He picks up the pace, thrusting in a relentless rhythm that has me building with shocking velocity. I can’t believe I ever thought he didn’t know what he was doing. My knees try to close, shying away from the pleasure rocketing in my core. I have no control over my body or the noises erupting from me. It’sterrifying.
‘I—’
‘Atta girl. You’re almost there.’
‘But... I...’
It’s too much. Too soon. Too good. Too—holy shit.
‘Come for me, baby,’he orders.His fingers whip out but the circles keep coming.
My body’s entirely submissive to him. I can’t resist any longer. So I let go. And?—
OH.
MY.
GOD.
Release courses through me. I scream as my body does things I didn’t think it was capable of. He keeps going, dragging my orgasm out. His fingers are back inside me, ruining me, devastating me.
And it happens again. And again. And again.
When there isn’t an ounce of pleasure left in me and it physically hurts to come, I slump against him. He gently brings it to a close and wraps both arms around me.
What the hell just happened?
I’m a trembling wreck.
I’ve never orgasmed with someone else in the room – is this what normally happens? What even came out of me? Was it bad?
WasIbad?
Did I embarrass myself? He’s going to think I’m crazy. Or inexperienced. That’s worse.
‘Well that was amazing,’ he says, lips finding my head.
My laugh doesn’t sound like me, it’s shaky and winded and an octave too low. I shrug him off and skitter out the car wearing only a top.
‘Take your time,’ he urges, getting out too. His arms shoot out to catch me when my legs give way. ‘Slow, Minnie.’
I feel like a baby foal, wobbling on unfamiliar limbs. The fresh air’s helping. I press a hand to my head. The dizziness is wearing off. My sex is throbbing something fierce – but in a good way. I think. I’ve got nothing to compare it to so it’s hard to tell. It feels happy though, if that’s possible. Deep breaths, Minnie.
The hills in the distance steady as Jack collects my clothes. I feel infinitely less like falling over by the time he hands them to me. Instead of putting them on, I point him to the seat, which – looking at it now – is soaked and very probably stained. And the dizziness is back.
‘Your turn,’ I croak.
He nods towards the car. ‘Not this time. In you get.’
What’s wrong with him? I’ve never been with a man who didn’tat leastwant it fifty/fifty. Most are happy to miss my go, which usually suits me fine because they’ve never done anything remotely close tothat. ‘It’s your turn,’ I press.
Amusement dances in his eyes. ‘Get in.’
I do as he says because apparently I have no mind of my own anymore. ‘But?—’
He leans down to be on my level. ‘Roberts, a man doesn’t fuck a girl like you in a car.’ And with that he shuts me in.
Chapter 16
