The phone buzzed.
Violent. Jarring. Pulling us out of that perfect collapse.
The screen lit up between us, name glowing.
Lila.
My stomach dropped. His jaw clenched. And still, he didn't pull away ....his forehead pressed to mine, body shaking, his cock throbbing against me, both of us ruined by how close we'd come.
"Fuck," he muttered, broken, breath harsh. "She knows how to pick her moment."
I lay beneath him, shameless and wrecked, not even moving to cover myself. "Don't answer," I begged, breathless. "Please. Just… stay with me."
But the phone kept ringing. And we were still on the edge.
The phone stopped ringing, and for a second, the car was dead quiet except for the sound of me breathing like I'd just run a marathon. My skirt was still bunched up, my panties shoved aside, and Daniel was still hard against me, throbbing where I wanted him most.
I wanted to scream. At him. At the phone. At the whole world for interrupting.
"Daniel," I rasped, clawing at his shoulders. "Please. I don't care about anything else. Just fuck me. Right here. Right now. Finish what you started."
I didn't even recognize my own voice — it was ragged, broken, shameless.
His jaw flexed, his chest heaving, and he stared down at me like he was one breath away from snapping in half. "Maya…" he warned, but it sounded more like he was warning himself than me.
I arched up, grinding against him, desperate. "Don't make me beg again," I whispered, and then louder, reckless, "Actually....fuck it, I will beg. Please, Daniel. Please put it inside me. I can't take it anymore."
For one beat, he just stared at me, like he was memorizing me...ruined, wrecked, dripping need all over his seat.
Then he shook his head. "No. Not like this."
My whole body went cold. "What?"
"I'm not rushing it. I'm not burying myself inside you while my daughter's blowing up my phone." His voice was gravel, heavy, his control razor...sharp. "You don't deserve scraps of me. You deserve me wrecking you when we actually have time."
Anger shot through me, mixing with the ache. I shoved at him, tugging my skirt down furiously. "Fine. Forget it then."
But I didn't get far. His hand shot out, pinning me down against the leather again, hard enough to make me gasp.
"Don't move." His voice was low, lethal, the kind of tone that made my thighs clench. His gaze swept down me, dark, hungry. "You think you get to tell me when this ends?"
"Daniel—"
"No, Don't Daniel me!!!he cut me off, ripping my skirt back up with one hand. "You asked for it, baby. Now you're gonna take it."
And before I could even suck in a breath, he slid down my body and buried his face between my thighs.
I cried out, no shame left, grabbing his hair in both hands. "Oh my God—"
His tongue licked a slow stripe up my slit, hot, deliberate, dragging every drop of slickness until I was squirming. "Fuck, you're soaked," he muttered against me, his mouth vibrating against my skin. "All this for me?"
"Yes," I gasped, thighs spreading wider on instinct. "All for you. Don't stop, please don't stop."
He laughed low, then sucked on my clit, hard, making my back bow off the seat. My voice tore out of me, messy, loud. I didn't care who heard.
"God, Daniel—faster, please, I need it, I need—"
His hands pinned my hips down when I tried to grind up against him. "Stay still. Let me taste you how I want."
And then he destroyed me. His tongue circled, flicked, dipped inside me, alternating between gentle teases and devastating pressure until I was thrashing under him, begging, shameless words spilling out between moans.
The second his tongue sealed on me, I knew I was fucked.
Not gently, not sweetly — wrecked.
The pressure in my stomach snapped tight, the kind of unbearable coil that made my legs shake and my voice break before it even hit. I was already whining, already squirming, already chasing his mouth like an addict.
"Daniel, oh my God—fuck—" My voice was ragged, cracking into high-pitched cries I couldn't control. My palms smacked the window, fogging up the glass with every desperate breath. "I'm—I'm gonna—oh fuck—"
"Do it," he groaned against me, his voice buzzing on my skin. His tongue flicked harder, faster, ruthless. "Cum for me, baby. Don't hold back. I want it messy."
That's all it took.
The orgasm ripped through me so violently my whole body jolted. My thighs clamped around his head, trembling like crazy, but he pinned me open with his hands, refusing to let me run from it.
I screamed his name. Loud. Shameless.
The wetness poured out of me, gushing, slick, dripping down onto his mouth, his chin, the seat beneath me. Sticky sounds filled the car .... obscene, slurping noises as he licked me through it, swallowing me down like he couldn't get enough.
Every time his tongue dragged over me, another wave hit. My moans broke into sobs, wet and noisy, my breath catching like I was drowning. My stomach clenched, my hips bucked, and I was gone no pride, no shame, just pure surrender.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" I babbled, yanking at his hair, pushing him closer. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm still—oh my God, I'm still—"
He didn't. He kept going, tongue circling, lips sucking, drinking every drop of me while I convulsed against his face, leaving the seat under me soaked.
By the time the aftershocks faded, I was ruined. My thighs were twitching, my chest heaving, my voice wrecked from screaming his name into the dark.
He finally lifted his head, lips shining with me, beard wet, eyes black with hunger. He wiped his mouth lazily with the back of his hand, smirking like he'd just won.
"You hear yourself?" he murmured, voice low, almost mocking. "So fucking loud. So fucking wet. Shameless little thing."
I smiled through my panting, hair a mess, skirt still bunched around my waist. I didn't even care. I was dripping, wrecked, still shaking ...and proud of it.
Because he was right. I'd been loud. Wet. Messy. Shameless.
And I'd never felt so fucking alive.