“I had a really nice time,” I said, trying to ignore the sudden need in my core when Frank moved his hand up my thigh.
“I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve taken a woman to see a movie.” Readjusting his seatbelt, Frank shifted to face me. Then his head neared mine, eyes sparkling, and his hand slipped to the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss. The assault of his lips was unexpected and raw. He didn’t tease or prepare me. He took what he wanted with aggression. I didn’t know whether he needed a distraction from what was happening in his head or he wanted me for the same reason I always wanted him—because we were recklessly addicted to each other. Whatever his motive was, though, I welcomed it and I gave in to him.
My foot on the brake shook and my entire body lit up. I clutched the steering wheel harder. Adrenaline filled the air, forcing out oxygen and the remains of our common sense.
We were surrounded by hundreds of hungry-for-gossip eyes.
In my peripheral, the green light flashed. Chest heaving, I broke the kiss unwillingly and hit the gas. The vehicle responded with a rumble and a jerk. It had taken me a while to truly understand the power and the beauty of this car and why Frank loved it so much.
Fingers still tangled in my hair, he rasped against my cheek, “My girl looks very sexy driving a Ferrari.”
I liked that he was never afraid to give up the lead, that he didn’t have to be in charge all the time. In sex or otherwise. We fit together perfectly.
Frank leaned back in his seat and returned his hand to my skirt. Pleasant chills rushed through me as his apt fingers stroked my skin.
We slowly pushed through the gridlock packing the Hollywood Freeway entrance. I wiggled and parted my legs when the car came to another stop. He caught on quick. His hand slid to my inner thigh and found the lace of my panties. The playful brush felt like almost too much. Even through fabric.
I reminded myself to breathe. My heartbeat was like a Slipknot song, savage and loud.
Frank turned to me and I felt his gaze burn my right cheek. My eyes stayed on the dark road, littered with lights, but my mind was elsewhere. In the land of dirty desires and naughty fantasies.
“Have you ever had an orgasm while driving a Ferrari, doll?” Frank asked, bringing his body closer to mine. His fingers rubbed my clit. My panties remained in place, but I was so wet and sensitive, I felt every movement.
“I don’t think I have.” Lust filled my voice.
“Looks like it’s an evening of firsts for the both of us.” He dragged his lips across my cheek and nibbled the tip of my ear. More chills raced down my spine. His skillful tongue caressed my earlobe and his hand continued to work on my sex. This was the most reckless drive of my entire life. My priority shifted. Was it an orgasm or was it getting us back to Malibu safe?
I was teetering on the edge of coming undone when we finally entered the freeway. The tremor of the car only amplified my need as every nerve spasmed.
Frank was panting. With a growl, he pushed my hair aside. His mouth drew a wet path down the hollow of my neck. He had the best lips a man could possibly have. Not too plump and not too thin, not always demanding and not always soft. Just the right amount of everything. A certain touch for each moment and for each feeling I needed to experience.
My every muscle was strained and my arms and legs felt like jelly.
“Frank?” I called, staring at the cars ahead of us.
“Mmm?” He kissed my shoulder as his fingers massaged the sensitive area between my legs.
“I need—”
A light pinch to my clit cut my words off. They stalled somewhere between my throat and lips, a lingering whisper on the tip of my tongue. My hips bucked.
“What do you need?”
“I need to get off the damn road so you can finger fuck me properly,” I moaned deliriously. My eyes struggled to stay open. My hands struggled to stay on the wheel. Sexual euphoria swept me under.
“Take the next exit,” Frank murmured, slipping his hand under the lace of my panties. The feel of his fingers against the rawness of my sex made me gasp. I was soaked, dripping against his palm. Shaking.
“Do you like when I do this?” He rubbed my clit, then his index finger parted me and nudged its way inside. Just a little bit. Enough to draw another moan from my lungs.
Dizzy from the subtle intrusion, I nodded. “Keep going.” My nipples ached for attention. My stomach quivered.
Frank pushed his in finger farther. “How about now?”
Want rolled through me. Heart thundering, I changed lanes. My body shivered from the overload of sensations his lips and hand unleashed.
The car headed for the ramp. We got off the freeway and drove down a dark road that weaved between the hills. I noted sparse properties hiding among the abundance of trees and the lack of lights. This neighborhood looked like the one Frank took me to during our second date, filthy rich and secluded.
Perfect for a quick round of sex.
He kept working me until we pulled into an empty lot at the top of the hill. The shimmer of the night city down below and the curve of the freeway peeked at us from behind the heavy branches. I shut off the lights, dropped the back of my seat, and spread my legs wider to give him access. The engine still hummed and music still played.
Frank lost his seatbelt and spun to face me. Two fingers dipped in. He pumped me fast, his intense gaze locked on mine. I writhed from the waves of pleasure shooting through my limbs. My dress was bunched up around my waist and my bra felt too small for my breasts.
“For someone who claims to be right handed, you’re very good,” I horsed out. My hips moved, looking to match the rhythm of his fingers. He met me halfway.
“Doll, just wait till I get both my hands back in action.” His deep voice meshed with my moans. “You won’t be able to walk.” A smirk passed his lips.
I laughed raggedly. “Oh, I’ve already seen what you can do with two hands. I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have in store.”
We were the definition of indecent. The seat underneath me was damp and sticky. The windows began to fog.
Frank curled his fingers inside me and stroked my clit with his thumb. The combination of pressure was just right. I shook. My climax was close. Waves of pleasure rushed in. Oh, yes, right there.
“Let me see you come, doll.” He watched me as his hand continued to work.
“I want to see you come too.”
“That’ll be two rounds for you.”
“I can handle two rounds.”
Frank twisted his fingers, eliciting my release. I came with a scream. Sweat coated my forehead. He dropped his face to mine, capturing my mouth in a slow, wet tongue-on-tongue kiss. His hand slipped from between my legs and cupped my ass.
I reached for his jeans. He was hard as a rock and begging to be taken care of.
“Let me help with that.” I smiled against his mouth and pushed myself up. “Lie back.”
“Oh, I love it when my girl is bossy,” he murmured, returning to his seat.
I pulled off my panties and crawled over to straddle him. He was beautiful and he felt like my own personal sex machine.
We kissed messily, as if we had a deadline to meet. He bit my tongue. It was just a nip, on the edge of rough but smothered with softness. I reciprocated and drew his lower lip between my teeth. Our mouths battled for control. His hand roamed my breasts.