“Naughty little girl, aren’t you?” I spread her legs even wider. “Are you wet between the legs, darlin’?”
She groans as I swipe my thumb along her inner thighs.
“These sweet thighs of yours, fucking hell…”
“Mac,” she says, her voice choked with emotion or arousal or both.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“You’re… oh, God, you turn me on so easily. Everything about you. Your voice, your hands, the words you say, even that throaty chuckle of yours.” She shakes her head and moves her hips to press herself up more firmly against my fingers and groans. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
I haven’t given voice to these thoughts either, but I have to admit… I feel the same.
“Aye, lass,” I say, stroking my finger along the edge of her panties. “I feel the very same.”
Wordlessly, I follow her cues, increasing the tempo of my strokes while I focus on the road.
“I have to drive, Bryn. You follow my instructions.”
I remove my hand and grip the wheel as we go up a steep incline that takes us home.
“Close your eyes and stroke yourself. Pretend it’s me.”
She spreads her legs and her fingers immediately go to her sex. I could crash the fucking car, she’s that sexy, her jaw dropping as she finds her sweet spot.
“That’s it, darlin’. That’s a girl. Stroke that pretty pussy of yours. Imagine it’s me, love, imagine that’s my tongue between your legs.”
“Oh, God.” Her head lolls to the side and her shoulders droop, but her fingers move faster and faster.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fucking yes, I’m so wet. So ready to come again. Just the thought of you… of me…”
“Be quiet, now.” I’m taking control. I need to remind her that I'm the one in charge. I'm the one that calls the shots. That's the way I like it, and the way she does too. "No more talking, lass.”
She nods and continues to stroke, her breathing growing faster and faster.
“That’s a girl, keep it up. Finger that sweet cunt of yours. I want you dying to have my cock again, slick and ready, do you understand me?”
I grip her thigh as we go up the steep incline.
“Aye. Yes, sir,” she whispers, stroking harder and faster again and again, until she throws her head back.
“Ask for permission,” I grate out. “Don’t you fucking dare to come without permission.”
The heat between usignites.
I’m no virgin, but I’ve never been with a woman like her. I love the way she leans into this, all of this, the way she comes with abandon and begs for my lead, the way my dominance turns her on and leaves her panting for more. There are so many things I could do with her. So many fucking things.
A part of me’s grateful for this, because we’ll use how much we’re into each other as a source of distraction. For both of us. I’ll distract her so she doesn’t suspect my real purpose, my real motive. I’ll distract me so I don’t fail in my duty to my family.
“Now keep your eyes closed, lass,” I say, just as she’s on the verge of coming. Here’s where we go from the road to the secret passage that brings me to my family’s home. If I keep her on the cusp of coming, she’ll be completely deterred from spying.
I grab her wrist and pinch it, holding it in my tight grip to stop her from climaxing.
“May I, Mac? Oh my God, please may I come?” She squirms on the seat beside me, her eyes tightly closed, as I navigate beneath a canopy of branches that cover the road. I gentle my voice so it’s deep and soothing, a verbal caress I hope she feels straight to her core.
“Soon, darlin’. Hold that thought. Hold your breath. Think of my tongue between your legs.” I squeeze her thigh and press my thumb toward her pussy. She whimpers and squirms, and when I pull through the final turn that takes us to the road to the lodge, I finally grant her permission.
“Spread them.” I give her thigh a sharp swat that makes her gasp as she opens her legs wide. I stroke my fingers over her knickers, then move the damp fabric aside. “Now, love.Come.”
