise.
Maybe, just maybe if life threw the right person at you, a person could really change.
All it took was a moment and an open heart to change someone’s world. I pushed my closed eyes into the smooth nook where her shoulder met her neck; desperately wanting to believe that was true.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she exhaled out the words as I bit down her collarbone, working my mouth down her sun-kissed skin. Her back arched into me, heaving her tits up further into my face.
I didn’t bother trying to find words; instead I drank in her pillowy-soft flesh, sliding a knee between her and the seat and pulling her hard against my cock. The pressure made her squirm, clutching wildly for the button on my pants.
Letting out a frustrated grunt that was obscenely adorable, she pushed me away and attacked the front hem of my pants. I kissed her pink lips, running a hand up the side of her face, aching for her rough, clumsy touch.
We moaned in unison when she wrapped her hand around my cock
“I got you.” Autumn smiled triumphantly.
“For now,” I growled into her mouth. The smoldering look I gave her melted her core like a sliver of butter over a scalding, juicy steak. “Soon enough I’m going to break you in half.”
“Fuck,” Autumn swore in a lusty, heavy haze. She was so turned on I could feel the quiver through her palm as she squeezed my cock with all her strength.
“Show me what you’re made of,” I demanded, flexing my cock against her hand, daring her to go even harder.
I tucked my fingers into her waist band and jerked everything down to her knees. The motion laid her back fully onto the long bench seat. Her sultry smile dissolved into famished hunger as she crunched forward and took my cock into her hot, eager mouth.
A guttural surge escaped me as she sucked and stroked.
Kneeling over her chest, I wet my fingers in my mouth then pressed down over her pussy, clutching her lips and clit.
The renovated Plymouth sputtered beneath us then continued chugging on as if trying to remind me how bad an idea all this was, but it was too late for that.
I no longer gave a fuck about what this might do to our working relationship or how it would affect my already tarnished deal with Lionhouse. All I cared about was her lips and tongue working my throbbing cock and how spongy, wet, and perfect her tight pussy felt against my fingers. It made thinking, and even breathing, next to impossible. Slipping two fingers deep inside of her awoke a primal urge in me to fuck her senseless. It took everything I had not to destroy her pussy right then.
Autumn bucked against my hand and whined for more, but I wanted to make this last. We were just getting started. I was going to fuck her so hard and long that for the next few days even the slight pressure of slipping on a pair of panties would make her think of me.
With her mouth full of my hard cock, she stared her bright, chestnut eyes directly into mine.
Fuck!
How the hell had I been able to resist this so long?
Glossy with sweat from the heat, she writhed naked beneath me. It didn’t dilute the supple softness of her beauty, but the definition in her arms and faint lines of her abs were making me crazy. I gritted my teeth and snapped my eyes shut. Looking at her any longer would’ve been too much for me, I’d have came hard and I didn’t want that just yet.
I zoned into her completely, letting my fingers curl inside her, feeling the thrumming rhythm of her body. Her pussy was soaked and begged for more. Her stomach tightened, her breathing sped up and became labored until—with an audible smack that brought me to the cusp of climax—she pulled me out of her mouth and gasped in air.
“Please,” she cried. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I opened my eyes to see her head pulled back, back arched hard, ass tucked and every muscle in her body contract. She held my cock like a handle to push her crushing pussy that much harder into my teasing fingers.
“Yes!” she screamed, climaxing against my pulsing, beckoning fingers loud enough to drown out the roaring engine.
Watching her come so hard was all I needed. The spasms up her body jerked her tight hand back and forth across the head of my thick cock. I had to slam a hand down on the dash to keep myself from buckling, before exploding hot, sticky cum all over her tits. Autumn jolted, then her face quickly lit up in a wicked smile.
“That is so hot,” she moaned, letting her back relax down on the seat. Breathing heavily and biting the corner of her lip she slowly stroked more deliberately, milking every last drop out of me. With her other hand she rubbed my cum into her tits, and squeezed. “I always wondered what that would feel like.”
“It feels—” I laid over her, pushing our sweaty, filthy bodies into the seat that much harder, bit her ear, then kissed her. Pressing my thumb into her clit I finished the sentence as a gravelly whisper in her ear. “Incredible.”
“You’d better be careful,” she moaned with that wicked, satisfied smile lingering across her lips. “Word gets out that this is what your training is like, you’re going to have a lot of horny clients clamoring to your door.”
“Let’s hope word doesn’t get out then.” My eyes narrowed in a heavy stare that dripped sex and promises. I began rubbing her slick clit just enough to show her that training tonight was far from over. “It looks like I already have my hands full with you.”
Autumn exhaled, her eyes flashing like a second serving of dessert was placed on her plate.
“Get ready for a long night.” I licked that surprised, thirsty smile from her lips. There was no hope for me now. I craved Autumn the same way some people did with chocolate, only so much worse. The way she tasted burrowed into my soul, it’d be with me the rest of my life. “We have so much work to do.”
Autumn giggled as I licked up the middle of her throat and dove back into her collarbone. I loved everything about her, her small tits, beauty marks and crooked smile. Too many dangerous things breezed past my heart as I kissed her, each one feeling less and less impossible.
What if…
“Dante?” Autumn asked, her tone drifting as if she was waking up from a dream and slept through her alarm. She placed her hand over mine, stopping me from rubbing her pussy.
Oh you think I’m only letting you get away with one orgasm? You are sorely mistake—
“Are those headlights?” Worry had crept into her tone. “Are you expecting anyone?”