Clenching my thighs, I grip the edge of my seat, my head falling back because between the toy deep inside of me and the vibrations of the engine, it’s almost too much.
“Relax baby. No more teasing, I promise,” Brookes assures me, his big hand grabbing my thigh. “And these windows are so tinted, no one can see in here. You can be as loud as you want to be,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my sensitive skin,only adding to the overwhelming sensations. “The louder the fucking better.”
“Oh, God…” I cry out, my body writhing in my seat.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Brookes utters, his hand inching higher and higher up my thigh.
I open my legs enough and he continues north, sucking in a gasp of his own when he meets my center.
“Shit, Pops.” He groans. “Did you come, baby?”
“I… I don’t think so.” I shake my head. “I don’t know. Maybe… oh, shit,” I moan, grabbing onto the headrest to brace myself, the tension low in my belly almost too much.
“My beautiful, messy girl,” Brookes rasps, pressing his expert fingers over the soaked material of my under-shorties and panties, right up against my swollen, throbbing clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure and rubbing me just right.
The way the toy sits against the spot inside I didn’t know existed, combined with Brookes circling my clit, I’m so damn close already. I grab my breast, palming myself through my dress, tugging at one aching nipple and then the other, needing more, needing everything all at once.
“You gonna be my good girl and fucking come for me?” Brookes gruffs.
I force my legs open as far as the car will allow, wanting all that I can get, and holding onto his wrist, I practically hump his hand as he continues rubbing me. I’m like a depraved woman, crazy with need.
“That’s it, baby,” Brookes whispers, startling me when he starts to slap my core, sending a flame through me. “Come.”
And I do. I come on command. So damn hard, exploding from the inside, my thighs clamping around Brookes’ wrist. My entire body convulses against my seatbelt as wave after relentless wave tears through me, the vibrator thrumming incessantly, wringing me dry, my scream ricocheting throughout the car as I all but pass out. When the vibrations finally subside, I’m aboneless, depleted mess, gasping for breath as continuous aftershocks tremor through me.
“Wow…”
I turn my head, my hazy eyes finding Brookes looking at me, entranced.
And all I can do is laugh, half ashamed, half proud becausewowis right. What was that? I feel like I just had some sort of out-of-body experience.
Pushing the wisps of hair that have fallen out of my ponytail from my face, I puff air from my cheeks and stretch out, basking in the warmth as it continues rolling through every limb.
“I’m such a mess…” I say after a few silent beats. Looking down at myself, I wince, glancing cautiously at Brookes. “I hope I didn’t ruin the leather?”
“Baby, you can ruin whatever the fuck you want with your cum.” He meets my eyes, and his gaze darkens, his hand squeezing my still twitching thigh.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling so damn hard, and closing my eyes, I relax back again, sinking into the leather, allowing my body to come down from its debilitating high.
“Fuck’s sake.”
I startle, my eyes flying open to see that we’re pulling into Brookes’ driveway. Did I fall asleep? Looking around, I turn to Brookes to find his jaw locked tight, the grip he has on the steering wheel white-knuckled and death-like.
“What’s wrong?”
He juts his chin up ahead, and I crane my neck to see around the trees, making out Cam’s Lamborghini and Blake’s Porsche parked in front of the house. I turn back to Brookes, my brows knitting together. “You didn’t know they were coming?”
He scoffs, gaping at me incredulously. “Does this look like the face of a dude who was expecting company?”
I shrug a shoulder.
“I had every intention of taking you upstairs to my bedroom,stripping off that silly little dress that’s been trying to pick a fight with my self-control all day, and—” He snaps his mouth shut, dragging a hand down his face with a groan.
I ignore the way my belly clenches from his words. “Do they… just let themselves into your house when you’re not here?”
“Yep…” Brookes releases a heavy, resigned sigh and then he looks at me, his face softening a touch. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, dismissing his apology. “You have nothing to be sorry about. But—” I grimace thinking of my words. “I do have a…situation… I need to deal with, like, immediately.” I cast a pointed glance down toward my crotch. “So, I’m going to excuse myself to the shower straight away.”
