He reached over and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. “God, I wish you’d worn a skirt. I want to feel your pussy right now so fucking badly.”
“I’m wet, just like I was in the shower.” My voice was breathy and soft. His dick was hot and hard in my hand. “I told myself I didn’t have time to fool around, but I couldn’t stop.”
“Fucking hell.” Leaning toward me slightly, he undid the button and zipper on my jeans. “I don’t care who sees. I have to touch you.”
Under ordinary circumstances, I’d probably have zipped up my pants and crossed my legs. I was somewhat daring in bed, but public sex was not my thing. But fuck—it was my birthday.
And Levi was no ordinary man.
Plus, we sat up sort of high in the SUV, the windows were slightly tinted, and this stretch of highway wasn’t that crowded at two thirty in the afternoon. So instead of demurring, I slid them down a little, surprising myself—and shocking the hell out of Levi.
“Oh God. Oh Jesus.” He moaned as he slipped his fingers between my legs and found me warm and wet, exactly like I’d said. “Keep talking.”
I put my hand down his jeans again. “I started to fantasize that my fingers were the tip of your cock, and you wanted to get me off just like that—rubbing the tip against me.”
As I talked, he used his fingertips on me like I’d done in the shower, probably not with as much artistry as he’d have liked but with my jeans only at my knees and his hand at an angle, he didn’t have a lot of room for finesse. Then there was the whole driving on the highway thing.
Still.
I felt the orgasm building and tried to move my hips to give him better access. If there was any lingering trepidation about being on the road, it vanished with the climb. “I kept saying no, you should stop, I’ll be late for work, but you just kept rubbing me harder and faster. You told me you wouldn’t stop until I came, and that even if you had to keep me there in the shower all day, you wouldn’t care.”
“Fuck no, I wouldn’t.”
“And it was so good, so good…” It was so good I couldn’t even talk anymore. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed, my breath coming in sharp, quick pants, my hips thrusting against his fingers. “Levi, yes, yes, yes…”
I moaned hard as my clit throbbed against his fingers, completely oblivious to our surroundings. When I finally opened my eyes and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from touching my sensitive nerves, I gasped. “Oh, God. We’re in the car.”
“Yes, we are. And that was the best fucking thing that’s ever happened in my car. Ever.”
I looked around and didn’t see any gawkers or hear any sirens, so I figured we were good…and I could keep going. Taking my hand off him only long enough to pull up my jeans, I angled my body toward his and resumed talking.
“Want to hear about the second time?”
“Uh. Yeah.” He flexed both hands on the wheel. “But I’m so fucking hard right now, I’m afraid of coming all over my clothes. So you have to be gentle.”
I smiled. “Didn’t you pack other clothes?”
“Not another dress shirt.”
“I won’t mind if you wear the same thing twice,” I whispered, sliding my hand up and down his hot, thick shaft. “And I won’t tell anyone why.”
He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second and shook his head. “Jesus Christ. OK, you can talk, but I am not allowed to come.”
“If you say so,” I said, starting with light, sweeping strokes that made him groan. A few beads of liquid desire wet my fingertips.
“Fuck, fuck. What are you doing to me?”
“I’ll tell you exactly.” Tucking one leg beneath myself, I gave him some slow, steady pulls. “The second time I got myself off this week, I was in bed. And I was thinking about being on top of you. How hard you were. I could feel it between my legs, and I wanted it inside me.” I circled the tip of his dick with my thumb and fingers and dragged my hand down gradually. “I slid down your cock nice and easy, just like that. You had me so wet. I was aching for you to fill me.”
Levi’s jaw was clenched tight. “I can see you,” he said with quiet intensity. “So fucking hot.”
“I took you in so deep it hurt—it always hurts a little—but I love it. I love the way my body hugs yours so tight, every inch of you.” Squeezing a little tighter, I moved my hand up and down his shaft, wishing I could get my mouth on him too. Actually, I wished I could straddle him and finish what we’d started that night, but I didn’t think that would be too safe in a moving car on US-131. The hand job would have to do.
For now, anyway.
“And I missed you there so much I had to get my vibrator out.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhm. I was nice and wet just from thinking about you, so I put it inside me and pretended it was you.”
“Wait, wait. Did you ride it like you rode me? I need the whole picture.”
I smiled. He was such a man, wanting the complete visual. “I did. It was a little tricky, but I got on my knees and put it between my legs, then I lowered myself onto it like I did when you were there. Right in the middle of my bed.”
“Did it feel good?” he asked between pants.
“It wasn’t even close to the real thing, but yes, it did.” I picked up the pace and pressure with my hand. “I remembered the way you felt as I slid up and down your cock, so hot and hard and wet with my pussy.”