“Be a good girl or there’s more where that came from.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” I say and he visibly bites his tongue before walking around the front of the truck to his side.
“Not a bad thing Laney, but imagine riding 115 miles on your bike tomorrow with a sore ass.”
“Good point. Maybe you can create a spank bank and I can cash in later.” I keep my tone as flat and matter of fact as possible until I can’t. I crack at my joke and sputter out a laugh.
“What am I going to do with you?” He laments.
“I have a few ideas.” I giggle again.
“You’re high on sugar.” He laughs too. “I knew that candy was a bad idea.”
“Nooo, it was so yummy. I’ll behave.” I squeeze my legs together and sit up straight.
“Well, that is the opposite of what I want.” Miguel says as he merges into traffic from the parking lot.
“What do you want then?”
“I want a head start on our night.” He says as his hand slides up the inside of my thighs. I let them fall open for him. “Fuck Princess, you’re wet already.”
“I can’t help it, Coach, you’re an incredibly sexy man.” I let my fingers trace circles up his arm until I can comb them through his hair, dragging my nails against his head.
“All I want is to make you feel good.” He admits and I feel my arousal surge.
“You do, you do make me feel so good. Here, everywhere.” And I realize just how much I’ve come to rely on Miguel and his support. His encouragement, his planning. This is more than mind numbing sex. We share an incredible connection and I don’t know how I can live without it.
“Here?” He asks as his finger traces along my opening.
“Yes.” I whisper as my heart hammers in my chest.
“If I get you off in the car now will you be ready to go again in the room?”
“Yes.” Without a doubt.
“Good girl.” He curls two fingers inside me and pumps twice before pulling out and adding another. I press my clit along the heel of his hand as he works me and I white knuckle the “Oh Shit” handle above the window in my attempt not to float away.
We pull up to a stoplight and Miguel takes the opportunity to lean over and kiss me, while I’m still impaled on his fingers. I feel my insides contract and he smiles against my lips.
“There already, Princess?” He asks as he pulls away.
“Yes Miguel, shit, your hands fucking wreck me.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he starts to pull his hand out.
“No, no, wait, don’t stop.”
“Patience Laney. I’ll take care of you.”
My clit is throbbing as Miguel brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them inside.
He drives another block before his hand finds its way between my thighs again and rubs along my seam to my clit. I open my legs as wide as the seat will let me and slump down in order to give him as much access as possible.
My nipples are rock hard as they grate against the stiff denim jacket and the lace of the dress. I reach up to grip them hard into my palm for some relief.
“Ah, ah, ah Laney, no touching.” He’d wag a finger in my face if it wasn’t buried in my pussy.
“Miguel, please.” I beg. Drawing out my plea.
