“There’s no point if you’re not enjoying it,” he says, and I blink up at this stranger, wondering why he’s so thoughtful and attentive when he barely knows me.
Not even the people I’ve known my entire life have ever cared this much about my feelings or comfort, no matter the situation.
Asher always thought I was a brat. Quincy thought I was too emotional. My parents, I think, often didn’t knowwhatto do with me if I wasn’t acting. Eventually, I learned to keep the mask on, playing whatever role made them most comfortable.
When I went to LA, the mask was so embedded within me that I’d forgotten there was pain and fear I’d stuffed somewhere. I lost sight of myself, my passions, and let them be exploited.
Sitting here now, all the reminders come rushing back just with this man’s acknowledgment, and I let out a strangled noise, overwhelmed by everything.
“It helps if you come, right?” he asks. “Can you do it like this?”
I swallow over the knot in my throat and nod again. “I-if you put them inside me, it goes much faster. Usually.”
His eyes glaze over as he lifts me off his cock, replacing it with one finger while his thumb remains on my clit. He watches me as if cataloging my reactions and storing them to redouble his efforts.
My mouth falls open, and I press my forehead to his as he creates a heady longing in my stomach. He curls forward, stroking languidly, and when he manages to slip a second finger in, my composure falters.
“I didn’t think you’d be good at this,” I pant.
He chuckles. “I’m a quick learner, remember? And I suppose it helps that I’ve been thinking about doing exactly this from the moment I handed you that vibrator.”
I place one hand on his thigh behind me, leaning back, and cock an eyebrow. “Really? I thought I’d messed everything up.”
“On the contrary,temptress,” he replies, covering the point of my breast with his mouth. He teases the tip of my nipple, his fingers working in and out of me, and I can’t concentrate on any one thing as electricity sparks at my spine, spiraling upward. “I didn’t think you were messy enough. Allow me to remedy that though.”
My mouth opens to reply, but I’m cut off by a spasm, my inner muscles clenching tighter and tighter.
“There it is. You look so hot taking my fingers like this,” he praises, making my stomach flip violently as the lewd squelching sounds grow incredibly loud in the car. “Tell me what you want, Elle.”
“Don’t say my name like that,” I whine.
“Why? Do you like how it sounds?”
I nod, my insides swirling. Euphoria singes every cell in my body, lighting me aflame.
“Elle, Elle, Elle,” he taunts, his lips vibrating against my sensitive, puckered flesh. “Jesus. You’re soaking my lap, temptress. How long has it been since someone made you come?”
“I–I don’t?—”
“Of course you don’t remember. No one’s ever felt this good inside you, have they?” His tongue lashes at my skin, and then he’s curling his fingers, brushing a spot that sends a wave of delicious pressure through me.
“Fuck,” I pant, squeezing around him, losing my hold on the situation as he continues.
Normally, I’d push back. Regain control.
But right now, I don’t want to.
It happens quickly, my orgasm rising and chasing out all other thought as he continues stretching and filling me. I feel him in my chest, in my throat, wherever nerve receptors exist in my body.
They explode on impact, stealing my vision for the briefest of moments. I come hard, gasping for clarity, for air, for this stranger making me see stars.
He’s right. It’sneverfelt this way before.
I flood his hand as I crest the edge of oblivion, an animalistic noise shrieking out of me. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I struggle to catch my breath, even as he keeps stroking me.
“Beautiful,” he notes quietly, finally lifting his head. “Feel better?”
My breasts are heavy, slick, and swollen, matching my pussy. I nod and let out a little laugh, then reach for him once more. Heeases out of me, raising his hand to his mouth and sucking my juices off each finger, one by one.
