armor , I think. Because it’s true. When I most needed help, he was there, knowing exactly what to do and what to say. He got me to my family, and he kept me distracted during the flight.
I feel a little guilty that all I want to do is rip off his clothes. Well, maybe I want him to rip off my clothes. Yeah, that sounds much better.
“What’s that little smile for?” he asks as he holds the door open for me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmur. “And it’s nothing. I’m just excited that I get to see you so soon again.”
“Glad to hear it.” He grins. “And I’ll get the door because I’m a gentleman. If that’s a problem, we can settle it in the bedroom.”
“As I recall, you’re no gentleman. Anyway, how would we do that?” I ask as he slides behind the steering wheel and shifts the car into first gear.
He shoots me a look. “Well, it could happen a lot of ways. I could strip you naked, tie you up, and spank you until you’re a sobbing, quivering mess.”
My face flushes with heat. Thirty seconds of being near him again and my body is primed, ready for—no, desperate for his dominating touch.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I am, but food is the last thing on my agenda. However, I haven’t eaten since getting off the plane, so I tell him, “Yes.”
“That was a long pause,” Porter says. “Why?”
“I…”
“You’re turned on?”
I nod.
“My cock has been hard ever since you called to say it would be just the two of us. Up for something naughty?”
“Sure,” I say.
Porter unzips his pants. “There’s a red light ahead. Take me in your mouth. I want you to suck me off before the light turns green.”
“And if I can’t?” I ask, panicked, remembering how much control he showed last night.
“You can,” he says.
I unfasten my seat belt and lean across the center console and the gearshift, which jabs into my stomach. Porter gathers my hair in his hand and tightens his fingers. Like this, he’s able to control everything.
So when I find my mouth full of pulsing, hard cock, it’s because Porter lowered my mouth over his shaft.
He gives me a second to catch my breath. I can smell the fresh scent of his recently laundered jeans. He moves me up and down on his cock.
“More suction,” he says.
I give him more suction, and even more when I’ve got just the tip between my lips. He’s pulsing his hips up lightly toward me.
“Almost there,” he gasps.
Green light splashes in from above. A horn blares behind us.
I try to move away, but Porter won’t let me go. His hand firmly pressing on the back of my neck, he tells me, “Almost there. Almost there. Concentrate.”
The car behind us really lays on the horn. Two more horns add to the cacophony.
A thrill runs through me. This is, by far, the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.
Porter groans. The hard muscles of his thighs become even more taut as his cock jerks, pumping come into my mouth and throat.
I swallow, then swallow again, and when Porter lets me sit up, I can’t help but smile.
“Put on your seatbelt,” he orders as he tucks himself away.
I snap it in place, and Porter steps on the gas just before the light turns yellow. I twist in my seat. “They’re pissed at us,” I say.
“Next time you’ll have to be faster, then.” Porter looks at me, his expression satisfied.
“Where’s this torture room of yours?” I ask suddenly. “Is it in the city?”
“It’s in my penthouse.”
“I’d like to see it.”
He doesn’t answer right away. I fold my hands in my lap and wonder why he doesn’t want to take me there. Finally I say, “It’s not a big deal. I’m curious, is all.”
Porter glances at me. “I’d like to show you, but I have a rule that I don’t take a woman there unless we’ve played together at least three times.”
“Why?”
“Because it can be overwhelming.”
“What if she’s experienced with the BDSM stuff?” I ask, thinking I’ve understood the real
I feel a little guilty that all I want to do is rip off his clothes. Well, maybe I want him to rip off my clothes. Yeah, that sounds much better.
“What’s that little smile for?” he asks as he holds the door open for me.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmur. “And it’s nothing. I’m just excited that I get to see you so soon again.”
“Glad to hear it.” He grins. “And I’ll get the door because I’m a gentleman. If that’s a problem, we can settle it in the bedroom.”
“As I recall, you’re no gentleman. Anyway, how would we do that?” I ask as he slides behind the steering wheel and shifts the car into first gear.
He shoots me a look. “Well, it could happen a lot of ways. I could strip you naked, tie you up, and spank you until you’re a sobbing, quivering mess.”
My face flushes with heat. Thirty seconds of being near him again and my body is primed, ready for—no, desperate for his dominating touch.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I am, but food is the last thing on my agenda. However, I haven’t eaten since getting off the plane, so I tell him, “Yes.”
“That was a long pause,” Porter says. “Why?”
“I…”
“You’re turned on?”
I nod.
“My cock has been hard ever since you called to say it would be just the two of us. Up for something naughty?”
“Sure,” I say.
Porter unzips his pants. “There’s a red light ahead. Take me in your mouth. I want you to suck me off before the light turns green.”
“And if I can’t?” I ask, panicked, remembering how much control he showed last night.
“You can,” he says.
I unfasten my seat belt and lean across the center console and the gearshift, which jabs into my stomach. Porter gathers my hair in his hand and tightens his fingers. Like this, he’s able to control everything.
So when I find my mouth full of pulsing, hard cock, it’s because Porter lowered my mouth over his shaft.
He gives me a second to catch my breath. I can smell the fresh scent of his recently laundered jeans. He moves me up and down on his cock.
“More suction,” he says.
I give him more suction, and even more when I’ve got just the tip between my lips. He’s pulsing his hips up lightly toward me.
“Almost there,” he gasps.
Green light splashes in from above. A horn blares behind us.
I try to move away, but Porter won’t let me go. His hand firmly pressing on the back of my neck, he tells me, “Almost there. Almost there. Concentrate.”
The car behind us really lays on the horn. Two more horns add to the cacophony.
A thrill runs through me. This is, by far, the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.
Porter groans. The hard muscles of his thighs become even more taut as his cock jerks, pumping come into my mouth and throat.
I swallow, then swallow again, and when Porter lets me sit up, I can’t help but smile.
“Put on your seatbelt,” he orders as he tucks himself away.
I snap it in place, and Porter steps on the gas just before the light turns yellow. I twist in my seat. “They’re pissed at us,” I say.
“Next time you’ll have to be faster, then.” Porter looks at me, his expression satisfied.
“Where’s this torture room of yours?” I ask suddenly. “Is it in the city?”
“It’s in my penthouse.”
“I’d like to see it.”
He doesn’t answer right away. I fold my hands in my lap and wonder why he doesn’t want to take me there. Finally I say, “It’s not a big deal. I’m curious, is all.”
Porter glances at me. “I’d like to show you, but I have a rule that I don’t take a woman there unless we’ve played together at least three times.”
“Why?”
“Because it can be overwhelming.”
“What if she’s experienced with the BDSM stuff?” I ask, thinking I’ve understood the real
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