“My fingers?”
“Definitely not.”
I glance at her, smirking, “So, my mouth then?”
“N-no,” she stutters, turning crimson.
“You’re a bad liar.” I have to suppress a groan when her arousal permeates the air. The scent drags into my lungs with each passing second, making it difficult to drive.
Reaching over the console, I grab her hand and shove it under her dress. “Play with your pussy and make yourself come.”
If I do it, we’ll never make it home.
She desperately needs to take the edge off.
“I am not masturbating in your car!” she yelps.
“It wasn’t a request.” My tone is dark and commanding. The kind that turns her putty in my hands. “Show me what a good girl you are for me, angel. You haven’t forgotten my rule, have you?”
Blush creeps up her neck to her cheeks. “I haven’t,” she admits low.
“Tell me what it is.”
“You own my orgasms.”
“It means it’s been weeks since I made you come. That just won’t do.” Squeezing her wrist, I order, “Touch yourself until you’re dripping all over my leather seat. I want to breathe in your scent even when you’re not here.”
Drifting my hand to her knee, I spread her legs and urge, “Do it.”
“I haven’t done this with someone watching,” she shyly confesses.
“I’m driving.”
“Or listening.”
“Good.” I smile, staring ahead at the road. “Because I’m going to be the first, the last, and the only man you’ll ever masturbate for.”
“We’ll see.”
I chuckle, loving her fiery and bratty attitude far too much. It rapidly dies when I see her hand disappear under her skirt and her back arch a nanosecond later.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise thickly. “Show me how wet I make you.”
“Didn’t you say you’ll only listen?”
“Ari!”
“So demanding,” she sweetly taunts, then raises her glistening fingers in front of my face. “Wet enough for you?”
Grasping her wrist, I take her fingers into my mouth and lick her juices off them.
“Nathan,” she moans.
I place her hand back on her lap. “Keep going.”
Clutching the back of the seat with her free hand, she eagerly rubs and teases her pussy. Hips swiveling on the seat, she whimpers in pleasure.
Christ! I hate not being able to give her my full attention and enjoy the show she’s putting on for me. When there’s no other car but mine on the highway, I turn to her.
