Night with Sole Regret

TEMPT ME VI

Unexpectedly, Madison’s hands shifted to cover her mound, blocking the glorious sight of her s*x. Such beauty should be celebrated, not hidden. He looked up at her and found her blushing, her gaze trained somewhere above his head.

“Don't stare at me like that,” she whispered. “It's embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing? It's beautiful. The most beautiful thing God ever created.” He urged her hands away and her knees farther apart. She scarcely resisted. Under his attention, her p***y grew redder, more swollen, wetter. Making her do things that she normally wouldn’t always turned her on, and seeing her in this state had his c**k straining his zipper. He had to have her. Now.

Adam unfastened his fly and pulled out his stiff and throbbing c**k. “The only thing that could possibly be more beautiful . . . ” He rubbed the head of his d**k over her warm, slippery folds, brushing her clit, teasing her opening until she shuddered. “ . . . is seeing it filled with me.”

He entered her a few inches to prove his point, but got lost in sensation. His eyes drifted closed. Bliss.

“Adam?”

He opened his eyes, expecting her to be flushed with pleasure, but found her chewing on the end of her finger, looking uncertain.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands sliding over her hips, thumbs drawing upward along her hip bones.

He thrust deeper and glanced down to watch her hot sheath swallow his c**k. His balls tightened. f**k, he wouldn't last long. He wasn't sure what was about her that shredded his usual control.

Adam pulled back and plunged deeper, watching her body accept him. He loved how her flesh adjusted to his. Relished how her body was designed to give his ultimate pleasure. He wanted her to feel as much as she gave. Adam rubbed his fingertips over her clit to help her find release quickly. Later he'd tease her. Touch her. Please her. Later. Now, now he just had to f**k her. As he withdrew again, his c**k, slick with her juices, was revealed an inch at a time, and then her p***y engulfed it as he thrust forward again.

Madison grabbed one of the chains Adam wore around his neck and pulled. “Adam!” she cried.

He tore his gaze from where their bodies were joined in splendid perfection. She wasn't looking at him; her horrified blue eyes were focused on the side window. “He can see us.”

They were stopped in traffic. The driver in the next car was staring straight at them. Adam knew there was no way the man could see through the dark tint on the limo’s glass. “He can't see us, sweetheart.”

“Are you sure?”

Adam presented the dude with a stiff middle finger. The guy's curious expression didn't change. “I'm sure,” Adam said.

She turned her head to look at him.

“You're not comfortable doing it here, are you?” he asked.

“It’s just . . . I feel really exposed. Everything is showing out here in public.”

He didn’t consider this public, but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He knew she had issue with public displays of affection. She probably didn’t want pictures of her getting intimate with a guy like him showing up in the tabloids. He couldn’t blame her. But when they were alone together—even in a place like a locked restroom in an Italian restaurant—all that shyness vanished. She became an uninhibited, sensual creature who wanted to experience everything he gave her. Must be the windows giving her pause. Even though no one could see in, she could see out.

“Baby, I promise no one can see in through those windows.”

“Maybe if . . . ” She pulled her skirt down to hide the spectacular view he'd been enjoying.

He tugged the fabric back up. “Careful, Madi. You'll get c*m on your dress.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.”

She pushed him away. He groaned when his c**k fell free of her delightful body.

“Sit,” she insisted, patting the bench seat beside her.

He wondered what she planned. He hoped she wouldn't make him put his d**k away. It was so hard, he feared it might split its skin. When he settled on the seat beside her, she straddled his lap, facing him.

“Put it in,” she whispered in his ear. “No one will be able to see that you’re inside me under my skirt.”

Including him, un-f*****g-fortunately. He wasn’t stupid enough to point out that even if a spectator couldn’t actually see that she was impaled by him, they’d still be able to tell what they were doing under her dress. But if she was more comfortable doing it this way, he'd take what he could get. He could watch the action between their bodies after the concert, when they were alone in the hotel room and she gave herself to him completely.

“Can I f**k your ass later?” he asked as her slick heat engulfed him. He loved the way she responded to being pounded hard in the ass. He was pretty sure she liked anal more than vaginal s*x. It makes me feel naughty, she’d whispered to him when he’d asked her why she kept requesting back-door entry. Make me feel naughty, Adam.

Can do.

Madison shuddered against him, his c**k buried to the hilt inside her. “Don't talk about that now,” she pleaded. “When you talk about it, it makes me want it and we can't do that here.”

“What else makes you want it, baby? What about when we talk dirty on the phone?” he asked. “When I call just to tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you? Tell you how much I love to ram my c**k into your hot little ass until you beg for more?” He knew the answer; he just liked to see her flustered. It turned him on. Just like everything about her turned him on. The fastest way to get her flustered was to talk dirty and try to get her to respond.

“After you hang up, I get into my bed and hide under the covers,” she whispered in his ear. Her face burned hot against his.

“Naked?” he asked. When she didn’t answer, he pressed her. “Do you get naked under the covers, Madison? Tell me.”

She shook her head. “With my panties down.”

“Do you use the toy I bought you on yourself? Do you f**k your ass hard with it?” He remembered when he’d given her that toy and made her use it on herself while he’d watched. She’d been embarrassed at first and then she’d really gotten into it. Given it to herself so good that he’d come all over himself just watching her.

“No,” she said close to his ear. “I ordered a bigger toy. The little one you bought me isn’t thick enough, not like your cock.”

“Do you like a big, hard c**k in your ass, Madison?”

She shuddered as if the thought had her close to o****m. She nodded against his face. “Oh yes. I love your big, hard c**k in my ass. None of those toys feel half as good as when you take me. You f**k it so good. So hard. Until I ache deep inside.” She groaned. “Oh God, Adam, I want you in there now.”

Damn, she made him hot. “Later. I promise.” He burrowed his face against her neck, his hands tangled in her skirt. “You have to move, baby. I need to come inside you. If I don’t soon, I’ll die.”

She kissed his cheek. “You’re sure no one can see us in here.” She checked the traffic out the back window.

“I’m sure.”

She began to move. She rose and fell over his lap, caressing the entire length of his over-sensitized c**k with her slick warmth. Made for him. Her body had to have been made just for him. She fit him so right. Felt so good. Adam wanted to look at her, touch her, taste her, but all he could do was cling to the crumpled dress at her hips and revel in the pleasure rippling through his flesh.

“Oh, Adam,” she whispered breathlessly. “Feels amazing.” She moved faster, burying him deep, riding him as hard as she could. Churning her hips. Working him inside her. Driving him mad with pleasure. He gripped her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to torment her. She grabbed his hair, fisting it in both hands. “God, yes. Finger my ass.”

“Later.”

“Please.”

He inched his fingers closer to her back opening, and she squirmed. She rose and fell over him faster. Faster. Grinding her clit against him each time she sank. His pleasure built. His heart raced. He fought release, wanting her to find her o****m before he surrendered to bliss. He knew slipping a finger in her ass would make her come. It always did.

His fingers inched closer to where she wanted them.

“Yes, Adam,” she panted. “I need it.”

The instant his fingertip brushed her empty hole, her entire body went rigid, arching backward. He moved his arms around her back so she wouldn’t fall and hit her head on the console behind her. Her hot, tight p***y clenched hard on his c**k in sucking spasms as she cried out in ecstasy. Adam was so consumed by his own pleasure that he couldn’t force his eyes open to watch her expressions as she came. She made the sexiest faces when caught in the throes of an o****m. Later. He’d watch her come later. Now, now he let go, calling her name as his seed erupted inside her. Each pulse of release drew a hard shudder from his entire body. f**k, she always made him come so hard. He was so glad he didn’t have to wear a condom with her anymore. So glad she’d trusted him when he’d promised to keep her safe. He would never break that trust, because being inside her sent him soaring—body and soul. There was nothing as thrilling as pumping his c*m into her receptive little body.

Madison went limp, and she collapsed against his chest. Her hot, rapid breaths stirred the hairs along his neck. He inhaled her scent—a mix of sweet lilies and s*x and Madison. God, he’d missed her.

The limo lurched to a sudden halt, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Adam landed on top of Madison between the seat and the wet bar. He instinctively cradled her in both arms.