I search her face, stroking her cheek. “Besides, you’re not some prize I’m trying to win. And even though I’ll admit that I fuck my hand in the shower, imagining what it would be like to bury my cock between your legs, after I got you off in that closet … well, I’d much rather make you feel good than worry about myself.”
Her breath hitches. “What do you mean?”
I drop my hand from the truck to her waist, pushing her slightly against the door. “I mean, I’d much rather watch you come undone, Isla. You can make me wait to have sex as long as you want, but I’d still like to take care of you anyway.”
A small squeak slips from her lips, and she swallows sharply. My cock presses against my briefs, making my jeans bulge. After watching her come once, I’m a fucking addict for it. And for so long, I’ve had to settle for just imagining it in my head. Right now, I want to watch her come undone in real life.
“Let me show you.” I cock my head to the side. “Your rules, Isla. Tell me … can I fuck your pussy with my fingers until you soak them? Deal?”
Her lips part, and in the dark, I can feel heat radiating from her.
“Don’t kiss me though,” she whispers. “We almost kissed the other night, and look how that turned out.” Her voice is breathy and desperate. “Besides, kissing is too romantic. Too personal. And you can’t have my number either.”
“So, you want to use my fingers, but I can’t kiss your lips or call you tomorrow. That’s what you’re saying?”
When she quickly seems embarrassed, I slide my hand just under the waistband of her leggings. “Because if that’s the case, I’d be fucking honored, Nineteen.”
“Yes,” she whispers, pressing her back firmer against the side of my truck. “Please.”
My cock is steel, only growing harder when I skim my hand further down her leggings and under her panties. When I reach her heat, I slide a finger against her slit, instantly feeling the wetness on my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” I suck in a breath through my teeth, pushing my finger deeper. “I forgot how fucking tight you were.”
Her palm slaps against my truck, and she whimpers, “Hendrix …”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby.” I lean forward, kissing her neck as I add another finger, thrusting them both in and out of her. “Say whose fingers are fucking you right now, Isla.”
“Yours,” she replies on a moan, pushing her hips against my hand.
“That’s right—mine.” I circle her clit with my thumb and bask in the sexy sounds that slip from her lips as my fingers own the most perfect pussy I’ve ever known.
“I don’t need to fuck you, baby. Though I can’t wait till I do,” I utter, loving how soaked she’s making my fingers. “Making you come is my favorite thing in the world.”
Her moans grow louder, and her hips buck faster, practically fucking my hand like it’s her own personal fuck toy. As her pussy begins to tighten around my fingers, dragging them deeper, I bite her neck.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Give it to me. Own my fucking fingers. They’re all yours.”
As she comes, crying out into the dark sky and gripping my shoulder with one hand while her other stays against the truck, I feel my balls draw up clear to my fucking insides seconds before hot cum pours into my briefs. My body shudders, but I make sure to finger-fuck her through the rest of her orgasm until her petite body is still.
Her breathing is heavy, and so is mine as she stares up at me.
“That was …” She pauses, gathering her breath. “Thanks. I … I almost feel bad that you didn’t get anything out of it.” She bites her lip bashfully. “But a deal is a deal, right?”
I chuckle darkly before sliding my hand from her pants and taking her hand in mine. Grazing her fingers across the front of my jeans, she gasps when she feels the wetness on the fabric.
“No need to feel bad, Nineteen,” I breathe out. “Because feel that? That’s how much I love making your pussy come.”
I drop her hand down slowly and lean forward to kiss her cheek. “So, thanks. And now … I need to go take a shower and change my pants.”
It’s as if she’s dumbfounded that fingering her alone made me come, but fuck … how could it not?
Wetting her lips, she swallows. “Well, I’ll get going home, I guess.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks again.”
Backing up slowly, I open the door to her car. “No need to thank me, babe, I promise.” I wink. “I’ll follow you on the way home. You never know who’s out this late. Could be people drinking and driving out and about.”
She bites down on her bottom lip to stop the smile that’s tugging at her mouth and gives me a subtle nod. And as she slides behind the wheel of her Jeep and I close the door … I already fucking miss her.
I’m a fucking goner for a girl who is way out of my league.
