CHAPTER523
The aquarium is one of my favorite places in the world to visit, but as it’s a bit of a long drive and a place that takes an entire day to get around, then we only come occasionally, and I felt the need to splurge. Not that it cost me anything. Mr, old fashioned. wouldn’t allow me to use my card for anything.
“I love the fact you don’t, it means you’re never off limits… Maybe need to set my watch for this time every month though, so you get a free keep out of jail card for being a pain in the ass.” He flicks his eyebrows upwards in a cheeky gesture and I roll my eyes at him again, instantly back to irritable.
“Ha ha. I can never tell when you’re being serious or being an ass.” I slump back down in my seat and lift my feet to his dash, so I am practically curled up; he frowns at me but never says anything about the way I use his dash as a foot rest. He never has, even though Jake practically rips my legs off for doing it in his car.
“Usually I’m being an ass, because you’re easy to wind up and I enjoy it. Part of being my girl, so get used to it.” He reaches out and pinches my cheek to be met with a hand slap.
“I want a massage.” I pout, petulant mood, being demanding when really, I should be giving him one for the tough time I always give him. I am getting too used to Arry indulging me in every way, pandering to me. Not that I can blame myself, he has done this for so long that I really blame him for the spoiled baby I have become. He always encouraged me to behave like a little madam around him.
“Not sure… If it gets you to go to sleep fine, but lately they all end up in sex. I think I’ve tainted you.” He winks, and I shake my head at him.
“Well either would make me sleep so, you know, I’m easy.” a naughty smile creeps across my face and instead of pouting, I find myself sliding my hand over the console to curl over his thigh. Solid, muscular thighs that make me think about climbing on his lap.
“When it comes to me you are.” He casually picks up my hand and replaces it on my own lap, grinning at the furious look I give him, and knowing fine well he is as bad. All I have to do is say his name in that pleading husky way, with big eyes, and he’s on me like a dog in heat.
Not that I’m complaining.
“I wouldn’t get so cocky, might just go to bed alone and not bother coming at all with that smug ass attitude.” I prod his shoulder, so not impressed with him rebuffing my advances.
“You know you want me, you have very little control when it comes to that.” He looks a little too sure about that as he moves himself down in his seat to adjust his jeans, I get a little smug when I realize why. He can hide so much but never the start of an arousal.
Easy!
“Stop being smug, asshole. It’s not endearing.” I raise a haughty eyebrow his way, half smiling at him, because I can’t help but like him, even when he’s being his confident cocky self.
“I have every right to be smug, you can’t keep your hands off me lately. Not that I’m complaining, Sophs, but all I need to do is look at you nowadays and the panties drop.” That one gets another Casanova wink and that inner stubborn me uncurls to stand up to him, she doesn’t like when he gets too big for his boots…or err pants.
“Maybe I’ll implement a sex ban, seeing as your so overworked and so sure of yourself.” I sit up, cross my arms across my chest and cross my legs for good measure, sizing him up as though he means nothing to me anymore. So petty, sometimes I surprise myself.
“Try it… See how long you can last, before I get you naked and moaning for me. Begging me to fuck you.” He smiles, the hot shot of smiles, that ‘I know you better than you think’, glance and the infuriating way he rests his hand casually on top of the wheel like he knows he’s got this. I narrow my brows at his use of that vulgar term again, hating how crass it is.
“Okay I will. From this second until further notice. I’m not giving you sex. You can try all you like, but I am not yielding to you.” I pout, sticking my chin in the air and smirking like a diva.
“Wrong thing to say to me. Never challenge a Carrero, baby.” Arrick pulls the car into a turning, looking away before his attention is back on me and I realize he’s heading off course to home, heading into an underpass off the freeway and turns down into a tunnel at a faster speed until we slot into dimness. He stops the car suddenly, in a darkened tunnel, unclips his belt and gets out. Like a flash of decision, so fast I don’t even have a moment to think about it or what he’s doing.
Coming to my door seconds later he opens it, leans in, unclips my belt and pulls me with him, moving me forward to close the door and then moves me back to lean against the car. Standing close but not touching, he tilts in so his mouth hovers over mine. Runs a single finger from my knee, up along my inner thigh slowly. I’m wearing a knee length comfy dress with boots, so he has fully naked skin on show to torture with caresses. Tingles erupt as he comes to the short hem of my dress and gradually teases upwards slowly. An instant bodily reaction I have to him, knees tensing, lips parting as I really ache to kiss him suddenly. He stays still, eyes locked on me, still not inching this any further.
“What are you doing?” I blink, whispering softly, inching towards his mouth so he can kiss me, but he tilts back and smiles.
“Trying all I like.” He says smartly that husky seductive tone giving me goosebumps, his lips parting, and pupils dilating. It’s clear he wants sex, but he’s playing with me. Proving a point.
“I said no sex, I didn’t say no to kissing.” I frown huffily pushing his chest away, so I can cross my arms again, glaring steadily at him.
“I think all it will take is a kiss, so I’m giving you a sporting chance at not breaking your ban.” He is far too sure that he is going to make me cave, I will so not break with a kiss. I have way more resolve than that when it comes to him.
“Smug… Cocky. Fine! … Here.” I lean in and kiss him, softly at first, meeting no resistance and then slide my hands around his face and kiss him more passionately, his body comes to mine and presses me to the car as he gets lost in kissing me back. It takes only a second to ignite the fire that’s been growing between us in the last weeks, instantly aching to have him inside me, even though we’re out in God knows where, in an underpass while heavy traffic flies overhead and rumbles deafeningly. Arrick breaks away, his eyes heavy with lust and rubs his nose to mine.
“I don’t think I can handle a sex ban. You’ve ruined me with explosive fucking.” The defeat is in his tone, his eyes and the way his hands are roaming me already, sliding my dress up enough to make me tremble in anticipation, hands already skimming my hips under my dress.
“Fuck it! Neither can I.” I yank him back to me and bring our mouths back together, immediately pulling his jean buttons open and shoving my hands inside his pants feverishly, overcome with lust. I search him out and then groan as his hands find me, lifting me up to pin me to the car as he pushes a hand into my underwear. I bite on his bottom lip, suck hard as he pulls my underwear off to one side and seems to lose all control.
There’s no foreplay, no real working up to it, just two people going crazy with desire, lost in a need to have each other, and caught in the moment. He pushes inside of me, lifting me up by the thighs and makes me moan out with the way he slides inside. Noses together, eyes locked as he thrusts into me. Both of us panting with the way it’s happening; my arms around his neck and clawing at him already with how good he always feels within me.
Arrick kisses me hard, sucks on my lip then rams me against the car harder, so he is deep inside me as I gasp in pleasure, moaning around him. I pull open his shirt, nibble at his jaw and neck, rake my nails down the exposed flesh as he thrusts into me aggressively, heated banging against the car and I don’t care who hears us.
We have never been like this, even with the marathon of kinky sex positions over the last few days, we have never had a fast-heated quickie without serious make-out and foreplay coming first, and this is all raw primal need. We have never physically been rough with one another like this, well minus my claws, but this is some unspoken need to do so, Loving how much he is throwing every basic urge he has at me. I throw all my inhibitions to the wind, claw at him, bite his lip harder and cry out so loudly a flock of birds scatter away from nearby trees.
It lasts only minutes, so hard my body is pressed into the smooth metal roughly, leaving marks on my skin with steel fingers and my gauges on him are drawing blood, but I like it. Leaning back so my head rests on the roof of his car as the waves of ecstasy climb up through me like hot waves and I dig my nails in under his shirt at his muscular skin so that I can pretty much feel myself piercing him. The car rocks behind me with the force of the sex we are having, shifting with every thrust.
Arrick’s grip bites into my flesh of my thighs in reaction, a slight moan from under his breath, pushing me up harder, faster until I can’t contain it anymore. One last final scream as orgasm rips through me and I cling to him crazily as the biggest all-consuming spasms of climax rips my body apart. Although this doesn’t feel like any I have had before, this feels more intense and different, stronger and body racking and completely screws me up physically with the intensity.
The sudden drenching between us makes me look down in complete shock. Pretty sure I just peed myself mid orgasm and it snaps me out of the afterglow instantly. Arrick looks down too, finding his own release as I did and smiles at the obvious something all over us. His trousers and my shoes are soaked, and I’m utterly mortified.
“What the hell?” I can’t move from the way he has me perched as he pulls out of me. It’s disgusting, completely mortifying and I have no clue why he is even smiling at me like that. My face is set in a grimace and I’m silently ashamed, utterly cringing in ickiness."
