Carli
Cursing myself all the way to my car, I let the warm breeze cool me down. Wearing a thin silk shift today probably wasn’t the best idea, but I love to taunt.
Did I think I’d get away with taunting Crown?
Nope.
Shaking off the heated moment, my brain finally starts back up. Letting my libido take over is normally a great idea, but with him? Fuck me. It’s a truly bad idea to let him get to me. There’s nothing I’d rather have than that man’s hands on my body and his lips on mine. Jamieson Crown ticks off all my boxes. With soft commanding lips, a gorgeous face full of beard, and an almost painful grip on my body, he pulled me close. His thick frame and wide shoulders are appealing, but as Jamieson’s enormous Billy club protruded into my stomach when he yanked me close, I realized what he is. Danger.
“Had to find a Crown to fall in love with, huh, Circe? They’re dangerous, sexy, walking erotic dreams. His damn brother has me needing Jai. Are you happy, Circe!” I yell out as I’m walking to my car.
Talking to myself as I venture across the open garage, I anticipate the thought of getting myself off to crush this tension. You can’t blame a girl for having a wicked need, and seeing there’s no worthy specimens wandering to their cars at the same time as me, my battery-operated tool will have to do.
Reaching my car in record time, the door clicks as I place my hand in the handle. Tossing my bag onto the semi-heated leather, I crank the air conditioner up after relocking the door. Thank fuck for remote starts or my ass would fry in these linen slacks. Leaving the window screen in place, giving myself a touch of shade and a smidge of privacy, I pull the bright pink tool out of the zippered section of my bag.
Looking around to make sure I’m not visible in this public space, I quickly undo the top of my pants and talk to my vibrator. “Time for you to do your job, Jai.”
No lube is necessary, as Mr. Cocky-as-fuck-Crown has raised my heartrate and quickly stepped up my production of needing to get off. Inserting the wide end in, I leave the rabbit section to do its job, groaning at the slight pressure as its length fills me. I haven’t even turned it on yet and I’m ready to go off like a weak teenager.
“Fuck you, Crown,” I say, flicking the switch to my favored setting. The vibration courses through my sensitive inner walls as the outer rabbit engages my clit.
“Fuck.” Groaning at the instant contact, I relish the relief that’s just within reach. “Why’d you have to be so sexy, you fucker. Why’d—” As it reaches a particularly edgy point, my words hitch. “Why’d it have to be your arrogant ass that pulled this need from me? You’re such a prick.”
As it reaches a point where I can almost tolerate it, I crank it to the next position. “Fuck me!” The level of ecstasy rises and my breathing quickens. My words are nonexistent, and my enjoyment is cresting to the point of pain. And honestly, I’m making myself hold off because I want more.
I rock my hips through it. Bucking lightly in the leather seat causes squeaking noises. I don’t give a shit. Pressing the button, bringing forth the last setting, my inner muscles tighten before I scream out my release.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, Crown! How the hell do you pull this need from me with a kiss?”
Allowing my body to squeeze out every drop of release from my greedy pussy, I slowly back down Jai until reaching stop. Pulling it free, I grab a wipe from my glovebox and give it a quick cleaning before placing it back inside the hidden bag in my purse. If someone was to catch me cleaning a vibrator in my car after screaming my release, they’d either think I was a wanton whore, or was being raped. They’d be right about the whore thing anyways.
When there’s a hard knock on my window, I draw my eyes to the person who’s interrupted my cleaning ritual and glare. I’m sure they understand how they’re both the instrument and the reason behind why I needed this.
I set Jai on the center console. I should have expected that my day would go this way. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, I confront the interloper that’s ruined my euphoric high.
As the window goes down, I squint my eyes behind my Ferragamo shades, trying my best to give him a disgusted look. Bastard yet again is here to halt my high. Unfortunately, the first thing I notice is his hardened cock straining against his jeans, stretching out the material. I do my best to ignore it.
“Can I help you?” I ask crassly.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He gives me a wicked smirk, letting me know he caught me. But I’m not about to give him the satisfaction of thinking I’m embarrassed.
I’m not.
“You’re funny aren’t you, Mr. Crown. No, I have Mr. Courtney to keep me company.” I tap my hand on the bright pink toy that just helped me release my tension. “He doesn’t let me down. I don’t have to suck his cock, and he doesn’t desert me after he gets off. So no, I’m just fine.” Pressing the button, I raise the window and slam my car into gear.
If I ran over his feet as I sped out of the parking lot, I didn’t notice. Looking in the rearview mirror, I see him standing there, as if in disbelief.