“That’s it, sweetheart. Give in to the sensations.”
Letting in all the surges of fear and joy, I work to come while speeding down a road. When we practically fly down a hill, I’m lifted by the force and by my orgasm. Hitting the bottom, I tap into ascream that is adrenaline meeting satisfaction. I don’t stop crying out until he starts to slow down.
Removing his hand he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. The image of my wetness sliding against his lips has me ready to go again.
“I thought you were a reformed bad boy,” I say, pushing my braids out of my face.
“I never said that. I just said I don’t race.”
I cackle while wiping the sweat off my neck and sinking into my seat. Now that it’s said and done, a tiredness overtakes me.
“Well, that was one hell of a ride,’ I say,
“You should try it on my lap.”
I slap his arm, and he brings my fingers to his mouth. Giving them a gentle peck, he puts them on his lap.
We return to the silence we had before, only this one peppered with our heavy breathing. I don’t calm down until we’re back at the garage.
“Thank you,” I say really meaning it.
This is the first time in a long time that I have felt something other than worry. For an hour, I was my old self, completely unbidden by my struggles.
“No, thank you.” He closes the door for me and leads me back to the front.
I can see in his eyes that he wants to ask me to stay, and I battle with wishing that he does.
Respecting the fact that we want different things, I feel like I have led him on enough.
“Next time, let’s just get coffee or something,” I say.
“Only if it’s a date.”
I shake my head, but he looks unbothered by another rejection. I wave to him, knowing that I’m going home to masturbate to the look in his eye as he watched me come on his hand.
Chapter 12
Today’stheday.
I feel like everyone I know has come with me to the hospital. Even if that’s not actually true, the fact that Errol flew in to be by Farrah’s side makes it seem like it is.
I know they think being here is bringing comfort to me, but it’s honestly the type of attention I don’t like. I just want to walk in by myself and call a cab after. If I honestly see one more person cry, I’m going to scream.
“How are you feeling?” Farrah comes to stand next to me while we wait to be admitted into a room.
“Stop asking me that.”
“Okay, fair. What do you want to order when you get out of surgery?”
“Mmm, hot wings and garlic bread. Or maybe a big ass bag of hot Cheetos. Both with some New York cheesecake.”
“Done,” she says, squeezing my shoulder.
The promise of good food is the first thing to perk me up today. She knows just what to say to make me smile.
“Monty Pierce?” The nurse calls out.
I raise my hand like I’m in school and then lower it, embarrassed. Walking in her direction, everyone trails me. Charlie and my dad both make it clear that they’re coming with me, making the nurse stop short.
