Page 27 of Home to Me (The Andrades 2)
“Any particular station?” the driver asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” Nick said, glancing across the seat and holding Rena’s eyes with his. He slid one hand into his coat pocket. “Just crank it up.” The air sizzled with anticipation as the vehicle filled with the pulsating beat of Iggy Azalea.
The car pulled out of the field onto the road. When nothing more happened, Rena began to think she’d misunderstood Nick’s intention. He half turned in his seat and looked at her.
Is he going to turn it on or not? Rena bit her lip. What the hell is he waiting for?
Silently, he mouthed, “Is this what you want?”
The vibration in her panties started, but at such a low setting it was nothing more than a tease. Rena flipped her chin upward in what she hoped was a universal sign for more.
His mouth curled with a devilish smile. “Like this?” he asked, his voice just barely audible above the music. The vibration intensified by the smallest of fractions.
Rena mouthed back, “More.”
He put it on full speed. Rena gasped, gripped the door handle beside her, and closed her eyes. Nick lowered the speed back to a hum, and Rena’s eyes flew once more back to his.
“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered.
Helpless to deny him, Rena did and was rewarded by the bullet vibrating wildly against her clit. All the while, Nick watched her expression, clearly enjoying the game. As she became more excited, she squirmed in her seat to adjust the bullet so it could caress her with even more accuracy. Just when she thought she was going to orgasm, he lowered the speed.
Rena shook her head in protest.
Nick merely smiled and started to increase the speed again, slowly, then let it ebb away. What had at first been frustrating became its own sort of caress. Like the lapping of a tongue, the vibration came and went rhythmically. Each time it returned, Rena tightened as heat shot through her. Each time it ebbed, she wanted to cry out against the loss.
The orgasm building within her felt stronger each time it almost crested. Rena desperately reached out one hand toward Nick. He brought it to his mouth, running his tongue along the inside of her wrist. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her skin sent Rena over the edge. She gripped his hand tightly and fought to keep her eyes open while her orgasm rolled through her, wave after wave. She sagged against her side of the car.
He closed the distance between them and growled into her ear. “Next time you come you’ll be on your knees with me in your mouth.”
Rena shook with need at the image. Waiting was its own pleasure, and pain. She needed more than her damn toy. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted him inside her—yes, in her mouth and, God yes, in any other way he wanted to be. She was tempted to drop before him in the backseat of the car, despite their lack of privacy, and bring him to the place he’d already taken her to twice that day.
She wanted him as out of control as she felt. She shifted to do just that, but he pulled her to his side. “Not yet, Rena. Patience.”
The rest of the ride was sheer torture. Just when Rena began to calm, he teased her with just enough vibration to rev her up again. And each time she thought he had changed his mind and would give her another release, he stopped.
By the time they reached the hotel, Rena was wild in a way she’d never imagined she could be. She waited in a daze beside Nick while he checked them in. As soon as the elevator door closed, she pulled his mouth hungrily down to hers and cried out, “Fuck yes,” when the bullet once again began its dance against her.
This time, though, she could taste Nick, and she couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue wrapped around hers, guiding her to a rhythm of his choosing. Her hands sought his hard shaft and rubbed it eagerly through the material of his slacks. The elevator opened and they stumbled together into the private hallway outside their hotel suite.
Without breaking the kiss, he inserted the key, and the door swung open behind them. Rena was beyond caring about where they were, her hands frantically unbuckling his belt. She made quick work of the front of his pants and fell to her knees before him, pulling his pants down to his ankles as she went.
His cock, hard and proud, sprung up before her, and she took it greedily into her mouth. One of her hands cupped his balls while her other clung to his muscular thigh. She felt the bullet go wild against her clit and took him even deeper into her mouth.
There against the open door of the hotel room, he leaned back, dug a hand into the back of her hair, and held her to him while he thrust deeper into her. She welcomed him as she’d never welcomed another. Desperately. Wantonly. His pleasure was her pleasure, and the added benefit of her own stimulation sent her into a frenzy.
He gave the back of her hair a forceful tug and she raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m going to come,” he said as if giving her a chance to withdraw.
She opened her mouth even wider and lapped at the side of his cock. When she felt him tensing beneath her hands, she gave herself to her own orgasm and they came in near perfect unison.
He stepped out of his pants and shoes, pulled her to her feet and kicked the door shut behind them. She was still in a near speechless daze. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her down on the bed and slowly removing his jacket and shirt.
“Nick,” she said, putting a hand up to stop him before he joined her on the bed.
His expression instantly became concerned. “What it is, Rena?”
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nbsp; She waved a hand in the direction of his clothing. “Turn off the vibrator.”
He looked down at her and laughed without doing as she’d requested. “I forgot it was on.” He slowly removed her shoes and her clothing until she was lying in front of him with only the silk panties on. He lay beside her and put his hand on top of the bullet, holding it even more firmly against her. “Are you sure you want it off?”
“It was good,” Rena gasped, “but now it’s too much.”
He leaned down and kissed the curve of her breast, then moved to lick a circle around her nipple. “I believe the point of giving me the remote is that I get to decide how much is too much.”
Beneath his touch, the vibrations leapt to a new level. Rena felt it rippling through her. Nick slid a finger inside a slit in the panties, and he kissed each of her breasts thoroughly.
There was no reprieve, only more and more sensation until Rena thought she had nothing left to give. His finger played gently in and out of her wet folds, and Rena began to writhe back and forth beside him. Nothing she’d ever experienced had come close to how she felt right then. He sheathed himself in a condom, positioned himself between her legs, and thrust deeply into her.
The object she would have considered a barrier between them instead acted as another point of connection and subtly changed how he felt inside her. He paused after each deep thrust, and the toy she had thought had already enjoyed thoroughly moved him within her.
“You are so wet, Rena. So tight. I should have licked your come off you like you licked mine off me. And I will.”
He rolled onto his back, taking her along so she was straddling him. He lifted and lowered her slowly onto him, then held her in place while his tempo increased.
Rena held onto his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him passionately. Her final orgasm was a subtle flood of heat that started in her head and spread down through her toes. She was floating down to earth after it when she felt Nick reach his own climax. He shuddering and clutched at her, releasing his load in one final deep thrust.
