“Slow,” I remind him, as his wrist moves leisurely, his pressure on his cock light. It’s more torturous for him than anything, but he enjoys it. I can tell by the way he looks at me and the mess he’s making of himself with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Gavin says nothing as he drives, and there’s this never-ending awareness that he’s there, that he’s listening and watching. At the same time, Ben and I are in our own little bubble. The car windows are tinted just enough that there’s no worry of some unsuspecting pedestrian seeing Ben’s dick, but the optics of it have me shifting in my seat.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” I ask him, my hand on his face, and he’s nearly nuzzling against my palm. He kisses my wrist softly.
“The way you fucking look at me, like I please you,” he says, his grip tightening around his cock, and I wrap my hand around his, stilling his hand.
“You want this to last, don’t you, baby?” I say, his grip loosening under mine, but I can literally feel him shiver.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Can I touch you? Can I get you off?” he nearly begs.
“You have…six minutes,” Gavin says, looking at his GPS.
“Please, sweet Kate,” he whispers in my ear. How exactly am I supposed to say no to that?
As a response, I spread my legs for him. His warm palm starts back at my knee, before gently sliding up my thigh and palming my pussy. I know he can feel how wet I am through the fabric.
He leans forward, tenderly kissing my collarbone, again with no shyness around my scars. I try not to think about the times Will said they “didn’t bother him.” He never once kissed me there. Somehow, with Ben, it becomes an erogenous zone for me, apparently, making me spread my legs wider.
He pushes the fabric aside, the tips of his fingers gliding against my cunt.
“I think about this,” he says, sliding his fingers inside of me. “How wet you were, how soft and pretty, how good you tasted.”
“Show me,” I say, and he pulls his face away from my neck and pulls his fingers out of me.
I nearly mourn the loss as he holds eye contact, slipping his fingers into his mouth. He sucks them hard, before sliding them out and back under my dress.
I fist the front of his shirt, taking his mouth against mine, tasting myself on his tongue. Ben moans into my mouth as we kiss and he fucks me with his fingers. His movements aren’t rushed or rough, but he’s hitting just the right spot as his palm rubs against my clit.
The car smells like sex, and we can all hear how wet my pussy is in the car’s silence.
“I love hearing you come. I think about it all the fucking time,” he groans against my lips.
Ben doesn’t ever make demands, he always eagerly takes what I give him. It makes me want to reward him, to make him feel good, to know what a good job he’s doing.
“Yeah? You love being good for me, don’t you?” I ask him softly, my tongue licking into his mouth as the speed of his hand increases, his palm pressing harder against my clit.
I’m right there, so fucking close as the curl of his fingers changes, hitting that sweet soft spot that sends me over the edge.
He pulls away from the kiss, watching my face as I fall apart, my skull hitting the headrest as my thighs shake and squeeze against his hand. He doesn’t stop until I grab his wrist.
His eyes look more blue today as his wet hand trails against my thigh and I give him a nod. He knows exactly what I want as he puts his fingers back into his mouth, shamelessly licking up the mess I’ve made.
He leans forward, kissing my neck again as I run my fingers through his hair, catching my breath.
A throat clears and I look up front; Gavin’s turned around in the driver’s seat and points to my house.
“We’re here,” he says, and I can see the need and something else in his face.
He watches me and Ben with almost a look of confusion. Maybe trying to piece the version of me he gets along with the version Ben gets?
“Right,” I say, kissing the side of Ben’s face and whispering in his ear. “You did so good, baby. Did you like making me wet while your brother listened?”
He groans as he tucks away his still unbearably hard length, and it makes me want to relieve his ache, but that can wait till we’re inside my house.
“Soon,” I tell him, grabbing his chin and planting a kiss against his lips as I pet down my hair and make sure my dress is in order.
As I suspected, the rain’s stopped as I get out of the car.
