19. Taran

Chapter 19

Taran

H er laughter is infectious. I smile as she straddles me, lifting her skirt higher up her thighs. Her red hair cascades down like a fiery curtain around us. This woman has no idea how much she drives me crazy. Sliding my hands down to her hips, I pull her closer, feeling her pussy grinding against my stiffening cock.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Emma?" I whisper against her lips.

She grinds down harder, her breath warm on my neck as she murmurs, "I know."

I kiss her fiercely. Her body melts against mine, and for a moment, the world outside this car disappears—there's only us.

My hands move under her top, fingers brushing against soft skin that makes her shiver. The noise from outside fades away; it's just the sound of our breathing and the feel of our racing pulses pounding in sync. She moans softly into my mouth, making me want to drive her wild right here and now.

Reaching up to undo the buttons on her shirt, I let out a soft groan. Her bra barely contains her breasts, and I can't resist burying my face in her cleavage, kissing and nipping at the soft flesh. Emma's hands find their way to my hair, pulling me closer as she rocks against me.

"Fuck, Taran," she moans, arching her back.

I slide a hand down between us, slipping it past her knicker line and feeling the wet heat of her arousal. "Fuck, princess. You're so wet for me," I murmur.

She bites her lip. "Only for you."

That does it. I yank her knickers aside and thrust two fingers into her. She sinks down onto my hand with a gasp, her walls already clenching around me tightly.

Emma's nails dig into my shoulders as she rides my hand faster. "God, you're amazing," I pant, my cock busting at the seams to get inside her. I fumble with my free hand, getting it free for her pleasure. Rotating the tip over her clit, she cries out softly, and it's too much. I remove my hand.

Her eyes snap open, wide and wild, as she feels me getting ready to take things to the next level. She lets out a shaky breath, and then a mischievous grin spreads across her face. "Think Minnie can handle this, Taran?"

I chuckle. "Minnie? Nice. And yeah. She's sturdy."

"I've never done it in a car before," Emma whispers.

"Me either," I say. "I'm glad this is a first with you."

She smiles slowly and takes my cock in her hand. She rises up and sinks down excruciatingly slowly, taking me in inch by agonising inch. "Oh, fuck," she pants. "You feel so good."

I can't form words; I can only groan in agreement. Every nerve in my body is on fire as she rides me with increasing urgency, her moans growing louder as the car bounces as she rides me hard and fast.

"You're perfect," I rasp, clutching at her hips and helping guide her movements.

She leans forward and kisses me, her lips hot and demanding against mine. Our tongues tangle together as our pace quickens, her nails raking down my chest. The pleasure builds quickly inside me; the way she has no inhibitions drives me mad with need, and I want to take it further. I want her out in the open where everyone can see us. I want people to see me railing my woman and the pleasure she gives me.

"Fuck, Taran!"

"Do it," I urge, gripping her hips harder. "Come for me, princess. I need to feel you."

With a cry, she shudders and convulses around me. The feel of her pussy contracting sends me over the edge too, and I release inside her pussy with a groan. "Take my load, princess. That's it, fuck, you're a good girl, aren't you."

She whimpers in response, clutching at my tee as if she never wants to let go.

My cock is still buried deep inside her, and I wonder how long it would take for me to be ready to go again. But to my disappointment, she rises, and I slip out of her, covered in our cum.

"We'd better get decent and get to The Lamb. We've got work to do."

"Boring," I murmur. "I'd much rather take you out onto that patch of grass over there and fuck you until you weep."

"Taran!" she gasps, her cheeks going pink. "You're so wicked."

"One day, princess, you'll see things my way."

"Keep dreaming," she mutters as she sorts her clothes out, and I reluctantly do the same.

She climbs out of the car and gets in the driver's seat, so I follow her and place my hand on her thigh as she starts the engine. She grins at me and sets off. I wonder what she's thinking. Is she thinking how lucky I am to have found her? I sure as shit am. I just hope that this transfer deal doesn't ruin what we have or ruin her at the Warriors. I have a very bad feeling it's not going to be as easy as me showing up and taking over as Captain. This is a situation that needs to be handled delicately and with finesse. Baby steps.