“Here. This one is for you.” I handed him the one that said “Honk for boobies.” He looked at me with one eye quirked up. A little laugh escaped my throat at his face, so I handed him the other one, taking the boobies one for myself. He rolled his eyes, but took the blue trucker hat that said “Truck Yes.” A play on “Fuck Yes,” it made me laugh a little too hard when I saw it. Anytime I would say “Fuck yes” to something, it would now be forever changed to “Truck yes.” I put my own on with a grin, and watched as he begrudgingly put his on for a second so I could see it, then he took it off and put it on the dash next to the fairy. Even if he never wore it again, I had the memory of that thirty seconds with it on his head, and I would never forget it.
With a grin on my face, I went back to drawing, and Killian focused on driving through traffic. Which actually was pretty heavy right now, and considering it was lunch time, I guess we hit that at a bad time. I made both of us a wrap and we ate happily, snacking on fruit, too.
Taking a break to eat, I fixed my eyes out the passenger window, watching all the people driving to wherever they were heading. Did they have all their life figured out? I wanted to think most people didn’t have a clue; it made me feel better about myself. As the hours passed, Killian and I hadn’t really talked much, but that was more the norm than us chatting a ton. I was good with that, as long as it wasn’t all the time.
When I saw something that made my eyes bug out, I couldn’t help but break the silence.
“There’s a girl going down on a guy in the car beside us!” I was so surprised someone would do that in broad daylight! I mean, obviously people could see them. Killian just chuckled, and I looked at him likereally?
“Jesus.” I couldn’t look away; it was so crazy.
“Quit looking at them, if it bothers you.” He kept on laughing.
“Do you see stuff like this often?” I bet he did. Good Lord!
“All the time. Chicks flash their tits, people screwing while driving; you wouldn’t believe how creative people can get.” I scoffed at his answer.
“People are nuts.” He shrugged.
“People are people. There is a certain feeling of freedom you create for yourself when you let your inhibitions go.” I could understand that, but I don’t know if I could do stuff where people could obviously see us going at it. My eyes went back to the couple. The man’s hand was on her head, you could see the strain in his hand from holding back squeezing her hair as she bobbed on his dick.
Despite being shocked at what I saw, it was like watching porn. My body was starting to heat as I watched them. I’d never done anything like this before, watched someone be intimate with someone else. It was so taboo, but I couldn’t look away.
“Your breathing is distracting me from driving.” Killian’s voice was hoarse, and strained. My eyes went to him just as he moved to adjust his jeans to make room for his growing erection. God, I could see it from here. Was it wrong that I wanted to touch it right now? I don’t really know what made me do it, but I asked him that question. He groaned as my answer.
“Like real-life porn, babe. They wouldn’t do it if they had a problem getting caught.”
Maybe it was the way I felt his rough voice in my sex, or maybe from watching the couple that had passed us now, but I felt overcome with the need to try it on him. I already had embraced the brave girl inside of me during this trip; I could keep it going a little longer. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and crawled over to him. His eyes found mine briefly before returning to the road. He wasn’t saying no, but his breath did hitch slightly. He knew my intention, and adjusted his hips so I could reach the button of his jeans easier.
“Fuck, I’m going to drive us off the road,” he hissed as I touched his hard cock with my thumb and fingers, circling him and lightly stroking up and down. Feeling his soft skin as my hand glided over him.
“You’re the strong Killian Lemarque. If anyone can do this without crashing us, it’s you.” I sat up on my knees and pressed a kiss to the head of him. Salty pre-cum coated my lips like a gloss, and my tongue snaked out to lick it up. I could hear his perfect teeth grinding, trying not to lose control, and it only spurred me on more. I loved bringing this man to his knees.
Like the couple in the car, I moved my lips over his cock, and swirled my tongue around his shaft. The part of him my mouth couldn’t reach, I added my hand, to make sure I covered every inch of his flesh.
“Touch yourself, Livia. I know this is soaking those sweet lace panties right now,” he commanded, and with my free hand, my fingers sought my aching clit.
When his fingers delved into my hair, I knew he was getting close, and we both knew I would take him down my throat, so there was no need for a warning. I had learned his cues, and he was just about there. One, two, three more bobs, and his fingers tightened in my hair. Hot cum shot down my throat and I swallowed it down greedily. His groan propelled my fingers to go into overtime on my clit, making me whimper against him. His fingers lightened their hold, but stayed put.
“Scream your release on my cock, Livia.” And I was done for. My orgasm hit me like lightning, and I was doing exactly what he wanted, screaming my release, on his cock, to the heavens above.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Killian
Livia was passed out in my bunk, and I couldn’t join her just yet. So I just sat in my seat and stared at her. Her blonde hair was a mess all around her. Her pink lips were parted; silent breaths were the only thing leaving her lungs. No snores tonight.
We didn’t have much time during the rest of her month to really get out and do things. I had a tightly-packed schedule from here on, but I still wanted to experience things with her, as she explored the country.
“Killian,” she murmured in her sleep and I found myself moving towards the bunk and cradling her in my arms in seconds. She wanted me, even in her sleep, and I would give this woman anything, even in her dreams.
**
“Killian. Wake up.” Her voice was different, there was anxiety lacing her tone. I jolted up quickly and looked her in the eyes. They were red-rimmed and swollen.
“What’s wrong?”
“I woke up early to pee, and decided I’d check my phone. I haven’t since San Diego, and there was a frantic message from my mom.” Her breathing hitched, and the tears started flowing down her cheeks.
