SWNOVELS Hitched: Chapter 9
Selena
I couldn’t believe he meant what he said last night when he mentioned returning to New York. I thought he’d change his mind or that he’d said it just to sleep with me. I didn’t think he’d turn around when we were so close to his freedom. I didn’t expect him to go back for anything, not even to get his hands on Bryce. He isn’t worth getting caught over, and if Lex gets caught, I’ll end up alone with the true monster: my husband.
I watch Lex from the passenger seat as he drives. Every so often he shoots a look over at me and flashes a quick smirk.
“We should go back,” I say with a nervous shake of my knee beside the center console.
He raises an eyebrow. “We are going back.”
I scoff. “You know what I mean. Back the way we were going. Away from here.”
“Rabbit, stop,” he says with a stern tone that makes me shut my mouth. “If you’re going to be mouthy, use it in a better way.”
My jaw drops at his brazen words. He talks to me like I’m his whore, a toy to use. And now, with him, I want to be played with like that. My eyes land on the hard dick beneath the zipper of his jeans. My leg stops shaking as I stare at him.
He reaches out and grabs my hand, caressing my palm. “Did you stroke your husband’s dick?”
I nod, keeping my eyes on him.
“Show me how.” He brings my hand to the zipper. I consider arguing—believe me, I consider it—but an aching in my gut keeps my hand in place.
The denim scrapes against the soft pads of my fingers as I drag them toward the button. I swallow hard, lean over, and work open his pants. He isn’t wearing boxers, giving me a glimpse of his cock.
“Don’t be shy. You’ve seen it all already,” he says as he fully reveals his cock, sick of me taking my time to expose him. His hand rides along his shaft before circling his head and planting itself on the steering wheel again. I stare at the bead of pre-cum on his head and feel guilt the moment it drips over the curve.
I dig my fingers into his jeans. He’s already been inside me—twice. He already made me come—three times. Stroking his dick hardly seems like it’ll matter at this point. I can just add it to my list of sins.
I draw a deep breath before wrapping my hand around the hot skin.
“Good girl,” he groans. His fingers dig into the steering wheel as I stroke him. Despite the soft buck of his hips, he keeps the car steady on the road, which is much better than I did. “I need your mouth, bunny,” he says through a groan.
I shake my head. “Wh-what? I can’t. You’re driving.”
“So? Get on your knees and lean over my lap.”
I shake my head.
“Now, rabbit! Don’t make me ask you again. You can suck me off your way or my way, your choice.”
I hate when he gives choices. They’re never good ones.
I swallow the lump in my throat and undo my seatbelt. I swivel my head, looking at the quiet, empty road.
“Fine,” I say as I climb onto my knees.
As I lean over his lap, he grabs my hair, lifting it away from my face and bunching it in his hand. I take him into my mouth. He groans in a way that shakes his whole body, like I’ve sent a shockwave through him. I suck him, and his hips pulse toward my mouth, forcing me to take more of him. His hand leaves my hair and plants on my ass. His fingers graze my lower back as his hand returns to my hair. He pulls me off his dick, and I look up at him.
“Does he make you suck his cock?” he asks.
I nod.
“Was he the first man you put your mouth on?”
I give him another nod, straining against his grasp. He just smirks at me as he pushes me down on his dick. He groans when my tongue meets his skin again.
“Sweet bunny, you have the best mouth I’ve ever felt.”
His cock impales the back of my throat when he thrusts his hips upward, which makes me gag. A deep growl leaves Lex’s lips. Tears slip from my eyes as I pull back enough to keep from throwing up, and I take some quick breaths through my nose before he pushes me to the base of his cock. I gag again, but he holds me there to keep me from pulling away this time. My throat tightens, and I use my lips to protect his warm skin from my teeth. My whole body shudders. He lets go so I can draw a breath without my nose buried in skin and hair.
“God, I love how you choke on my dick. Is your husband as big as me? Has he ever made you gag like this?”
I pull away from his cock and shake my head. Bryce wasn’t big at all, thank God. He’d have used it as a weapon if he was as blessed as Lex.
He wipes the tears from my cheek and licks the salty evidence of what he does to me. He moans and pulls me up to kiss him, making me taste my tears as well. He fists my hair harder, and I see the glimpse of cars driving past as he pulls me back toward his lap. The other drivers can see me, ass up and doing what I’m doing, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The tip of his cock touches my lips.
“People can see me,” I whine against him.
“Good. You’re a fancy little show rabbit. You should be shown off,” he growls before shoving me back down. “If you keep taking your mouth off me, I’ll make you get on my lap and ride my dick. Your choice.” He lifts his hips and pushes his cock to the back of my throat. I choke out air. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Slip your hand down your pants and play with yourself.”
I try to pull back to speak, but he holds me in place.
“Remember what I said,” he tells me through a tense jaw.
I have no choice but to listen to him. My hand wanders down the front of my leggings, and I’m surprised by how wet I am. This isn’t really the type of thing that gets me going, but there is something about the way he reacts to my touch and the feeling of my tongue riding along the perfect curve of his cock that excites me.
I rub two fingers along my slit. He controls the speed of my head as I control what happens between my legs. My moans vibrate against his cock, and the feral groan he releases vibrates against me. As I get closer to my edge, I feel the need to pull him from my mouth. The tense muscles in my body make it harder to keep my teeth off him.
“Is it too much for you? Having trouble keeping those teeth off my dick? You can bite, sweet bunny. You can’t hurt me.”
I shake my head as best I can.
“Fine. Take your mouth off me so you can come, but don’t you dare stop stroking.”
I pull him from my mouth and pant as I wrap my hand around him and keep stroking his cock. He’s still wet from my spit. With his hand wound through my hair, he brings my face to his and kisses me, hard. His eyes watch the road as his mouth moves against mine, pushing me over the edge.
“Come for me, bunny,” he groans.
And I do. I come so fucking hard, dropping my weight into him and making him swerve.
“That good?” he asks with a smirk.
“Fuck off,” I say with a pleasure-laced laugh.
Lex’s eyebrow rises. “I wanted to come inside you again, but I was trying to be amenable and settle for your throat. Not gonna work. I need your pussy.”
My lower jaw drops, and I shake my head. Absolutely no way in hell am I riding his dick while going seventy miles per hour down the highway.
Lex leans over and hits the bar to push the seat back.
“I’m not doing that,” I say.
“Rabbit,” he says firmly, and the ice in his tone forces me to reconsider. “Take your pants off.”
There’s that voice again—the voice that makes me weak because it’s so strong.
I stare at him, trying to ignore the thunder of my heart roaring in my ears. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my leggings and tug them down. I’m a sticky, wet mess from my own come.
“Climb onto my lap.” He taps his thigh.
I swallow hard, surveying the road once more before carefully climbing in front of him, trying not to hit the steering wheel as I stare out the windshield. He drops one hand and helps me onto his lap. He grips my hip, sinks inside me, and lets out a growl that sends a shiver down my spine, right to the notch of the hip he’s holding. He takes his other hand off the steering wheel and grabs my other hip.
“Drive,” he says with a groan. “If I try to drive while buried in your perfect cunt like this, I’m liable to kill us both.” His teeth scrape my shoulder before he bites into my neck. “I’m not going to last long with you. Your pussy is so fucking wet. All from my cock, huh?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and try to keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel as he thrusts against me. He’s so fucking deep, and it makes it hard to keep the car on a straight path.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers. His hips pulse before settling beneath me. I make a move to get off his lap, but he holds me in place. “Not yet, sweet bunny.” He slips his hands from my hips to the wheel in front of me. “I want to feel you around me for a little while longer.”
I sigh and drop back against his chest as he drives. His cock twitches inside me, and I stop caring about the occasional car that drives by as I sit on the heat of his cock. He kisses the top of my head, which almost doesn’t feel real.
He doesn’t seem like the sweet type. But then again, this isn’t who I am, either.