Chapter 91: Mercedes Hood

He kept his mouth on her until Naomi was squirming beneath him, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as she tried to decide whether she wanted to pull him closer or drag him back up her body.

Eventually, Dorian made the decision for her. He pulled away. He was rock hard now, painfully so, and he couldn’t bear another second without being inside her.

The entire evening had been one long exercise in frustration. He straightened and freed his cock, his breathing already rough as he moved between her legs.

Naomi looked up at him, flushed and impatient. He caught her legs and lifted them higher, bringing her exactly where he wanted her until she was lying flat on the curved hood of the car.

Dorian entered her easily. Naomi screamed. The angle the car forced her into changed everything. With her back stretched over the curved hood and her legs lifted high in his hands, every thrust drove him so deep that she genuinely wondered if the man was rearranging organs.

"Oh my God!"

He was hitting things she hadn’t known existed. Everything became too much, too fast. Her vision blurred.

Her breasts bounced beneath the sheer black lace with every hard movement of his hips. The satin sash had loosened somewhere along the way, leaving the robe barely covering anything. Naomi was yelping, yelling and moaning without the smallest concern for dignity.

The sounds echoed around the garage. Some sensible corner of her brain reminded her that they were having sex on the hood of a Mercedes-AMG.

Fucked on luxury. That should probably be a category somewhere. But the luxury was beside the point.

The car deserved credit. It might not have been a bed, but the shape of that hood was functioning as one hell of a sex assist.

Naomi cried out and grabbed desperately for something to hold onto. "Dorian..."

He had that focused look on his face now. Almost ruthless. The same expression he wore in court when he found the one weak point in somebody’s testimony and decided to destroy them with it.

Except right now, Naomi was the witness. And she was confessing to everything. Her thighs trembled in his hands.

She tried to raise her head to look at him properly. That tiny movement tightened her lower stomach. Her entire body locked. "Wait—" She didn’t even get the word out.

A sudden rush tore through her and she squirted around him without warning. Naomi gasped so loudly it bordered on a scream.

Wetness spread beneath her across the hood as another pulse hit, her body giving her absolutely no permission to be embarrassed about what had just happened.

"Fuck yes..."

The satisfaction in his voice was so sexy. Hearing how delighted he was only made the heat inside her climb higher.

Naomi’s fingers curled against the hood. "Dorian..."

He pushed deeper. She whimpered. There was no space left inside her for thought now. Everything had narrowed down to the pressure building again, the slick sound between their bodies and the brutal rhythm of his hips.

Naomi practically had to start begging. "Please... Dorian... hmmm... ah..."

The begging made him worse. Pleasure climbed so sharply that Naomi couldn’t even decide whether she wanted him to stop or never stop again.

Her body made the decision for her. The climax crashed through her. Naomi screamed. Her thighs tightened around him as every muscle inside her clenched and pulsed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dorian suddenly had a problem.

A big one. A gigantic one. He could feel her climax around him. Feel every tight, wet pulse of her pussy gripping his cock while the remains of that earlier gush made everything impossibly slick.

And his own orgasm was right there. His cock throbbed violently inside her. He needed to get out.

But Naomi was still coming, still clenching around him so tightly that pulling away felt almost impossible.

Dorian had a decision to make in seconds. Stop her climax and get the fuck out, or just bury himself farther into her and cum in her.

The latter option was the easy one. So he took it. He gave in completely, buried himself deeper and came inside her.

The force of it nearly knocked the strength out of his legs.

"Fuck..." Dorian just stayed there, breathing hard, his hands planted against the hood on either side of Naomi.

It was exhilarating. Why the hell hadn’t he done that before? Actually, he knew exactly why.

Consequences.

Those annoying little things adults were supposed to consider before making decisions with their genitals.

Right now, though, he could barely keep himself upright enough to care. And, because Naomi was Naomi, she immediately voiced the exact thought he had been trying not to have.

"You’re going to get me pregnant, just like Tessa," she said breathlessly. "Great. Then we’ll totally be fat buddies."

Dorian lifted his head. "Tessa’s pregnant?"

Naomi stared at him. That was apparently the part he had chosen to address while his cock was still buried inside her. She shifted on the hood and hooked her legs around him, tugging him closer. "That’s the part you heard?"

"That’s the part I choose to address while I work on my case."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Ah, never mind. Turns out your method doesn’t work either." Her fingers drifted lazily over his chest.

Dorian looked down at her. "Our method."

"You were the one doing the withdrawing."

"Thats because nothing about us is planned. The first time, we were not supposed to be having sex remember? And today, am I supposed to have condoms lying around in the garage?"

"We probably should have some in every room on every floor."

"Yeah, we probably should."

Then the actual earlier information caught up with him.

"Tessa doesn’t want a baby? You told her about her husband already?"

"No... no. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to ruin her moment," Naomi explained. "When they first got married, she told me they weren’t ready. Too many things were going on for both of them."