[ON GOING] All Of Me 18+ Only (Book 3 of Lastor series) #Wattys2020

Chapter 11

I rode on Rick's back, keeping my legs bounded around his waist as I held my hands against his eyes. "Okay, one more step," I said and, gripping the railing of the stairs, he took one hesitant step. "Forward." He walked forward a few steps. "Stop." I pulled my hands away. "Tada!"

He stared at the black and blue Bugatti Chiron, his mouth falling open as a gasp escaped him. "No freaking way," he whispered under his breath.

I hopped off his back, going around him. "See, it's the wallpaper on your computer," I said, making a show of presenting it with my arms.

He looked at me in disbelief. "Baby, you're not giving this to me, are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Chill. It's just a rental," I muttered wryly, opening the passenger seat and getting in. "Come on. We're late for lunch," I called when he just stood there.

He went around the car, brushing the hood with his fingers as he marveled at it. When he got in the driver's seat, he was laughing to himself.

"What?"

He shook his head, gently grasping the steering wheel. "I feel like a kid on Christmas day."

I snorted. "It's just a car, babe."

"It's a three million dollar work of art, you rich girl," he said incredulously, laughing.

"Pennies," I huffed, bringing my feet up on the dashboard.

"Seriously?" He gestured at my feet. "I don't step on your instruments."

I snickered, shifting and laying my feet on his lap. "There. Better?"

He shook his head in amusement, turning the key in the ignition and looking giddy as the engine roared to life. "Where to?" he asked, grinning.

I leaned back, resting my arms on the open window. "The streets of Monaco," I declared.

He chuckled, shifting the gear and jolting the car into drive. We sped out of the tarmac, surging through the streets and air whipping through the open windows. Rick glanced at me, looking deliriously joyous. I unlatched my seatbelt and pulled my legs back as I crawled up towards him. He sent me a wary look, jumping and stepping on the accelerator when I undid his jeans.

"Angel," he bit out. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I murmured, glancing up at him from the corner of my eye as I pulled down his briefs. "I'm going to suck your cock."

"Oh, sweet baby Jesus," he muttered in a breathless voice. "We're going to die."

I snorted. "Worse ways out."

I grasped his cock, bringing my lips to the head and wetting it with my tongue. He sucked in a sharp breath, keeping his hands on the steering wheel as I licked up his length. I slowly eased him into my mouth, swallowing when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and suctioning my cheeks around his girth as I drew my head back. He let out an elongated groan, placing one hand on the back of my head and fisting at my hair as I went on. I gripped him at the base, sliding my hands up whenever I withdrew, the wet sound of my saliva and the smacking in my mouth intertwining with the mechanical roar of the engine.

"Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck," Rick was muttering, his body twitching. "Slow down."

I went faster, sucked harder, and squeezed tighter. He cursed loudly as he came and I quickly swallowed down, licking him clean before fixing his jeans and settling back in my seat.

He shot me a stunned look, panting. "God, I love you."

I clicked my tongue against my teeth, sending him a wink. "Am I worth the trouble or what?"