Her eyes darken, her neck moving as she swallows. ‘You cheated,’ she whispers. And I love the way she looks at me, like she doesn’t know whether she wants to kill me or fuck me. ‘That’s not fair.’
‘Life rarely is.’ The words sound rough because life is rough, and because my need is fierce. I ghost my fingers up the length of my cock, taking it into my hand and beginning to stroke it slowly. ‘Now. Take. Your. Knickers.Off.’
Looking now resolutely ahead, Sadie slips her fingers under the waist of her dress, and lifting her bottom, she slides the scrap of pink down her legs. They tangle at her feet, though she manages to slip them off. She places them primly on her lap, pulling her dress down.
‘No, sweetheart.’ I place my hand on her thigh. ‘Open your thighs.’
Her hands fall from straightening, her groan of embarrassment taking on a note of carnality as I curl my fingers around her knee, spreading her apart.
‘You’re soaked, aren’t you?’
‘It’s been raining,’ she taunts. ‘Haven’t you noticed?’
‘Only a little.’ I hiss as I squeeze the head of my cock, rubbing my fingers through the pearly bead at the tip. ‘Only enough to want to lick the rain from your skin.’
‘You shouldn’t say things like that,’ she whispers, watching me touch myself.
‘I thought you preferred the truth.’
‘I do,’ she groans as I lift my hand to the wheel. Safety first, and we’re coming to a sharp turn.
‘I can see you want me. Want to feel me inside you. Have you ever had an uncut cock in your mouth, Sadie?’ My gaze slides briefly over, but she’s not looking at me.At least, not at my face. ‘I can smell how wet you are. Taste your need and arousal in the air.’
‘Please, Will.’
‘You’re as sexy as all fuck when you come. Did you know that? Those sweet little mewls and curses you mutter. And let me tell you, your cunt tastes like heaven. I’m going to visit that sweetness again, just as soon as I can get you home. How’s that for the truth? How does that suit you, plum?’ But I’m not done. ‘Let me tell you, if it wasn’t daytime, I’d pull over and shove my fingers inside you so hard, you’d feel like they were coming out of your throat. I’d bury my face between your legs and lick you from clit to tailbone. And then when I finished, and you were melted the fuck all over the leather seats, I’d rub your wetness all over my face and wear your scent like fucking cologne.’
Her next breath is more sigh than anything else, and she arches her body as though seeking relief. I lower my hand again, fisting it tight, praying to all that is holy that I can maintain an ounce of restraint.
‘Touch yourself.’ The command sounds hoarse in the tight confines of the car. ‘Lift your dress so I can watch as you get yourself off.’
She glances at the windows—the side, then the front—weighing up the glass tint as a means for privacy as unease flickers across her face.
‘No one will see but me. The windows are tinted, and it’s dark outside. Wet. Just like you are.’ Her eyes flick to the fist I have wrapped around my dick. ‘Show me how you like to touch yourself.’
That she’d think about it is a kick; that she watches me as I slowly fuck my fist is like a jolt of electricity. But whether she’ll join in remains to be seen.
As I pull up to a red light, her body stiffens, and she moves as though to pull her dress down. But then, in a fit of daring, she slides the seat back.
Hiking her dress higher, she places one foot on the edge of the door pocket, letting her other knee fall to the side. One more look in my direction, and her eyes flutter close before she turns her head, slipping one finger between her legs.
The sight of her pink painted fingertip between her darker pussy lips has my cock leaking in my fist. At the first swipe of her clit, her lips part, exhaling a short vowel sound.
I blow out a curse as the light turns green. Pulling away, I keep one eye on the road and the other between her legs.
‘Fuck, Sadie. I can hear how wet you are.’ My cock throbs so badly as I squeeze it in my fist; the only sense of relief I’ll allow myself right now.Anything else will cause an accident. And you can take that either way.
I’ve seen some sights in my life and taken part in some scenes of depravity, but never before have I watched something as hot as Sadie strumming the slickness between her legs.
‘Oh, God,’ she gasps, her back arching from the back rest as her fingers work harder, faster, her eyes opened now but unfocussed, all her concentration centred between her legs.
With one final cry, the absolute intensity fills the car—the scent of her arousal. Her cries. Her absolute pleasure that I can almost taste in the air. All this, and I can’t touch her. And that thought drives me fucking wild.
And not a moment too soon, we pull up to the ornate parking gate.
I don’t think I’ve ever parked so rapidly in my life, and as I switch the engine off, the snap of her belt catches me by surprise. Lurching forward, Sadie’s fingers find my chest, the hot points of them searing my skin through my shirt.
‘I can’t believe I did that,’ she whispers, her lips ghosting over mine. ‘You make me so bad.’
