Chapter 22
Wild
“ T hat the last of it?” I ask, tossing the jacket into the back seat.
“Yup. All set,” Indie responds, opening her door and climbing into the SUV.
We took a long nap yesterday afternoon and then went back to the diner across the street for dinner. Because I sensed that she still wasn’t feeling a hundred percent from the sickness, I didn’t try anything else with her last night.
This morning, I woke up with her nestled in my arms, her steady breaths on my chest. I wanted so badly to wake her up and kiss every inch of her, but instead, I settled on watching and listening to her sleep. She looked so peaceful as her eyes fluttered beneath her lids, her lips parting every so often with an exhale. I wondered if it was me she was dreaming about again. If not, I was curious if I whispered against her ear, if maybe she would.
I can see the fire is back in her feisty eyes today, though. A part of me is sad to know that this side of Indie that wants me around and lets me touch her will be gone when we get back to Twin Pines. I know she wants this “thing” between us to end when we get home, but I sure as shit don’t.
An hour passes, and we finally get out of the heavier traffic.
“You gonna share some of that with me?” I ask, glancing over at Indie as she dips the miniature hard breadstick into the chocolate dip. I didn’t even know they made those things with chocolate. I’ve only ever seen them with cheese.
She slowly puts the chocolate-covered stick into her mouth and sucks the end clean. My dick twitches, watching her lick the remaining chocolate off of her soft pink lips.
“You want some?” she asks, holding the container towards me and running her tongue over the stick suggestively before biting off the end.
“Jesus, you can’t do that while I’m drivin’,” I grit out.
I quickly readjust myself in my seat, prying my eyes from her and back onto the road. The streets are empty; no other car in site on this long stretch of highway.
“Do what?” she asks with mock innocence.
“You fuckin’ know what.” My eyes hold hers for a brief second before she lets out a sly smile.
“This?” She dips the remaining part of the stick into the chocolate and proceeds to lick it clean before popping it into her mouth with a moan.
A growl rumbles in my chest.
“Get over here.” I don’t even recognize my own voice now. This woman does something to me that even I don’t understand most of the time.
Indie unbuckles, slides to the edge of her seat, and leans over the center console, her face coming up right next to mine and exposing her cleavage from the low-cut t-shirt.
When I peek back up at her face, the desire written there is impossible to miss. She wants me just as badly as I want her.
“Open your mouth,” I command.
Without hesitation, she runs her tongue over her lips and does as she’s told, the devious smile in her eyes drawing me in even more.
The way that she listens and does what I tell her sends my heart racing. I love that she gets off on being bossed around in these moments.
“That’s my girl.” I hook my thumb over her bottom teeth, and her tongue slips out, caressing my finger.
She closes her mouth over my thumb and sucks hard. Her tongue dances around, making my already hard dick strain even tighter against my pants.
“Mmm.” The throaty growl vibrates out of me as I imagine other places I’d like that tongue to be.
Visions of this woman on her knees for me weave through my mind.
Wanting more from her, I pull my finger from her lips with a pop, and saliva trails down her chin.
“Now show me what else this mouth can do,” I demand, ghosting my thumb over that plump lower lip that has been the starring act in a few of my fantasies.
She doesn’t waste a second unzipping my pants and freeing my aching cock.
In one quick motion, she bends over the console, and I feel my dick hit the back of her throat, making my vision go black for a split second.
The fact that she has no gag reflex drives me fucking insane.
A low moan rises from the back of my throat as she begins to suck, her head moving up and down at a steady pace.
“Goddamn, baby,” I breathe out. “You’re so fuckin’ good at that.”
She moans softly around my cock, the vibrations about making me end this before it’s really even started.
My free hand rests on her head, fisting her auburn hair—both as a guide and a way to get a good view of my cock sliding between those perfect lips. The sun shining through my window illuminates the red tones, making them fire-red. The sight of these flaming locks wrapped up in my hand causes me to let out another loud groan of pleasure as I slightly push up into her mouth even more.
Pulling back slightly, her tongue flicks my piercing and then swirls around my crown before her hand joins in the fun and massages my balls.
Gripping her hair tighter, I slide her down my length again and begin to move her faster. A sexy moan vibrates in her throat, and I see fucking stars.
Before I’m ready for her to leave, she sits up, running the back of her hand over her mouth.
“Where are you goin’?” I ask, a little frustrated that she’d leave me so close to the edge like that.
Reaching back, she grabs the container of chocolate dip she had left from her snack.
“Let’s make this a little more fun, shall we?” she says with a mischievous gleam.
“I swear to fuck, if you do that, I’m gonna have to pull over,” I say as I peer out my mirrors to make sure there are still no cars around us.
My speed has fluctuated quite a bit, but I’m staying in my lane, and I still don’t see anyone else on this deserted highway.
“ Shh .” She runs two fingers through the sauce and leans back over to me, whispering in my ear. “Be a good boy, and let me eat my snack.”
Her fingers twirl around the head of my dick, covering it in chocolate.
“You better get every fuckin’ drop,” I demand, looking at the mess she’s made on me.
When I peer over at her, she holds her fingers up and licks them clean one at a time. Each pop of her finger leaving her mouth about makes me finish on the spot like a damn teenage boy.
She gives me a wicked smile that has my dick jumping in anticipation before her head is in my lap again, and I’m reaching for her cashmere-soft hair with my free hand.
“Holy fuckin’ shittt ,” I groan as her tongue lightly plays with my piercing again, cleaning every drop of chocolate from the metal bar.
I think she’s teasing me, and it’s confirmed when I look down and see her head turned sideways, watching my face.
“Like playin’ with me, huh?” I ask.
She looks back down with a large grin—her tongue peeking out and swirling around my dick playfully, flicking the metal bar back and forth lightly.
I tighten my grip on her hair, and a loud gasp escapes her.
“I said, every fuckin’ drop, Ind.” I push her head down with more force than I intend to, but from the loud moan she releases around me, I can tell she likes it.
I maintain focus on the road the best I can, making sure there’s no one around us frequently. But dammit, it’s getting too hard to see straight with the way this girl can take my dick to the back of her throat without even a little damn gag.
She swallows and sucks harder, her fingernails now digging into my thigh—leaving a mark on me, just the way I like.
It all becomes too much, and I fight back the urge to blow in her mouth, greedily wanting more of this.
She quickens her pace, and before I can get control of myself, I explode—thrusting up with each pulsing release.
“ Fuuckk !… You’re wild,” I breathe out, doing my best to keep my eyes on the road.
Moving my hand from her head, she sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. There’s a smear of chocolate on her chin, and the site makes my now limp dick jump again.
“Thanks for the snack,” she purrs, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
The seatbelt clicks, and she lays her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes—like nothing just happened… Like she didn’t just give me the best damn blowjob of my life.
My breathing still hasn’t returned to normal, but she’s over there fine as clams.
I pull the car to the side of the road—it’s time to even the score.
“Back seat. Now,” I order.
Her eyes pop open, and she quickly looks at me.
“What? We ain’t messin’ around on the side of the road,” she says with little confidence.
“The hell we ain’t.” I put the car in park. “Now, Indiana.”
Her lips roll between her teeth before she lets out that damn smile again. Keeping her eyes locked on me, she pulls her shoes off, tossing them to the floorboard. Blood rushes to my ears as I watch her climb over the seat, her perky ass flaunting in my face.
I swiftly hop out of the SUV and get in the back door. When I turn to face her, she’s leaning her back to the opposite door, her knees spread for me in invitation. I’m thankful as fuck for these little black leggings she’s wearing today.
As I move closer, I know she can see the feral look in my eyes when her breathing picks up.
Good, I want her to know she’s about to get eaten alive.
I wrap my hands under each knee and pull her down so that her back hits the seat beneath us. Coming over the top of her, I kiss her lips. They taste sweet, like chocolate.
“My turn,” I whisper, meeting her heated amber eyes.
In one quick swoop, I pull her leggings down and toss them over the seat. She can go the rest of the drive without them, as far as I’m concerned.
Indie reaches over and grabs the container of chocolate from the center console where she placed it before crawling back here. Her finger dips inside before she holds it up between us. Slowly, she runs the chocolate-covered finger up her inner thigh, ending at the sweet spot my mouth desperately wants to be on. The site is mesmerizing, and I could watch her touch herself all day, but dammit, I need to fucking taste her right the hell now.
Her hooded eyes meet mine. “Eat.”
It’s only been a few minutes, but my dick is hard as fucking stone again. All I want is to be inside of her.
But first, I need to taste her.
“You ain’t gotta tell me twice, darlin’.” I turn my hat around and slowly lick up her thigh—the tantalizing taste of sweet chocolate mixing with the saltiness of her skin dances on my tongue.
Her hand goes to my head, knocking off my hat. Grabbing onto my hair, she starts massaging and scratching my scalp. Her nails dig in as she pulls harder on my hair. In response, my teeth bury into her flesh, biting down on her inner thigh, eliciting a loud moan from her.
“You like that?” I ask, meeting her heavy eyes again.
She nods and pushes me back down.
I trail my way from her thighs to her pussy that’s already wet and waiting for me. With one long stroke up her center, she lets out another loud gasp, her hand flying back to the fogged-up window behind her.
“You know this isn’t over when we get home, right?” I ask before lightly swirling my tongue around her clit.
“ Wild …” she growls, growing irritated with my teasing. “Whatever, just don’t stop,” she orders breathlessly, pushing my head back down again.
I continue to devour her in the backseat of the SUV. Her hands tangle in my hair, and my mustache is covered in her sweet honey taste. Thoughts of how wild she drives me fill my mind over and over with every sound she makes.
I hope she knows that I was dead fucking serious when I said this isn’t over when we get home.