Free Book Bitch by Ashleigh Royce

front of the lavish hotel. The full moon shone between the skyscrapers. Rebecca looked radiant in its light. Her pale skin gave off a glow. My heart thumped in my chest. Was I falling for her? It was just last week that I had agreed with everyone that she was a ruthless taskmaster. A slight breeze danced through the curls that fell around her face. She shuttered. I moved closer to her and handed her my suit jacket, just as I had done after the dinner we had a few days earlier, but now it was that I wanted to protect her rather than it being an act of chivalry. She smiled as she covered the goose pimples that covered her exposed skin.
    Heavy air lingered between us. I wanted so badly to kiss her, but I knew she wou ldn’t approve of my being so close with so many people around us who’d use it against her. Our car arrived and I helped her in. When I closed the door, she gave the driver the address and waited until we pulled far enough away from the hotel so that we couldn’t see it through the back window. Turning toward me, she needed no words. Her eyes told me what she was thinking. It was what I was thinking, too. Her hands slid the fabric of her dress up her hips. Then she swung her leg over my lap and straddled me. Her lips were an inch from mine. I reached out with my mouth and connected with hers. Their warmth and softness sent ripples through my core. My hands found her waist. The driver’s eyes appeared in the rearview mirror then he quickly averted his glance. Rebecca rocked her hips so that she rubbed against my growing erection.
    Moving my hands, I positioned one down under her behind. The other slid to the front of her dress. I skimmed down the fabric until I reached the hem, then backtracked up underneath, gliding over her leg. When I reached the damp panel of lace between her thighs, I slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties. Stroking her clitoris with my thumb, her hips gyrated in synchronicity with my circular motion. A small gasp escaped her.
    Again the driver peeked in his mirror. I glared at him and he refocused on the road.
    Back and forth she moved against me. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold back until the end of the car ride. As if she read my mind, she slid me sideways until I was lying across the backseat of the cab. Her hands made fast work to undo my belt and unbuttoned my waistband. A slow tug of my fly revealed the hard-on that was barely contained within my briefs. She lifted then lowered the elastic band enough to expose my hardened length. As the cab stopped for a red light, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. My heart pounded and I got lost in the sensation of being in her mouth, of being in the cab, in the middle of Manhattan. It was thrilling.
    The warmth of her mixed with the internal explosions I was experiencing and the constant glances from the cabbie made it exciting. The taxi resumed when the light changed. As the cab jerked and bucked through the pot-holed streets of Manhattan, Rebecca bobbed and licked every inch of me. I gripped the edge of the seat with my right hand and meshed my left into my own hair, trying to harness the sensations I was feeling. However, by the time we reached Union Square, I could hold back no longer. My hips thrust upward as I stilled and released into her mouth. She waited until I was done to lift my briefs back into place and sat up. She searched through her purse for a tissue and a mint, as I closed my pants and sat up next to her, on the side opposite from where I started. I fought to regain a normal breathing pattern. By the time I could speak without panting, we had arrived at Rebecca’s building.
    She paid the taxi cab driver. “This will cover his ride home,” she said. She exited the car and leaned in to give me a kiss before closing the door. She passed the mint into my mouth. I opened the window. “I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you for a perfect night.” Speechless, I watched as she walked into her