11. Chapter Eleven - Abby
Abby
H is lips crash into mine, stealing the breath right out of my mouth. His hand slides higher, fingers pressing into the soft skin of my inner thigh, slow and deliberate. I shudder beneath his touch, my hands slowly wandering up his arm until I lay my palm against his cheek.
Are we really doing this in a traffic jam?
Hell, apparently, we are.
Not breaking the kiss, his fingers slip under my dress, toying with the seam of my panties. He curls a finger beneath the fabric and tugs, dragging it down my legs with maddening slowness. All the while, his mouth is on mine, deep and hungry, making it impossible to think clearly, let alone breathe.
“You’re dangerous,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, and glare at him when the tip of his finger slowly drags through my folds, teasing my aching pussy.
But now it’s my turn to play.
A quick glance outside tells me everything I need to know; we’re boxed in between massive trucks on all sides. No one will be able to see inside, as long as nobody decides to get out of their car to take a leak right next to ours. I swallow hard, heart beating hard against my ribcage as I unbuckle myself.
It’s the most daring thing I’ve ever done but I am so beyond horny, it’s not even funny anymore.
“Put your seat further back,” I tell Reed in a low, but firm voice and he retracts his hand, doing as I ask.
I lean over the center console, careful not to bump the horn and press my lips to his. Reed's hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, and I deepen the kiss, mouths parting, breath catching, as I let my hands explore his body, slipping under his shirt to feel his abs.
With clumsy movements, I try to open his belt, swallowing his low chuckle as he gently pushes my hands aside and pops his button open, letting me drag down the zipper slowly and deliberately. Without hesitation, my hand finds its way inside his jeans and pulls his cock free, heavy, warm and already hard in my palm.
I break the kiss and wet my lips, heart pounding as I glance up at him. His breath catches, like he knows exactly where this is going, as I lean down and take him into my mouth slowly.
“Fuck yes,” he moans and if I could, I would grin around his cock. Instead, I let my tongue explore him, draw lines along his shaft as I slowly take him deeper, fisting my left hand to swallow him past my gag reflex. He’s too big for me to take him fully, so I keep my hand at his base, stroking where I can’t reach with my mouth.
He runs his fingers through my hair, tight with restraint as he gathers it at the back of my head, keeping it out of my face as I slowly let him glide out of my mouth. His deep moan fills the car, a gentle tug on my hair as I close my mouth around his head, giving it a tight suck.
He tastes of salt, heat, and something raw and unmistakably him, so addictive from the moment he hits my tongue.
I let him plop out of my mouth, a thread of spit connecting my mouth to his cock. I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock, licking from his base to head, then take him into my mouth again, gently sucking as I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Abby,” he groans breathlessly, the hand that’s not holding my hair wandering over my back and neck like he’s not sure what to do with it.
I let him glide out of my mouth again slowly, swirling my tongue around his cock as his grip on my hair tightens when I take him deeper than before.
“Fuck. Traffic’s moving,” he growls and I glance up at him, his cock still in my mouth, raising my eyebrow.
Does he want me to stop?
“Be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?” he growls, waiting for me to give him a slight nod before pushing my head down on his length.
I let out a low groan, my eyes rolling back as I let him guide my head. His fingers loosen from my hair, only to grip my head firmly and guide me with steady pressure. I focus on each shaky breath and suppressing my gag reflex as his cock slides deep into my throat, then eases back out, leaving my pulse racing.
His demeanor shifts, intensity replacing the playful glint in his eyes as cars behind and around us start to honk.
His hips surge upward, as he guides my head down firmly, and for a moment I see stars behind my eyes as he glides down my throat. Tears spill down my cheeks, my breaths coming in shallow gasps through my nose as he fucks my mouth, taking what he needs. The taste of his precum hits my tongue and I groan around his cock, his low moan mingling with my own muffled whimpers and the wet sound of my slurping and moans around his cock.
“I’m gonna come, babe,” he presses out through clenched teeth, his fingers slightly lifting my chin. “Will you take it? Fuck, please do.”
I nod around his cock in my mouth, rolling my eyes. What did he expect me to do, walk into the hotel with his cum on my face and hair?
He thrusts into my mouth a few more times, then pushes my head down as much as I can take him and keeps me right there. Muttered curses fly out of his mouth as his whole body tenses and then I feel him spurt down my throat.
It’s not a particularly great feeling but better than having cum on my dress while we return the rental car, I guess. I bob my head a few more times, sucking until he is finished and slowly let him glide out of my mouth.
Then I startle when the truck behind us honks. Loudly.
He flips them off, even though they can’t see it, and pulls my head up gently. His thumb wipes some cum from the corner of my mouth, then he leans in for a heated kiss that takes my breath away. I can still taste him as our tongues move together, fast and needy. When he lets go, I slump back in my seat, my face burning and my body tingling, my pussy so fucking needy for him.
I can’t believe I just did that. And I can’t believe how much I fucking liked it.
Fuck. If this were any other scenario, say an empty parking lot at one of the rest stops, I’d climb over the center console in a heartbeat and ride him until I come, but alas. He starts the car again and slowly inches forward to close the five-metre space that has formed between us and the car in front of us.
Definitely not honk-worthy in my opinion, but it seems like the traffic jam is slowly clearing. Cars keep moving, albeit at walk speed. Goddamnit, I’ll have to wait for more until we’re at the hotel, won’t I?
To distract myself how fucking aroused and desperate for an orgasm I am, I pull down the visor and slide away the cover of the mirror. Oh God.
My hair is so disheveled I know it’s going to take me ages to untangle and I look about as fucked as I feel, mascara running down my cheeks and lipstick smudged all over my face. I look like a freshly fucked clown. So I quickly comb my fingers through my hair until it at least looks okay and try to fix my makeup, and when I find it satisfactory, I prop the visor up again.
“Put my sweatshirt under you,” Reed says, handing it over like it’s some kind of secret weapon.
I take it, brows raised. “What for?” But he just smirks, not answering. Typical.
I sigh and unbuckle myself anyway, wriggling around to shove the sweatshirt onto my seat. It’s soft and still warm from him, which somehow makes it weirder. I plop back down, re-buckle with a dramatic click, and shoot him a look.
He’s not even trying to hide his grin. We crawl forward another few feet and I groan out loud.
Grraahhh, this is going to take forever.
But before I can even think about complaining out loud, Reed's hand is between my thighs, fingers dancing over my sensitive skin. His eyes are focused on the road and he doesn’t even look at me as he roughly massages the inside of my thigh so hard that it’s probably going to leave a bruise, making me groan. His hand is so close to where I want it.
“Reed!” I hiss, panic creeping into my voice as I suddenly realize that we’re not between the trucks anymore. At some point, the metal privacy wall vanished, and now the car next to us is at perfect eye level. So is the one in front.
My eyes dart left, then ahead.
“Just try to look like you’re not getting fingerfucked in the car,” he says with a wicked grin, eyes still on the road as his finger finds my clit, circling it in agonizingly slow patterns.
“Easier said than done,” I hiss, blood rushing to my cheeks, and I slip further down my seat and open my legs a little further, giving him more space to tease me.
Then the bastard opens the window on my side a tiny bit.
Did I mention that giving a blowjob in a car is about the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done? Well, I need to correct myself, because getting fingered in a car fully in sight of people is definitely dirtier and just as hot.
His finger slides down from my clit and finds my hot and wet entrance, but he doesn’t push it inside.
Instead, he teases my entrance, only drawing circles and patterns around it that make me grab the handhold over my door, holding onto it so tightly my knuckles turn white as he continues his slow torture. I want to close my eyes and focus on breathing in and out instead of moaning but I learn the hard way that doing that makes the sensation of his teasing all the more intense.
So I keep my eyes open, leaning my elbow on the car window, propping my elbow on the car window and pressing my hand against my mouth to muffle any sounds and hide my face as he teases me to tears while he navigates us through the traffic like this is just an everyday occurrence to him.
“Reed,” I whine, but he only chuckles in response as he changes lanes.
I can’t explain what it does to me, the fact that he’s keeping me on the edge of my seat quite literally, without even paying attention. I roll my hips, desperate for more, trying to push his fingers deeper. But he moves with me, keeping just out of reach, making me chase his touch unsuccessfully.
Instead, his thumb finds my clit, drawing lazy circles around it ever so lightly as he continues to tease my entrance. Talk about multitasking.
I can’t even help the whimper that leaves my mouth. “Reed, I need more,” I beg but he shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips.
“You’re so hot when you beg for it,” he growls and I bite my lip, fingers digging into his forearm. “You want my fingers inside you? Want me to find that spot that makes you go off like a firecracker? Pushing it over and over until you’re a blubbering mess, spreading your juices on my jacket?”
“Fuck yes, Reed. Please,” I whine and roll my hips once more, not even trying to remain quiet anymore. Let them hear it. I’ll never see them again anyways.
“You want me to make you cum right here on the highway where anyone can see? Look at that guy on our right, if he turns his head he’ll see everything. You, horny and ready for me. Do you want him to see you come?” I moan instead of answering, slapping my hand over my mouth and then his chest for good measure.
He doesn’t back off, not one bit. I don’t look at the clock, but it feels like forever as he keeps teasing me, sometimes pushing his fingers deeper, making my whole body tremble, but every time that tight knot in my lower belly starts to unravel, he eases up, starting the whole damn cycle again. His voice growls dirtier and dirtier, each word only making me that much more desperate to come.
“Well, looks like traffic’s picked up again,” he suddenly says nonchalantly and pushes his fingers against my mouth. I open my lips for him readily, sucking my juices off his fingers. Although I’m very tempted to bite them off for making me a trembling mess, desperate for release, instead I caress them with my tongue, tasting myself on them. Reed groans, pulling his fingers out of my mouth to adjust himself, then rests it on the accelerator.
“You should have gotten an automatic car,” I scold him breathlessly and let my hand wander down the front of my dress. “Looks like I need to finish what you started.”
“Don’t you dare,” he reprimands me and slaps my hand away, just as I’ve reached the hem of my dress. “Hands off and I’ll give you the best orgasm you ever had later. Touch yourself now and you’ll miss out.”
“Grahh,” I moan frustrated and let my head fall back, closing my eyes. “That’s fucking torture, you dickhead!”
“Doesn’t that make it more fun though?” I blink my eyes open and catch him grinning at me cheekily. But I can only glare at him, all but ready to wipe that smile off his face. “On the bright side, we’re only thirty minutes away. Be a good girl.”
“Thirty minutes?” I look at the navigation on the car's tiny built-in screen. Fuck. Thirty more minutes of torture. “That orgasm later better be fucking good,” I threaten him and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
“It will be.” He winks, then falls quiet for the rest of the ride. I do the same, pretending to look out the window, trying to focus on anything but the heat of his hand on my thigh.
It rests there like it belongs, fingers relaxed—but the slow, deliberate drag of his thumb is anything but casual. Every stroke sends a jolt through me, small but sharp, keeping me just on the edge. Not enough to satisfy. Just enough to drive me crazy.
By the time the exit sign finally shows up, I’m practically buzzing.
“You have five minutes to return the keys and get up to my room or I’m getting off by myself,” I threaten Reed as he turns into the hotel's parking garage.
“Don’t you dare,” he threatens right back as he leans down to scoop up my panties from the ground, stuffing them into his pocket as he jumps out of the car. Fuck. I completely forgot about them. So he’s seriously going to make me walk all the way up to my room commando?
I do the same, grabbing his jacket without a second thought, too turned on to be embarrassed by the obvious wet spot on the front. I fold it over my arm to hide the evidence as we make our way to the elevator. I shoot him a look and tap my wrist, a silent tick-tock . His eyes go wide.
“Shit,” he mutters, then bolts for the stairs, taking them two at a time like a man on a mission.
I smirk and wait for the elevator, enjoying the slow ride up. But when the doors open in the lobby, there he is, already waiting, slightly hunched, chest heaving, face flushed with exertion.
I raise my eyebrows in question when he proceeds to stand as far from me as possible on the elevator.
“If I start now, I won’t stop, sweetheart,” Reed growls, and heat shoots right to my core. His eyes are all lust and promise, making my stomach twist with want. I dig through my purse for my keycard, hands shaking.
The elevator doors open, and Reed doesn’t wait. He stalks toward me like a lion his prey, grabs me, and throws me over his shoulder like I’m nothing, making sure my dress covers my butt. His hand smacks my ass hard as he carries me down the hall. Hell fucking yes!