And now I’m hard.
“Get inside,” I growl as she continues rubbing my dick through my wet jeans. “Now.”
The rain has slowed to a drizzle now and if I speed, I can have us to my house in under fifteen.
She quickly opens the passenger door and hops inside.
To my shock—and my cock’s delight—I find her undoing the buttons of her sweater when I come around and climb in.
As always, this girl is full of surprises.
I reach across the seat and squeeze one of her tits. “I want to fuck these again.”
Leaning her head against the seat, she whispers, “Put your mouth on them first.”
Hell, if doing something nice revs her up like this, I’ll become a goddamn saint.
Not wasting any time, I yank down her bra, drawing her nipple between my lips.
She starts to moan…then freezes. “Wait. Stop. I think someone’s watching us.”
Sure enough, when I shoot my gaze out the windshield, I notice some guy standing under the awning of his terrace, smoking a cigarette.
Staring right at us.
Sawyer shoves her tits back inside her sweater. “I can’t believe he—”
“Put your hands on the dashboard.”
“What? Why?”
I flick my tongue along the column of her throat. “Trust me.”
“What are—”
She gulps when I stick my hand under her skirt. Usually I hate these long ass things because of the way they hide her curves. However, it’s convenient as hell for what I’m about to do.
“He’s staring at you because you’re beautiful.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “And he wants you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please—”
Dipping my head, I nip and tease her nipple through her cardigan. “But he can’t have you…can he?”
Her eyes turn dark with lust and she shakes her head. “No.”
I brush my finger over the wet spot on her panties. “Why?”
She knows what I want to hear. What I need to hear.
She spreads her thighs ever so slightly. “Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” I tug her panties down her legs. “Is he still watching?”
She licks her lips. “He lit another cigarette.”
Of course, he did.
Unfortunately for him, our new position means he won’t be able to see anything…
Except the look on her face as I make her come.
“Don’t take your hands off the dashboard.” Slowly, I sink my finger inside her. “He doesn’t get to see what’s mine.”
I press my palm to her clit while I work her.
Her chest heaves, lifting those heavy tits high. “That feels so good.”
Due to the rain and it being mid-January, the windows are starting to fog. Which means I need to speed it up.
I want to teach this perverted fucker a lesson and let him know exactly who Sawyer belongs to.
She jerks in surprise when I add a second finger, clenching around me.
“Relax,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”
Those big brown eyes are so full of trust it tears me wide open.
I slow it down a little, letting her get used to the new sensation.
When her body is calm again, I drag my thumb over her clit and thrust a little faster. “Does this hurt?”
“No.” Her head lulls back. “Don’t stop.”
Edging forward, I press my lips to her throat and look out the window.
Fucker is on his third cigarette now.
She moans. “Go faster.”
I do.
My dick twitches as she clamps and spasms around me. Using the dashboard as leverage, she starts to ride my hand. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
A crease forms between her brows as her jaw drops. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Christ. I love it when my innocent Bible thumper loses control like this.
“Oh yeah?” I coax. “You gonna make me taste it.”
She shudders, gripping my fingers like a vise.
The man standing outside couldn’t be further from my mind as she comes all over my hand.
“Such a messy girl,” I rasp as she whimpers and squirms against the seat.
Sucking her release off my fingers, I peer out the window.
Looking irritated now, the man tosses his cigarette and goes back inside.
Sawyer laughs. “I guess he didn’t like the show.”
“Who cares.” I place her hand on the bulge in my jeans. “I did.”
Her lids lower. “We should probably do something about that, huh?”
I start to nod but grunt when she scrapes her fingernail up and down my zipper. “Can we go to the backseat? Just in case he comes out again.”
“Trust me. I don’t give a fuck if he sees my cock.”
She blushes, looking so timid and nervous no one would ever think I just finger fucked her while a stranger watched.
“I don’t want him to see my mouth on your cock.”
My brain temporarily goes on the fritz.
Ever since the Tommy talk that day, Sawyer hasn’t brought it up again. There was one time I was titty-fucking her in my bedroom, and she opened her mouth like she wanted a taste…but then…
Well, let’s just say that visual alone sped things along.
I’m in the backseat so fast my head spins.
Although that probably has more to do with the fact Sawyer’s about to suck me off.
My dick is downright throbbing as she drops to her knees in the backseat.
For all the crap I’ve talked about her driving an old ass minivan, I find myself grateful for the extra room.
That bashful expression is on her face again.
As much as I want this, it’s not half as fun if she doesn’t. “You don’t have to do—”
“Oh, no. I want to,” she says in a rush. “You have no idea how badly.”
My blood pressure rises…and then plummets south.
She pops open the button on my jeans and unzips me. “I was just…I really want…” Her voice trails off.
I raise my hips as she pulls my jeans down. “What?”
Her fingers toy with the waistband of my boxers. “I’ve never done this before, so I was kind of hoping you’d let me…take my time and explore you. This way I know what you like.”
My dick jerks and my heart races.
I suppress the urge to tell her she’d only have to put her mouth on it at this point and palm her cheek instead. “You can explore me and my dick all you want.”
She pulls down my boxers. “Will you let me know what you like? Things I can improve on?”
I’m so hard, my cock slaps against my stomach. “Sure thing.”
The fact that she cares so much about pleasing me is…hot as hell.
I bite my lip as she ties her hair back.
Inch by excruciating inch, she lowers her head.
I hold my breath as she wraps her hand around me and kisses my lower abs.
“You’re so sexy.”
Plenty of girls have said the same thing during a hookup, but she’s the only one I ever gave a fuck about.
It’s different when you care about someone…distinctive somehow.
It means more.
The first sweep of her tongue over my tip has me muttering a curse.