Chapter 27 WESTLEY
“Okay, so far, I have face riding.” Maevyn looks over her notebook at me.
“Is this my fantasy list or yours?” I laugh, running a hand up and down her ankle where her feet rest on my lap.
We left thirty minutes ago, after we stopped by the gift shop so Maevyn could take photos and grab some freshly picked berries for the road.
When we were waiting in line, there was a bunch of Ledger Farm merchandise, including a strawberry-scented gel pen and a notebook with the farm logo.
“Something edible, like whipped cream. Or chocolate sauce?” she says, before taking a bite of a strawberry. “I dunno, but I want to be a meal.”
“You’re already my favourite meal, so I vote that goes to the top of the list.”
She chuckles, then pops the rest of her strawberry in her mouth. “A nipple-only orgasm.”
“Is that why you got them pierced? Sexual perks?”
Maevyn closes the notebook, her hand still marking the page. “No, Presley convinced me.”
“How?”
“When she was teaching me how to pole dance, she said you have to find yourself sexy. The dance is just as much for you as anyone watching. I didn’t really have a lot of sexual confidence before that, and she said her piercings made her feel sexy, so I decided to follow in her footsteps.”
“Do you think it made a difference?”
“You mean, after I forgave her for telling me they didn’t hurt when, in fact, they did?”
I laugh. “Yeah, after that.”
She nods. “Yeah. I’m glad I got them.”
“Anything else on your list?”
She flips her notebook open again. “Watching each other. Sex under the stars.”
I smile over at her. “That sounds more romantic than what I expected from you.”
“A frisky car ride,” she says, her voice low, feet moving with purpose where they rest over my lap.
I raise my eyebrows as her heel brushes over my cock. My eyes shift to the rear view mirror, noting no one behind us. It’s been blissfully quiet on the roads today.
“You trying to cross something off your list already?”
She keeps rubbing her feet over me. Devious little thing.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she says. Her foot presses firmer, tracing the outline of my rapidly hardening cock. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
From the corner of my eye, I see her shift in her seat, then pop the button on her jeans. I’m already squirming in my seat as she shifts her feet from my lap and rests them against the centre console.
I’m trying to keep my eyes on the road, but a glance back at her shows her easing her jeans off, and I manage to catch a flash of her bare pussy.
When a soft moan fills the cab of my ute, my fist clenches around the steering wheel, and I reach my other hand for the gear shift.
“Keep driving,” she says.
My eyes feel like they bug out of my head, and I quickly glance at her again. “How the fuck do you expect me to keep driving when you’re making that sound?”
“Because I’m asking you to.” Fair point. “It’s my fantasy list.”
A heatwave washes over my body, and I blow out a breath. “So I have to drive and listen while you… What are you doing?”
Another moan, and I think I might break the gear shift with how hard I’m squeezing it.
“Remembering the way you made me come on your tongue last night.”
My fist comes to my mouth when I steal a peek, biting down on my skin as I watch Maevyn with her back against the passenger door, one hand gripping the headrest, the other between her legs, and her eyes completely focused on me.
“Show me more.” Was that a whimper or a beg? “I want to see you touch yourself.”
“Just keep your eyes on the road, big boy.”
“Maevyn.” Definitely a whimper. “I can’t,” I say, glancing back and forth between the road and her, to the point I think I might make myself dizzy.
“Yes, you”—a delighted gasp—“can.”
I’m feeling lightheaded. We still have at least two hours until we get home. I won’t last if she’s intent on torturing me like this for the whole drive.
She shuffles in her seat, and I see her swivelling in her chair.
“Jesus. What are you doing now?”
She laughs as her breasts press against the side of my arm, and she speaks low into my ear. “I want to make you feel good. And I want to have some fun.”
“Let me find somewhere to pull over. I’ll show you some fun.” I suck in a breath as she rubs her hand over my hard dick.
“I like my idea better,” she whispers in my ear, then nips my neck as she undoes my shorts and reaches a hand inside my boxer briefs.
“Make sure you keep your eyes on the road,” she says, temptation dripping on every syllable as her hand starts to move up and down where I’m so hard it hurts. My hips tilt up, chasing the relief I need to get me out of this carnal prison.
Maevyn presses her lips to my neck as her hand moves over me. A shiver runs up my spine, and I swallow hard as I double-check the rear view mirror, making sure no one’s around.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me,” Maevyn says, intent on sending me insane. “Has anyone ever told you what a pretty dick you have?”
I groan as my balls grow tighter, my legs tense up, and Maevyn twists her wrist as she moves a little faster.
“It’s so long and thick.” She continues to weave her magic, making sure I’m completely and utterly under her control. “I bet it would feel amazing buried in my cunt.”
“Fuuucckk.” I huff. “I’m pulling over.”
“No, baby.” She pretends to pout. “I want you to come for me. Just like this.” My head pushed into the headrest as I take a deep breath, focusing on how good her hand feels wrapped around me. But then she pulls it away, and god, what form of sweet torture is this?
I glance over and see her smiling as she shifts onto her knees. She looks out the back window, then the front windscreen and lowers her torso down, bringing her head under my arm where it grips the wheel.
“What are you—” I gasp and sigh as her hand grips the base of my dick and her mouth closes over me.
My hand falls to the back of her head, letting my fingers get caught in the strands.
Every time she sinks lower, my hand grips tighter, and she moans over me.
I manage, in my sex-filled inebriation, to spot a sign on the side of the road indicating an upcoming turnoff.
Most of the drive is on country roads. We won’t hit suburbia until we’re inside the last hour of this trek.
There are no houses, just endless paddocks of land and tall trees.
I’ll come for her, just the way she’s asked me to, but there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on the rest of the drive home if I don’t get my mouth on her too.
I fidget in my seat, desperate to empty into her mouth as she continues to take me slow and deep until I cry out. “Need to come now, Mae.”
She doubles down, giving me the green light to go.
“In your mouth, pretty girl?” I ask. Maevyn starts jacking me harder, more determined. Drool slips from her mouth as she moans over my length, making a mess over me, and that’s all it takes.
My stomach clenches as I lurch forward, still trying to keep us steady on the road, all while I’m shouting her name as my cum fires into her mouth.
I have just enough brain cells still functioning to see the side street on our left.
I push my foot on the brake and hook the steering wheel just in time.
We come onto a road, shadowed by lush trees and a small bridge leading onto a long dirt track.
There’s a shoulder to one side, so I pull off, rounding a tree and tucking us into the shrub that lines the edge of a creek.
Throwing the car in park, I tuck myself back into my shorts and get out. My eyes are pinned to the vixen in my passenger seat, wiping the side of her mouth with a self-satisfied smile, as I round the hood and open her door.
She’s already turned in her seat, waiting for me. With both hands cupping her cheeks, I press my lips to hers.
I move my hands to her thighs as my tongue swipes over her lower lip, begging for entry.
She meets me immediately, her hands wrapping around my neck as I guide her legs to my waist and pull her from her seat, moving to the back of the car.
Blindly, my hand searches for the handle, pulling it open so I can lower her across the back seat.
My mouth moves over her jaw and neck. I bite at her nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt, and her hands fly to my head as she moans.
I keep moving down her body, appreciating every inch of her smooth, soft skin with my mouth and hands until I reach her bare pussy.
I toss one leg over my shoulder, granting me access to her swollen and glistening cunt.
My hand goes to the other thigh, keeping her open for me, and then I swipe my tongue through her.
Her back arches with a cry as her hands find my hair. She holds me against her as if I’m gonna pull away, but nothing could stop me from eating her pussy until I have her dripping down my beard.
I groan into her as my tongue weaves up and down. She’s already so wet.
“Is this all from sucking my cock, pretty girl?” I ask, pulling back so my fingers can run through the wetness gathered there.
From my fingertips to my palm, I collect her arousal, her pussy pulsing against my skin.
I give her clit a sharp tap, and the sound she makes has my cock hardening again.
What I wouldn’t give to be inside her, but I don’t want our first time to be in the back of my car.
Every experience she’s painted for me before now seems hurried and disinterested. She hasn’t been lovingly worshipped by a man who cared enough to show her the time and patience she deserved, or what it could be like to explore a deeper connection.