Page 26 of Iridescent
“You’re so… so fucking tight,” he growls through gritted teeth. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to brand. “Mi esposa… I’m not going to last long.”
Neither am I. I can barely form a coherent thought with him throbbing inside me like that.
I drag in a shaky breath and begin to move, lifting myself a few inches before sliding back down. We both moan. I do it again, faster, riding him right there in the front seat of his car, hidden under the trees. The chassis rocks faintly with our frantic rhythm. Xavier meets my every thrust with upward snaps of his hips, driving even deeper. It’s raw and unfiltered and so damn good.
His hands roam greedily over my body—one tangling back in my hair, the other squeezing my ass, guiding me as I bounce in his lap. His lips find mineand we swallow each other’s cries in a messy, feverish kiss. I can taste my own salty sweat on his upper lip, feel the tremor in his biceps as he holds me up. Heat builds again in my core startlingly fast. I didn’t expect to teeter on the brink of a second climax so soon, but every nerve in my body is still on high alert, attuned to him.
Xavier tears his mouth from mine, panting hard. “Touch yourself, mi cielo,” he commands roughly, nodding toward where our bodies are joined. “Rub your clit for me. I want you to come with my cock inside you.”
His words send a fresh surge of arousal through me. I’d do anything he asked in this moment. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, I slip my other between us and find my throbbing bundle of nerves. I circle it in quick, desperate motions, gasping at the white-hot pleasure that lances through me. My thighs begin to shake on either side of his hips.
“That’s it,” he groans, watching me with hooded eyes. His own thrusts turn erratic, pounding up into me so hard I see stars. “You close, baby? I can feel you squeezing me.”
“Yes… yes,” I whimper, barely able to get the word out. I’m so close. I drag my fingers faster over my clit, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.
Pleasure starts to crest inside me. My breath catches, and I know I’m seconds away from falling apart again. Xavier’s face is a mask of strain and bliss as he pistons his hips. His thumb strokes my cheek tenderly even as he ravages me. “Come for me, mi amor,” he begs, voice cracking. “Milk my cock. I want to feel it.”
I’m right there, teetering on the precipice of rapture—
A shrill ringtone blares through the car, shattering our lust-drunk haze.
We both freeze. For a heartbeat, I’m not even sure what that sound is—I’m so far gone that it hardly registers. Then reality comes crashing back in. It’s a phone.Hisphone, ringing loudly from the dashboard mount.
“Mierda!”Xavier swears, the curse ripping from his throat. His movements have already stilled, but he’s still sheathed inside me, pulsing urgently. We both turn our heads in unison toward the glowing screen of his phone. The caller ID readsGuinevere.
Perfect fucking timing. It’s his mother calling, probably wondering whywe haven’t arrived yet.
The realization is like a bucket of ice water dumped over us. My eyes go wide and I slap a hand over my mouth, a sudden hysterical giggle bubbling up my throat. Xavier’s eyes meet mine, equally startled and disbelieving. For a second, neither of us says a word. The only sound is the cheery trill of his mother’s ringtone and our own harsh breathing.
Then a strangled snort escapes me from behind my hand. I try to hold it back, but I can’t—laughter starts spilling out, growing uncontrollable. Holy shit, we just fucked... in front of his parents’ house...
Xavier blinks, as if torn between frustration and amusement at our predicament. A heartbeat later, he’s laughing too, a deep breathless laugh that I feel rumbling through his chest against mine.
Carefully, he lifts me off his lap, groaning under his breath as my body reluctantly lets him go. I move back into the passenger seat as gracefully as I can—though “graceful” is a stretch, considering I’m shaking and trying not to catch my heels on the console.
He reaches for the still-ringing phone with one hand, while the other hastily yanks his pants up over his hips. I’m busy scrambling to fix my dress, hands fumbling to tie the halter neck back in place over my tingling breasts. My cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and residual desire. We exchange a wild-eyed glance and that sends us into another fit of quiet giggles. We must look like an absolute mess.
Clearing his throat, Xavier answers the call just before it can go to voicemail. “Mère.” His voice is composed now, except for the rough edge he cannot quite bury. I busy myself smoothing my hair and wiping the smudged lipstick from the corner of my mouth, trying to look innocent. “We’re here.” A pause. His eyes flick to mine, unimpressed by whatever she says. “We were delayed.” Another pause. “No, nothing happened.” His thumb drags once over the steering wheel. “We’ll be inside shortly.” His jaw tightens. “I heard you the first time.” He ends the call without waiting for her reply.
He releases a breath and slumps back against the seat. Guinevere always manages to ruin the mood.
“Dios,” he mutters, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Your fault,” I tease, unwilling to let Guinevere linger between us. I’m still breathless as I shimmy my skirt back down over my thighs. “Parking here and pulling something like that… are you insane?”
Xavier shoots me a sideways grin, utterly unrepentant. “Probably.” He reaches over to brush his thumb at the corner of my swollen lips, a smug gleam in his dark eyes. “But you weren’t complaining.”
I flush and swat his hand away, though I can’t help but smile. “Shut up.”
He just laughs and adjusts himself properly in his slacks, zipping and buckling back up. I catch a glimpse of the prominent bulge still straining there and feel a pang of sympathy—and a rekindling flicker of desire. We didn’t exactly get to finish what we started.
Xavier must catch me eyeing his lap, because he gives a dramatic sigh. “This is definitely not over, mi amor,” he says, low and promising. He cups my cheek suddenly, leaning in to steal one more hungry kiss. I taste a hint of myself again and it makes me dizzy with longing. He pulls away all too soon, resting his forehead against mine for one tender moment. “Later,” he whispers, the word ripe with sinful intent. “I’m going to finish what we started. Properly. Just wait.”
A delicious shiver dances over my skin at the weight of that promise. “I’ll hold you to it,” I whisper back, nuzzling him before finally forcing myself to pull away.
We take a second to make ourselves as presentable as possible. My cheeks are still flushed rosy, lips slightly swollen, eyes bright. I look thoroughly ravished. There’s no undoing that.
Beside me, Xavier straightens his tie with a smirk and shrugs his suit jacket back over my shoulders to cover the evidence of his passion—namely, the faint red mark blooming on my neck and my still-hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of my dress. I button the jacket closed, grateful for the concealment and the lingering heat of him in the material.
