Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

clicked and I opened my eyes to see Rush stalking toward me. He was going to take me home and kick me out. He stopped beside me and jerked open the back door. He was putting me in the back. How humiliating.
    “Get in or I’ll put you in,” he growled.
    I scrambled into the backseat before he could throw me in. But he didn’t slam the door behind me. Instead, he climbed in after me.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, just before he pressed me against the seat and covered my mouth with his. I opened to him with one probe from his tongue. The flick of metal in my mouth was exciting. Tonight his minty taste wasn’t mixed with something else. I could taste him for hours and never get bored.
    Both of his hands found my hips and he shifted me until one leg was up on the seat with my knee bent and my other one still on the floor. He’d spread me open and then settled between me. His mouth left mine and trailed hungry kisses down my neck. He took a small nip of my bare shoulder causing excitement to course through me.
    Both his hands found the hem of my shirt. “Take it off,” he said as he lifted it over my head and then threw it in the front seat without taking his eyes off my chest. “I want it all off, sweet Blaire.” He reached behind me with one hand and had my bra unsnapped in less than a second. He pulled it down my arms before throwing it in the front seat with my shirt.
    “This is why I tried to stay away. This, Blaire. I won’t be able to stop this. Not now.” He lowered his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it hard and an explosion went off between my legs. I cried out, grabbing his shoulders and holding on.
    I watched as he stuck his tongue out and ran the metal barbell over my skin. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. “Tastes like candy. Girls shouldn’t taste so sweet. It’s dangerous,” he whispered against my skin and ran his nose along my cleavage while inhaling loudly. “And you smell incredible.”
    His lips were once again on mine as one of his large hands covered my breast kneading it gently and then tugging on my nipple. I wanted to feel more too. I ran my hands down his chest and slipped them underneath his shirt. I’d stared at his chest enough to know exactly what it looked like. Now I wanted to know how it felt under my hands. The warm skin that covered his hard muscles was smooth. I ran my fingers over each ripple in his stomach and memorized the feel. I had no promise that this would be more than a one-time event and I wanted it all.
    Rush reached back with one arm and pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside then went back to devouring my lips with his. I arched closer to him. I’d never been topless with a guy. I wanted to feel his naked chest against mine. He seemed to know what I wanted and he wrapped me up tightly in his arms and pulled me against him. The wetness from his mouth had left my breast cold but the heat from his skin was shocking.
    I cried out and pulled him closer, afraid he’d move away from me. I had what I’d wanted since I’d seen him out of the porch with that girl. It was me whose legs he was between now. This was my fantasy.
    “Sweet Blaire,” he whispered, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it.
    I shifted underneath him in an attempt to get his hardness pressed between my legs. I was throbbing and I wanted to feel his erection against me. Rush slipped his hand down to caress my knee and then ran it up the inside of my thigh. I let my leg fall open even further needing him to get closer. The ache was growing and the idea of his hand being near my needy ache made me lightheaded.
    The moment his finger ran along the silk crotch of my panties I jerked and let out a whimper. “Easy. I just want to see if it’s as fucking sweet down there as the rest of you,” Rush said in husky voice. I tried to nod but I couldn’t manage anything other than remembering to breathe. I stared into Rush’s silver eyes as they took on a smoky glow. He didn’t look away from me as his finger slipped inside the lace edges of my panties.
    “Rush,” I whispered, squeezing his shoulders and holding his gaze.
    “Shhh, it’s okay,” he replied. I wasn’t scared. He was trying to ease my fear but there wasn’t any. The excitement and need were too much. I needed him to hurry. Something was building inside me and I needed to reach it. The clawing ache was growing.
    Rush buried his head in my neck and let out a long heavy