“Of course I can handle it.”
That’s my girl, always up for a challenge.
I adjust myself in the seat, turning more towards her before whispering in her ear.
“Perfect, then make sure you keep the car on the road when I make you cum on my fingers.” I bring my hand inside her pants, and even though the position is making it a little more difficult than yesterday, I’m a man on a mission.
I brush my fingers over her clit and find her already wet for me.
“Been imagining this baby?” I ask her before getting straight to work. I don’t want to push our luck, so my goal is to get her off as quickly as possible.
“I may have thought about those fingers of yours a time or three during the day.” She tells me, and I hum before pressing my finger inside her.
I love it when she takes ownership of the attraction between us. She clenches her thighs together when I add a second finger.
“Keep those legs spread, Jessica, or I won’t get you off,” I tell her sternly, and she immediately does as I say.
I start circling her clit with my thumb. She whimpers and grips the steering wheel harder.
“You’re such a good girl, keeping my car all in line while I explore my new favourite place.” She lets out a moan, and I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, finding the right rhythm based on the noises she’s making.
She bites her lips, and she grips me tightly, letting me know she’s getting closer to the edge.
“Come on, baby. Be a fucking good girl and let go. Let me see you come apart all over my fingers.” My girl really likes the dirty talk, which makes me even harder.
I press down harder on her clit, and she goes over the edge. When I’ve ridden out her orgasm, I withdraw my hand, licking off my fingers.
“You really like to do that, don’t you?” She asks me and watches me quickly out of the corner of her eye.
“What? Licking off the evidence of the pleasure I just gave you? Hell yes, I enjoy that very much.” She blushes at my answer.
“You want tocome to my place?” I ask her. I want nothing else, but I also don’t want to rush or push her too hard.
“I really want to, Luke, believe me. But honestly, I don’t think I’ll have the self-control not to rip your clothes off, and a part of me doesn’t want to rush things.”
Well, if that doesn’t boost a man’s ego, I don’t know what will.
“I totally understand, princess. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, so it’s safer to sleep in our own beds.” I reassure her, and she drives back to the track area.
When she parks my car, I get out, ready to give her a proper good night. She goes straight into my arms as I hug her tightly, pressing her against my car.
I waste no time pressing my lips to hers. Her arms go straight to my hair, and just to let her know what she’s doing to me, I press my body harder against hers, making sure she feels my hard length.
She shudders and kisses me harder, making me groan. When her hands start skimming under my shirt, dangerously close to the waistband of my boxer briefs, I grab a hold of her hands and break us apart.
“If you start down that road, princess, I won’t be able to not drag you along with me. So now you’re going to take your pretty assinside that trailer before I put you on the hood of my car.” I tell her, and she gives me one last lingering kiss before pulling away.
“This wait is going to be the death of me. Good night, Luke,” she says before slipping into the trailer.
I couldn’t agree more, but I also know that the wait will make it that much better.
Chapter 20
JESSICA
I’m watching the final seconds of qualifying, nervously biting my nails. Luke is currently in P7, but he’s doing his last push lap before the checkered flag waves.
“Come on Luke. Come on,” I mumble to myself. Peter is currently in P1, and if he takes pole position, he will be in an even stronger position to build his lead in the championship.
