“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
I giggled. “It’s not your fault. I’d say it’s more of a sexual hazard from screwing on a limo floor.”
AJ grinned as he pulled out of me. He pushed himself up and then flopped onto the backseat. His dress pants and boxers appeared comical as they bunched around his ankles while his proud cock jutted forward. “Come here, baby,” he beckoned.
When I rocked back on my heels to sit up, all my weight rested on my knees, and I screeched in agony. Before I could turn around to hoist myself out of the floor, AJ’s strong hands splayed into my waist, gripping me tight. I gasped as he effortlessly lifted me up and onto his lap. “Better?”
I threw a glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes, thank you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Good.”
“You ready to finish?” I asked, as I teasingly rolled my wet core over his lap.
A low growl erupted from deep in his throat. “Oh yeah, I’ll finish. And so will you at least another time— maybe two.”
“Hmm, bring it on, big boy.” I grabbed his erection, causing him to suck in a harsh breath, before I guided it back inside me. Leaning forward, I gripped the sides of the leather seat as I worked myself on and off AJ’s cock. Heavy breathing and skin slapping together echoed through the close quarters. Closing my eyes, I focused on the intense sensations ricocheting through my body.
AJ’s deft fingers sought out the zipper on the back of my dress. He eased it down slowly, causing cool air to rush at my inflamed skin. Once he finished with the zipper, he then eased the spaghetti straps over my arms, pushing the top of the dress down until he bunched it around my stomach.
His hands slid around my ribcage, brushing momentarily against my exposed flesh before he cupped my aching breasts. “Umm,” I murmured.
“You like it when I touch your tits like this?”
“Yes, oh yes,” I panted.
“I bet your nipples are rock hard for me.”
“Why don’t you find out?” I dared.
Without a reply, his hands dipped inside the cups of the strapless bra. His hot breath scorched against my back as he whispered, “Just as I thought.” His fingers then went to work tweaking and pinching my nipples.
“Mmm, yes. Just like that,” I cried, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I’m getting close,” AJ groaned.
“Me too.”
Instead of pushing me harder against him, AJ surprised me by stilling our movements. His warm breath singed the tender flesh of my earlobe. “I’m gonna slowly turn you around, baby, because I wanna be looking into your eyes when we both come.”
A shudder rippled through me as I loosened the grip of my thighs against his, so I could slide around to face him. I’d never gone from reverse to regular cowgirl while a guy was inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned at the delicious way it felt to rotate around on AJ’s cock.
Once I faced him, AJ brought his lips to mine. “I’ve missed these,” he murmured against my mouth. Tasting myself on him, I thrust my tongue inside to dance along with his.
As I started riding him hard and fast again, AJ’s fingers raked through the strands of my hair. His mouth never left mine, and our tongues fought and tangled against each other. Gripping his shoulders tight, I felt the first wave of my orgasm start. I cried out as I stilled my movements as my head fell back.
With a slight jerk at my hair, he pulled me back to stare into his eyes. The intensity of his lust-filled gaze held me captive as I rode out the last delicious tremors. AJ’s hands then left my hair to rest on my hips, working me even harder against him. Only a few moments passed before his body tensed. “Mia, oh God, Mia!” he exclaimed as he came hard and fast inside me. Never once did his eyes stray from mine. After he finished, he brought his lips to mine again, giving me a tender kiss. When he pulled away, a lazy, satiated smile formed on his face. “That was pretty fucking amazing.”
Thoroughly wiped out from the sex and the orgasms, I nuzzled my head into the crook of his shoulder. With what energy I had left, I softly dragged my fingers through his hair, smoothing down the places where I’d mussed it earlier. “Yeah, it was,” I replied hoarsely. Between my cries of pleasure, I’d practically lost my voice. Cupping his face in my hands, I said, “That was everything I needed to get back into the game and more. You lived up to all my expectations, Mr. Latin Lover.”
His smile widened. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
I leaned over to kiss him again when Benny’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Sir?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah?” AJ croaked.
“We’ve, uh, been here at the restaurant about fifteen minutes. I was letting you…um, finish.”
Glancing down at our still joined bodies, AJ laughed. “Thanks, Benny. But we’re still going to need a minute or two.”
As I slid off of him, a delicious soreness filled my lower half—one I hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. “Can you zip me up?”
“With pleasure.”
“One sec.” I quickly adjusted my breasts back into the cups of the bodice before I turned slightly. Just as AJ’s fingers started pulling up the zipper, they stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Just admiring your ink,” he said, feeling along my shoulder blade.
I tensed as he touched the puckered skin beneath the Italian script words of the tattoo. “Thanks,” I murmured. Suddenly all the languid, post orgasmic bliss was snatched away.
“Did you get in an accident or something?”
My eyes pinched shut as a horrific memory assaulted my mind. “Something like that,” I finally replied.
AJ must’ve sensed I didn’t want to talk about it because he finished raising the zipper up my back. Once he was finished, I leaned forward to try and find my crumpled panties. Feeling blindly along the floor, I sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Finding black panties on a black limo floor is harder than I thought.”
“Shit, I’d turn the lights on, but…” I glanced over my shoulder. Although he’d gotten rid of the condom, he still hadn’t gotten his pants back up yet.
At the feel of lace, I shook my head. “Got them.” I collapsed back on the seat before shimmying them back up my thighs. AJ watched my every move. After I readjusted my dress, I cocked my brows at him. “Quit eye- balling me and fix your shirt.”
He responded with a bark of a laugh. Grabbing my purse, I dug out my brush, lipstick and body spray. As AJ readjusted his tie and tucked his shirt in his pants, I went about trying to make my appearance a little less ‘I just screwed my eyes out in the back of a Hummer limo’. After spritzing my thighs and arms with the body spray, I reached over and sprayed AJ.
“What the fuck?” He sniffed his shirt. “I smell like a chick.”
“Better than smelling like sex.”
A smirk curved on his lips. “That happens to be one of my favorite scents.”
Out of my purse, I produced some hand sanitizer. As he eyed me suspiciously, I patted one of my hands over his mouth and cheeks like aftershave. “Ow! That burns like hell,” he whined.
“Yeah, well, I know sex is one of your favorite smells, but I’m not going in a restaurant with you if you’re smelling like sex and…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the word.
“Pussy?” he questioned.
With a grimace, I replied. “Yes.”
“Whatever.”
Cocking my head at him, I asked, “So sex isn’t your top scent, huh?”
He shrugged. “Nah, probably Top Five. I gotta give props to some others like my drum set and my abuela’s tamales.”
“Speaking of tamales, are we eating Mexican tonight?”
“Actually, we’re eating at my favorite Italian restaurant. I figured with you being Sicilian, you’d probably like
