Chapter 198: Try It in a Car
Georgia’s POV
"Discuss this misunderstanding further?" I teased, as if I am innocent, though I already knew exactly what kind of ’discussion’ Nick meant.
That wicked smirk curved his lips—the same one he wore whenever his eyes undressed me without shame.
"I think you know," he murmured with a voice that’s low and rough. "Let’s do it."
My jaw dropped. "What? Now? Here?"
Oh Gods, he was not joking.
"Yes. Here," he said without hesitation, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to try it in a car?" His grin was sinful, dangerous.
This is not even his or my car! The heck!
But those words did something to me. Heat rushed through me, betraying the protest on my lips. "B-but—my dress, my hair..." I stammered, clinging to excuses when deep inside, curiosity and arousal were already clawing at me.
"Don’t worry," he promised, already guiding me with firm hands. "I’ll make sure you’ll look perfect after... but right now, I want you wet for me."
"Nick!" I gasped as he urged me to turn, pressing me gently but insistently across the seat. "I—I’m not ready—"
"Yes, you are," he growled, tugging me into place. My knees trembled as one foot landed on the floor, the other on the seat. My dress slid higher, and before I could even catch my breath, his hand slipped under the hem, pushing fabric and my panties out of his way.
"Nick!" My protest dissolved into a sharp cry when his tongue touched me—hot, wet, merciless. He licked from my folds to my entrance, slow and teasing, before flicking my clit.
"Oh God..." I shivered violently, clutching the leather seat as pleasure shot through me. My body betrayed me, melting instantly for him.
He devoured me like a starving wolf, tongue thrusting inside me, fingers circling my clit until my thighs quivered. My hand flew to my mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to echo in the car.
Through the tinted glass, I kept glancing toward the hotel parking lot, terrified and thrilled that someone might walk by.
"You’re dripping, baby," Nick groaned against me, his voice vibrating against my core. "You like this... the thought of someone catching you horny like this."
I bit my lip so hard it hurt, because he was right. The danger only made me wetter.
"Nick, just—just do it!" I whispered hoarsely, desperation clawing at me. "Quickly, before someone sees us..."
"Sure... my pleasure," Nick growled, and then I felt it—his hardness sliding into me with agonizing slowness.
My hand, the one I’d been pressing against my mouth, shot to the door handle as my back arched and my head fell back. My body trembled while he filled me inch by inch, stretching me until I thought I’d break.
"Fuck... you’re so hard!" I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of him.
"It’s your fault, love," Nick’s voice rasped against my ear, hoarse and possessive. "Next time, don’t wear a dress like that. Do you know what it does to me, watching other men stare at you? It makes me want to take you right there and then—just to remind everyone you belong to me."
"That’s so... ahh... evil, Nick..." I moaned, my words breaking as he began to thrust, each movement claiming me harder, deeper.
"I’ll be the devil himself if that’s what it takes," he said, his pace punishing, relentless. "Because you’re mine, Georgia. Only mine."
"Ahh! Slow down! You’re making me scream!" I whimpered, clutching the door handle with white knuckles. My body was bouncing against his with every brutal thrust, and the car rocked with us.
"We don’t have the luxury of slow, baby," Nick groaned, slamming harder. "You wanted this done quickly, remember? So just let go. Enjoy it."
"Fuck, Nick!" I nearly screamed, my voice muffled by my own hand as the pleasure tore through me. The thrill of possibly being caught made it even more intoxicating. I couldn’t care less if someone walked by anymore—I was his, and right now the whole damn world could see.
"Baby, I want you to come first," he said, his voice ragged with need. "I won’t stop until you do."
God, this man was insatiable. And I loved it.
I yanked my hand away from my mouth and slid it down to my clit, rubbing furiously to match his rhythm. My head turned, catching his dark, lust-filled eyes over my shoulder.
A wicked smile curved my lips. "Then keep it steady, love. I’ll help you get me there..."
Nick smirked back at me, that dangerous smile on his lips that always stripped me bare inside, and I slid my hand lower, rubbing myself furiously.
Damn, he knew exactly where to hit—every thrust of his hips slamming right on the spot that aroused me more.
"Ahh... babe, don’t stop... please—oh my God, yes... just like that, don’t you dare stop..." I cried out, the pressure inside me winding tighter and tighter, coiling like it was ready to snap.
I could taste it, my climax—just a few more strokes, a few more thrusts—
"Fuck... I can’t—Georgia—" Nick growled, his voice breaking, and then I felt it—his release spurting hot and hard inside me.
It was so strong, so sudden, it triggered mine instantly.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, my legs convulsing, hips jerking wildly as the orgasm tore through me like a violent storm.
"Shit—Georgia—you’re clenching me so fucking tight..." Nick groaned, but I was already too far gone, my mind spinning, my body quaking, holding onto whatever thread of consciousness I had left while the waves kept crashing, one after another.
When it was finally over, we were breathless, panting like we’d just run for our lives.
Nick reached for tissues quickly after wrecking me completely.
"Don’t move," he murmured, his voice low but tender. "I’ll clean you up."
He pulled out carefully, cleaned me with gentle hands, then tugged my panties back into place like he hadn’t just ruined me in the backseat of a car.
I slumped into the seat beside him, head tilted back, eyes half-shut as my chest heaved. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I groaned, massaging them weakly.
Nick chuckled, wiping himself off. "Hey, I tried hard not to ruin your hair. But if you lean like that, it’s not gonna hold in place."
"I don’t care anymore," I muttered, still gasping for breath. "My legs are shaking—I don’t even know how I’m supposed to walk back inside."
He leaned back casually, like he hadn’t just rocked my entire existence, and dropped his next bomb. "Well, if you want... we can skip the rest of the night and head straight to our suite. I booked us a room upstairs. We can continue this—"
My jaw dropped. Continue?! This man was unbelievable. My legs were as wiggly as jelly, my body was wrecked, and he wanted more?!