“Thanks for the ride,” I finally mumbled.
“No problem, sweetie. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out on the road by yourself at this hour.” He watched me from the corner of his eye, sharp blue irises raking over me. “You live nearby?”
“Yeah, just a couple miles back.”
“Why didn’t you call your parents?”
“I’m in a rush, and there wasn’t enough time. My dad works in the next town, and he never would’ve made it in time—” I cut myself off, cursing my loose tongue. Why the hell was I giving this stranger my whole life story?
“No mom?”
I shook my head.
His grin widened, and another prickle of unease sent a wave of goosebumps rippling over my bare arms. I’d been so sweaty a second ago, and now the frosty air conditioning made every hair on my body stand on end.
And my nipples.
His eyes zeroed in on my chest. A wicked grin curled his lips, and I crossed my arms over my low-cut tank top. His hand slipped off the wheel to rest on the door, and a second later my window slid closed. “Don’t want to let the A/C out. It’s hot as hell out there.”
I nodded.
The next exit loomed closer. Just one more and I was home free. I glanced over at the speedometer, and we were practically crawling. “Um, I’m kind of late, like I said. Any way you could speed it up a little?”
He turned to me, jaw clenched tight. “You should learn to be more respectful, little girl. I offered you a ride; you should really be thanking me.” He reached across the console, and his thick fingers closed around my thigh.
A sharp exhale squeezed through my clenched teeth. I froze. His hand slid farther up my leg, disappearing beneath my frayed denim skirt. I wanted to scream. I knew I should. But I couldn’t move.
Instead, my panicked gaze darted to his lap and the tented crotch of his dark slacks. Nausea roiled in my gut as his fingers moved closer to my panties.
“Has anyone ever touched you there, little girl?” His breath was rough and ragged.
All the air siphoned from my lungs, and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. “Don’t,” I finally muttered.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it?” he purred, nostrils flaring. “I can practically smell your excitement. So innocent and perfect, so tight.”
I squirmed. My body was too hot and icy all at the same instant.
“You know what that means, right? That I’m turning you on. That you want this...”
“I don’t,” I hissed. I felt completely violated, but my body reacted all the same. The asshole wasn’t wrong. No one had ever touched me there before.
“You’re just a little whore who was standing on the side of the road hoping for a rich daddy to come fuck you.”
“No...” I rasped out.
The car was barely moving now. The deserted road inched by with each ragged breath I forced through my lungs.
“Do you want your ride or not? Nothing is free in this world; the sooner you learn that, the better.” With his one hand still on the wheel, he pulled the other from beneath my skirt and reached for mine, placing it on his lap. I could feel him hard against my palm. “Touch it,” he hissed.
A tangle of rage and embarrassment throttled my insides. I wanted to scream, to cry—but instead, my fingers closed around him over his pants, and nausea made my gut clench.
“Now come on, stroke it. Up and down.” He closed his hand over mine and forced it into a steady rhythm. “That’s right, like a good little whore.” I squeezed my eyes closed as hot tears blurred my vision. By the time I opened them, he’d set the car to cruise control and the damned thing was driving itself. His other palmclosed over the apex of my thighs, and a wave of panic crashed over me.
“I was right. Wet,” he groaned. His hips rocked up as I stroked. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Shit, what was wrong with me? A tear spilled over, then another. “No,” I gritted out. My fingers tightened around his dick as the panic morphed into fury.
“Liar.” He released my hand to squeeze my cheeks, forcing my jaw open. “After you suck my cock, I’ll pop your cherry, and it’ll be my face you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
