“There you go,” he murmurs. “Leave it right on your clit for a sec, baby.” I do, and my hips move instinctively with the vibration.
“Still.”
His words aren’t a suggestion, but a command, and my body listens before my brain can even interpret the word.
“Good,” he says, and my breathing quickens with the praise. “Leave it there.”
The buzzing stays the same, but the pleasure rises, slowly and surely.
“Zander—”
“It feel good?” I don’t answer as he drives, but when I look over, his jaw is tight. “Bet your pussy’s already soaked, isn’t it?”
Again, I’m silent, the vibrations taking away any use of my words.
“Go check.” I pause. “Both hands in your sweats, vibe on your clit, finger in your pussy. Tell me how wet it is.”
I should say no.
I should argue.
I should definitely not finger myself in a moving vehicle.
But safe Zoe seems to have taken a vacation, too.
And she’s nowhere to be found when both of my hands dip past the loose waistband of my sweatpants, one finger headed straight for my center, the vibrator landing on my clit.
I moan.
I moan deep as I feel my wet, as the vibrator hits where I need it most, as pleasure takes over me.
“Tell me, pip.”
“I’m so wet, Zander,” I say in a whisper, my eyes drifting shut.
“Two fingers in, fuck yourself,” he says, and when I open my eyes halfway to look at him, I see that his jaw is even tighter, his eyes locked on the road.
I do as he asks.
I slip two fingers in my wet and move them in, then out, and then in again, slowly using the other hand to circle my clit.
My head thrashes on the headrest, probably creating a rat's nest in my hair, but I don’t care.
Oh fuck, it feels so good.
“Fuck yeah,” he says through gritted teeth, making me realize I said that aloud.
In the car.
In broad daylight.
While Zander Davidson drives.
“Fuck, fuck,” I say as the edge comes, as I feel the blaze start to grow.
“No,” he says, then before I can register what’s happening, his hand is moving mine aside.
The vibrator is being turned off.
And his hand is replacing mine.
When I look over, his eyes are still on the road.
But his fingers are now inside of me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit.
“Oh, god, fuck,” I murmur.
“That’s it, Zoe.”
“Oh, fuck.”
His palm moves with the way two thick fingers are fucking me, the pleasure building wilder than before.
“You gonna come on my fingers, Zoe?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s it, pip. Be a good girl and come for me.”
And that does it.
I’m not sure if it’s the words or the way his fingers crook or the way the heel of his palm presses hard on my clit, but I moan his name, coming in a never-ending stream of explosions and lights behind my eyes.
His hand stays there, fingers planted as I come down from my high, and when my eyes start to open, to register the real world once more, I look over at him.
He’s breathing heavy.
The knuckles of his hand on the wheel are nearly white.
His jaw is so tight, I worry about his teeth.
And most importantly, in the baggy shorts he’s wearing, his cock is hard.
He sees me looking and smiles, shaking his head.
My own hand, still wet with myself, moves to his wrist, and I tug until it drags from my pants, and then I do something I never thought I’d ever do.
It’s not me who does it, not safe, quiet Zoe who worries about what people think.
But instead, Zander’s Zoe takes hold of me, and I move his wet fingers into my mouth, licking them clean as I keep my eyes locked on him.
“Fuck,” he says low before taking his hand back and moving it to the wheel.
Suddenly, the car jerks, moving down a ranger trail and behind some trees.
“Back seat.” The car stops, parking in a spot where it could probably be seen from the road but still hidden enough for . . .
“What?”
“Get in the back seat, Zoe, and take those sweats off.”
“I don’t—”
He leans forward, wrapping a hand around my neck in a way that sends a shiver down my spine and pulling my face closer to him.
“Get in the back seat. Take off your sweatpants and your panties. I’m coming back there, I’m gonna get my cock out, and you’re going to ride it.” My mouth opens just a bit, and he smiles as it does, moving his hand up, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “She likes that,” he murmurs to himself.
I do.
I like that a lot.
Even though I just came, I’m empty, the edge barely taken off.
So, I smile, hand fumbling for the door and moving until I’m in the back, naked from my waist down.
Zander opens the driver’s side, pushes the chair back, and hops into the back next to me, slamming the door as he does before he starts to move, tugging his shorts and boxers down just enough for his cock to bob out.
I stare at it, marveling at the precum already there.
“Come on, baby, get on,” he says with a smile.
But I have other plans.
It’s only fair after what I just got.
Instead, I move to where he’s sitting, kneeling in the small area between his legs with the front seat still pushed all the way forward, and wrap my hands around his cock.
“Zoe—” he says, a warning in his words, but they cut off when I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside and over the head of his cock. “Jesus fuck.” I smile, jacking him once, twice, keeping my eyes locked on his.
And then I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
The feral noise that comes from his chest has my pussy clenching as if it didn’t just get its own orgasm.
“She fuckin’ loves this, sucking my cock,” he murmurs to himself, and I moan around him. I watch as Zander’s jaw drops just a hair, shallow breaths coming through his lips as he stares at me with surprise.
I think surprising Zander is my new favorite pastime.
So I do it again as I move my head down farther, working him in and then out until my lips touch the base
“That’s it, take me all the way down your throat, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this, aren’t you? Look how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.” His hands grab my hair, holding it back, my eyes drifting shut with unexpected pleasure. His hand tugs though, forcing them back open.
“No. Keep those pretty blue eyes open, baby. Keep them on me while you suck my cock.” My eyes snap to his, half-lidded with lust, one hand in my hair, the other in a fist, gripping the edge of my seat.
“Look at you. Goddamn.” I start to bob more, moaning as I do, the orgasm from earlier washing away as need rolls back in.
I need to sate it.
My hand drifts down past my belly until my fingers brush my still-sensitive clit. I moan around his cock, but my eyes stay locked on Zander’s as I continue to circle it.
“Are you playing with your pretty clit while you suck me, Zoe?” I do my best to nod. “Dream woman. Fuck.” His cock throbs in my mouth against my tongue as I move farther, letting him hit the back of my throat. “Put a finger in, baby.”