Page 8 of Under His Command
He cups my face with his callused hands and brings me in, pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are soft, and the kiss is gentle in the beginning. He smells so masculine—of leather, pine, and that muted undertone of a scent I never managed to figure out.
He groans, and I swallow down the sound before his tongue darts out, pushing against the seam of my mouth. I open up for him, a whimper traveling from my throat to his, as I dip my head backward to let him devour me. He tastes like fresh morning dew on mint leaves in the valley. I lean into his mouth, chasing more of it. Chasing all of it.
Instinctively, I place my hands on his forearms, feeling his muscles clench behind his uniform jacket. But it’s not enough. I want to touch every part of him. So I place my fingers on his chest instead. He seems to want the exact same thing, and lowers his hands to my thighs as goose bumps start to pebble every inch square of my skin.
He wants me. He wants me just as much as I want him, if not more.
I smile against his lips, and he pauses, huffing out deep breaths as he stares me down with his brows slightly furrowed.
“You taste better than I could’ve ever imagined. What should we do with you, hmm?”
“Rowan… I’m so… please, you have to…”
I don’t even know what I’m asking him. I just want him to take me. Right here, surrounded by all these other men who are waiting for us in their designated cars.
I don’t care about anyone or anything else right now.
“Be a good girl and take these off for me,” he says, his fingers dipping under my skirt, tugging at the edges of my panties until they slide down to the middle of my thighs. I hoist myself up, leaning into him so he can take them off completely.
“Lie back. Let me see you.”
Heart fluttering and nerves swarming low in my belly, I do as he says, propping my back against the door and shyly spreading my legs. He drags a hand down his face, and I wait for his next command.
“No. Open for me, angel. Wider.”
I exhale a shaky breath, parting my legs a bit more. I know it’s probably not enough, but the way he rakes his eyes over me—with so much hunger—makes me feel overanalyzed. Exposed.
His hands suddenly hook around my ankles and, with one swift movement, he lifts up my legs, balancing them on his shoulders. I gasp, holding onto the seat in front of me for stability.
“What a pretty little cunt,” he says, pulling my skirt up to rest on my stomach and revealing me entirely to him. “Exquisite.”
I squirm and wiggle my hips against the seat, my pussy throbbing at the praise caressing it.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“N-No.”
“Stay still, angel. I want to kiss you some more.”
“Y-Yes. Please, Rowan…”
Nerves pounding inside my skin, I close my eyes, impatient to feel the touch of his lips on mine.
I can feel the weight of his body pressing down into the seat as he leans forward. I can feel his rough hands trailing up my thighs. But what I don’t expect to feel is his warm breath tickling my most sensitive spot.
My eyes snap open in shock.
“Y-You said you were going to kiss me.”
His lips make contact with my pussy. I shudder, feeling the dark smile on his face stretching them out.
“I am.”
His tongue darts out, warm and velvety, pushing against my entrance. I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. I’ve never had anyone do any of this stuff to me before. It’s dirty and intrusive, and it feels a million times better than anything else I’ve done by myself in my room.
I moan, dipping my head backward as my face scrunches under the intense sensation of being fucked with his tongue. But as soon as I feel his fingers nearing my other hole, my eyes snap open in shock once again.
“Not there,” I plead, shame causing red patches all over my cheeks. “I’ve never…”
