Mira

"I wasn't worried about myself."

"You think too much."

As I trace the zipper of his fly, I feel him harden beneath my touch. His hands tighten on my hips.

With a groan, he casts off the seat belt before hurriedly opening his belt and trousers. I thought Elliot in the bedroom was sexy, but seeing him sitting there with his pants halfway down his thighs and his cock erect in the back of a car is devastating. Because beneath those expensive suits is a man who looks like this... for me.

I kneel on the floor. Elliot watches while I stroke the prominent vein along his shaft with my thumb. When I replace my hand with my tongue, his breathing quickens. I begin timidly. The faint scent of his arousal mingles with strongly fragranced soap in my nostrils. As I lick him, I cup his balls in my free hand and massage them. His hips lift. His liquid desire coats my tongue, and I lap at it greedily. Then I begin taking Elliot deeper into my mouth, alternating with long strokes of my tongue.

His hands sink into my hair, and when I change my rhythm, he grows even more impatient. I'm addicted to the man he becomes with me in private, so different from his generally reserved demeanor. When his walls fall, he is voracious and every bit as selfish during sex as he is in a boardroom.

It shouldn't excite me this much, but I'm a lost cause where he's concerned.

Elliot is becoming my drug of choice. His ragged breath. His battle for control. The way he moans my name as though it is both a blessing and a curse. Everything about him fascinates me.

When I draw him into my mouth one last time, his whole body shudders. He gasps when I release him and climb back onto his lap.

"That was highly inappropriate for a car ride," he says, staring vaguely at the ceiling.

"We haven't even reached the best part."

The smallest smile illuminates his features.

"Are you going to explain what you mean or show me?"

"Show you. Showing is always better."

I trail kisses from his mouth to his throat. His hands slip beneath my dress and disappear under its layers of fabric.

"You're so dazzling that it hurts to look at you for too long," he says before kissing my neck at the sensitive spot that steals my breath.

My whole body warms at the declaration. Maybe because I know Elliot isn't the kind of man to offer a compliment he doesn't mean.

With all these feelings swirling in my chest, my eyes begin to sting. Elliot makes every thought disappear when he draws my panties down my thighs. With him, everything is heightened, from the feel of his calloused fingers on my skin to the warm breath raising goose bumps across my body.

I brace myself on my knees so he can pull the underwear down my legs. He tosses it onto the seat beside us, then lowers one cup of my corset to free a breast. His lips suck the tip, and the sensation makes me throw back my head. The way his tongue teases me drives me out of my mind.

Elliot groans when I glide my slit over his rock-hard shaft. My entire being vibrates with need. The velvety feel of his cock against me sends a wave of heat through my body. I rub myself back and forth again, drawing another moan from Elliot. Between gasps, he says my name, though it is no more than a whisper.

I've turned a wealthy god into a beggar. Power surges through me at the thought. I tease the head of his cock, and he emits a muffled groan. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Our gazes meet. The darkness blazing in his eyes feeds the fire spreading through my lower belly, turning a spark into an inferno.

"Your pretty pussy hasn't earned my cock yet."

Elliot takes control again by lifting me enough to slide a hand between us.

My entire face burns as he pushes one finger inside me. My flesh contracts around him, and I jerk when he adds a second. With his free hand, he grips my hair, exposing my neck to his lips and arching my body, ready to be taken.

"I was right all along."

His rough chuckle sends another charge down my back.

"You hide it well. You're nothing but a temptress concealed behind innocent smiles and kind words. In reality, there's a monster inside you."

His deep voice does something wicked to my lower belly. He licks from my throat to my nipple before grazing the sensitive tip with his teeth.

Goose bumps cover my entire body.

"But I see you," he continues.

His movements are brutal, as though he's dancing on the border between anger and passion. It's intoxicating to know I drive him mad enough with desire to lose all control. No one but me knows what kind of animal prowls beneath his skin, and I find the secret exhilarating.

Trembling, I'm increasingly consumed by burning need.

Elliot sucks hard on my neck before following its curve with his tongue. I cry out in pleasure.

"And I want you," he concludes.

A third finger joins the other two, plunging forcefully inside me while his mouth possesses every inch of exposed skin. The pressure in my body builds until it becomes unbearable. I claw at his shirt, unable to mark his skin.

"You drive me insane," he mutters against the goose bumps on my neck.

He withdraws his fingers before thrusting them brutally into me again.

"I become an animal. You make me lose control."

Another fierce assault from his hand.

"I've lost my mind so completely that I could fuck you on this back seat while my driver is only a meter away, behind a glass partition that wasn't designed to block your screams."

An irresistible need to come takes hold of me. I roll my hips and ride his fingers, reaching for the fire building at the base of my spine.

"I think you like the idea of someone hearing me fuck you until you have no voice left to scream."

But Elliot pulls his hand away. I immediately mourn the loss, and the buzz animating my whole being fades into a dull hum.

"Maybe I like the idea of someone hearing me fuck you," I shoot back.

The smile he gives me makes him look ten years younger. I brush his lips to confirm he isn't a figment of my imagination.

He takes a condom from his wallet. I'd tease him about the cliché, but I imagine controlling small details matters to him after what he endured with other women. The crinkle of the wrapper mingles with our loud breathing. His abrupt movements jostle my languid body.

He lifts me, revealing his condom-covered cock, then supports me with one hand while the other strokes my intimate folds. The gesture is gentle and respectful until he suddenly lowers me onto him. The abrupt sensation of being filled makes me gasp. My whole body locks at the burning stretch, and I throw back my head. He kisses my throat softly, as if offering a silent apology. His thumb finds my clit, and I relax beneath his caress.

"Show me how badly you need it."

Elliot gives my ass a light slap before removing his hands. Looking down at me, he draws his thumb over his lower lip, following the curve of the faint smile forming there.

That bastard. He wants me to do the work.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and rise, taking my skirt with me. He watches the place where we're joined, where his cock remains halfway inside me. Staring, he licks his lips.

I lower myself, and when my flesh closes around his shaft, his entire body trembles.

"I may hide it well, but you're nothing but a handsome liar. A man willing to do anything to get what he wants. You're selfish."

I establish a rhythm, moving up and down on him in time with our ragged breaths.

"Bossy."

I roll my hips, and his eyes roll back with pleasure.

"An angry man who hides his smiles and his heart of gold from the rest of the world."

He is my storm cloud in a drought, an underestimated beauty who makes me feel as alive as the sun or stars.

My lips find his neck, and I nibble it. His fingers tighten on my hips as another groan leaves him.

"I don't think you like wanting me this much. Because if you care about me, you'll have to admit that you have a heart." I place a small kiss on his lips. "So keep telling yourself those little lies. I'll keep your secret."

I ride him with determination, earning every moan that leaves his mouth. I love driving him wild. Each time I rise, I pull away until only his tip remains inside me, making him hold his breath before I take him in again.

His eyes darken. Suddenly, something inside him snaps, and Elliot takes control. He grips my hips even harder, the muscles in his arms contracting beneath his shirt, and slides me along his shaft.

I gasp with each of his thrusts. Pleasure tingles along my back. I burn every time Elliot's skin brushes mine.

His movements turn wild as control slips away from him. Black spots fill my vision, then stars explode into life behind my closed eyelids. Pleasure shakes my body.

In turn, Elliot trembles beneath the force of his release. I don't stop moving my hips until we're both breathless and drained.

I rest my forehead against his shoulder, and he gently strokes my back. Eyes closed, I try to calm my panting breaths. The soothing movement of his hand draws me toward unconsciousness despite his cock still being inside me.

The orgasm must be making me delirious, because I hear Elliot whisper to himself, "If I had a heart to give, it would be yours." A declaration like that can only be a product of my imagination.

A shiver runs up my spine, and it has nothing to do with the hand still resting there. I want to tell him he has a heart, but the words stick in my throat. Instead, I absorb whatever affection Elliot is willing to share with me.