25. Lily
Lily
F or the umpteenth time, my attention drifts to Gage’s lap and the growing bulge between his legs. I shift in my seat once more in an attempt to tame my pulsating clit.
It’s not working.
My aroused state is preventing me from focusing on anything other than what’s happening between Gage’s legs.
He adjusts himself with a rough tug.
That thing is so big, it threatens to rip the zipper of his jeans.
I will myself to focus on something other than his cock, but it’s not easy.
Who is this horny, insatiable woman?
I was a little bummed out when Gage cut our time short because it’s such a perfect day, and I was enjoying getting to know him better, but the promise of misbehaving is too tantalizing to say no to.
Fuck the ice cream.
Fuck the sunshine.
Fuck the beautiful blue sea .
Let’s get down and dirty.
Almost as if pulled by a magnet, my eyes shift to his bulge once again.
Holy erection.
“You can’t wait to ride this,” he says, groping his groin.
The hint of promised debauchery is strong in the air. I can practically taste it.
I bite my lower lip, squirming in my seat.
“You dirty girl. I’ve created a monster.”
It’s not like I’m going to deny it.
“I bet you’re wet.”
That would be a yes.
“Lift your skirt up so I can see your pretty pussy.”
I do a double take. “You want me to do what?”
“I don’t believe I stuttered, Lily.”
For a few seconds, I’m so stunned, I don’t know what to do.
“You either follow my command, or the only thing you’re going to get when we get back to your hotel is ice cream. No cock. The decision is yours.”
He made the decision for me with that ultimatum.
Yesterday, I would’ve selected ice cream over a cock. Then again, I only had my sexy times with Jean-Philippe as comparison. Now that I’m wiser, cock trumps. Specifically, Gage’s.
I obey.
I grab the hem of my skirt and pull it up above my knees. My eyes shift to my right, and I worry my lower lip.
That car is mighty close.
Granted, the driver is focused on the traffic lights, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse of the dirty action happening in Gage’s car.
“You’re assessing if he can see you?”
Gage read my thoughts.
“Yes. ”
“It’s highly unlikely at his eye-level.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“The driver of an SUV or truck on the other hand, would get a show.”
My heart races.
Freaked out, I pull down my hem.
“Did I say you could do that?”
I stare at him.
“We’re not too far from the hotel,” I say, my voice pleading.
“I know that, but I want to see your pretty pussy right the fuck now.”
He must have some magical powers because I pull my hem back up.
“Better,” he says. “I want to know how wet you are.”
My panicked eyes fly up to meet his calculating ones.
He’s waiting.
“I punish bad girls who don’t obey, but reward good girls who do what they’re told.”
His dirty promise ignites my whole body.
Still, my mind is a jumbled mess.
A voice inside my head is screaming at me. “Don’t do it, girl.” Another voice screams even louder. “Pick the reward. Pick the damn reward.”
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
He sighs. “I want to know how wet you are.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” My voice is quivering.
“You figure it out. You’re a smart, intelligent woman.”
Thanks for being a lifeline, buddy. Not.
My eyes swing to the right.
A handsome biracial black man in a convertible sportscar, wearing a white shirt, cuffed at the elbows, that showcases his bulging arms, bobs his head to the sound of music. His eyes swing my way and he flashes me dazzling white teeth.
I’m a little too freaked out to respond in kind.
He frowns, as if I’ve offended him.
Social graces kick in, and I pull my lips in an exaggerated smile, my eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. I’m sure I look like a loon.
He nods and gives me a salute.
My creepy smile widens further.
He leans forward and increases the volume to his music and resumes bobbing his head. His focus is no longer on me.
The lights change, and the man pumps the gas and speeds forward.
We follow right behind him.
My eyes are still trained to my right, so I’m unprepared when Gage’s hand yanks my skirt higher up.
I yelp.
He slides a hand up my inner thigh and under my panties before his fingers plunge inside my dripping pussy.
I gasp.
His fingers skate over my clit.
My head falls back against the headrest, my eyes closing, my thighs quaking on either side of his intruding hand.
My heart is beating so hard against my chest, I swear it’s about to jump out of my rib cage and sprint down the streets of Los Angeles.
If that wasn’t an overwhelming concern, I’d be able to appreciate the seat’s buttery soft leather beneath my ass.
“I want your eyes on me.”
Gage’s deep voice causes my eyes to pop open.
I meet green eyes the color of translucent sea glass and lose all the breath in me.
That intense gaze locks me in, making it impossible for me to avert my gaze .
He brings his fingers to his lips and licks off my juices.
Oh.
My.
God.
If I needed a visual representation of the word naughty, that was it.
Heat pounds between my legs, and my nipples strain against the fabric of my bra. I’m so turned on, I don’t know what to do with myself.
“Since I need to keep my focus on the road, I want you to play with your pussy.”
Huh?
My head is still spinning from his bold declaration, it takes me several breaths for his request to hit me full force.
Is there no end to this man’s twisted mind?
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
I heard you, but this is way, way out of my comfort zone.
When his request fully sinks in, I have a big decision to make.
Am I daring enough?
He reaches out and tugs my skirt down, concealing my pussy, and covering my naked thighs. “You’re not as exposed. This way, no one but us will know what you’re doing. It’s our little secret.”
I still hesitate.
Gage’s gaze moves over me, scorching a blazing path along my skin.
“If you don’t play with your pussy, neither will I.”
The axe falls.
That does it.
As if I’m under his spell, one hand moves to my inner thigh, caressing the skin with tentative fingertips.
“That’ s it.”
Fueled by Gage’s approval, my hand glides higher, until my fingers slide underneath my wet panties.
He lets out a feral grunt, his hand squeezing his bulge.
“You touching yourself will become my go to material in my spank bank. I’ll jerk off, remembering how you pleasured yourself in front of me.”
I pant.
This shouldn’t feel this good.
I should be appalled. Insulted, even. Firecrackers shouldn't be going off inside me.
“Make it dirty for me.”
Isn’t this debauched enough?
“Take it up by ten notches,” he says.
I can’t believe I’m willingly doing unspeakable things in public.
I imagine Gage’s long fingers, his wicked tongue, or the fat head of his cock, stroking my hard clit.
Mother of God.
My fingers are a little rougher than usual.
“I love when you use your cock to play with my clit.” The confession drops from my lips without my permission.
“You and me both.”
I stroke faster, relishing each revolution around my pulsating clit.
Gage stops at a red light.
I glance in the direction of the car stopped to my right.
Oh shit.
That alone should prompt me to put an end to this insanity, but on the contrary. It jacks things up.
Gage Hollingsworth is transforming me into a woman I don’t even recognize.
With my free hand, I pull back my skirt, so he can see my fingers working my pussy .
A growl reverberates from him. “And I didn’t even have to ask.”
I can’t help my smile.
“You come off all sweet and innocent, but that’s a ruse. You get off playing with your pussy in front of others.”
I’m too far gone to remind him he’s the one who put me up to this.
“I want a taste.”
Of course you do…
“Quick, angel, the light is going to change.”
I remove my fingers from my dripping pussy and extend my hand.
Gage clamps his big hand around my wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth.
He licks my fingers clean in such a sensual way, the sight causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
The driver next to us honks his horn.
From my peripheral vision, I spot a blond man leaning against the door of a red convertible car.
“Fuck her real hard when you get her home, bro.”
I can’t believe he shouted that.
I doubt the man would recognize me, but that doesn’t stop me from bowing my head, using my curtain of hair to hide my face.
“I intend on doing that.” Gage is addressing the man, but his eyes are locked onto mine.
…And I’m fifty shades of red.
“Enjoy the ride,” the man says. “Can’t see her face but I'm sure she’s a sweet little thing.”
This is not happening.
“I will,” Gage says. “And she is.”
My mortification deepens.
The light must’ve changed to green because the driver next to me revs up his engine.
Gage lets go of my hand to shift gear, before accelerating.
“Keep going,” he says, without pulling his attention away from the road.
He radiates pure dominance.
I submit.
With trembling hands, I resume my mission.
The vibration of the car’s powerful engine is sublime.
“Good girl. Round and round.”
My fingers follow his command.
His breathing roughens. “My dirty little slut.”
Wh—what? “Did you call me a slut?”
“No. I called you my dirty little slut. Big difference.”
I should be insulted. Heat shouldn’t simmer low in my belly.
Gage’s gaze drops to my lap. “I never told you to stop.”
“You’re bossy.”
“Don’t kid yourself, we both know you like me bossy.”
“Even if you tortured me, I’d never admit to it.” My voice is husky. I don’t recognize the person who said that.
“Challenge. Accepted.”
Dread washes over me.
Have I made a bet with the devil?
“Keep working that pussy.”
His command jerks me out of my thoughts.
My fingers skate over my clit in fast strokes, bringing me higher and higher until my hips move restlessly on the seat.
I’m going to need holy water to save my soul after this.
A sweet blissful sensation builds at my core.
Considering the mess I made this morning, I’m a bit worried I might ruin Gage’s car, but my orgasm is looming, taking over any and all logical thinking .
I glance at him––the man that’s turned me into a dirty girl. His dirty girl.
He unleashes his deadliest weapon—his smile.
I’m all riled up.
I’m breathing so hard, my pants echo over the roaring of the engine.
Heck, I don’t care about breathing at all, because I’m so desperate for relief.
God.
I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable in my life. And I’ve never felt more turned on and more empowered.
This man…
The road and everything around me blurs. My body is flooded with ecstasy as I near the edge.
My muscles tighten, the trembling beginning in my upper thighs and moving higher.
I’m close.
“Stop!”
My heart is beating so hard, it’s knocking against my eardrums. Surely, I misheard him.
“What?”
“I said, stop.”
My breath shudders in and out. “I can’t.”
“Lily.”
“But—”
“Don’t you dare come.”
I’m on the verge. My body needs this release.
“Lily.”
Damn him.
All movement of my hand halts.
My hooded eyes drop to his lap.
The thick erection between his legs is ever so present.
Fuck that .
A defiance I didn’t know I possessed kicks in. I squeeze my legs hard, bow my back against the seat, and I come.
In a car.
On a busy LA road.
With witnesses.
I come, and I come, and I come.
My body trembles in the seat as wave after wave of climactic pleasure courses through me.
“Did you disobey me, Lily?”
It’s a struggle to find my composure and my voice. “I needed to come. I didn’t have any other choice.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t,” I say. “You’re cruel. You’re playing my body like a fiddle. And you’re fucking with my head.”
He shoots me a side gaze.
“I’m a virgin. All of this is new to me. What do I know about these kinky games?”
No response.
I debate on pleading my case further, but decide to remain silent for the remainder of the ride, my gaze swinging in his direction from time to time, gauging the situation. Gauging if I’m in deep shit or not.
He doesn’t grant me a glance, his focus is on the road.
Fine.
I pull down my skirt with an irritated tug and adjust it around me.
He’s back to being a brooding grump.
Great.
I sink into my seat.
I’ve pissed him off.
He’ll drop me at the hotel and dash off.
So much for him licking ice cream off my body.
Crap.
A few minutes later, the hotel comes into view, and he’s pulling in front of it.
To my surprise, Gage cuts the ignition.
He unbuckles his seatbelt and angles his body on the seat.
I meet his eyes. They’re… blazing with heat?
He’s not pissed off?
“Fair warning,” he says.
Oh shit.
I brace myself.
“You challenged me and you disobeyed my command.” He pauses for a heartbeat, those long lashes sweeping when he blinks. “You’re going to pay for that level of effrontery.”
Can’t we make a deal?
“I have an elevator ride to decide what kind of sweet torture I’ll submit you to.” His words are measured, calculated.
I swallow.
“One thing is certain, you’ll come screaming my name so loud, the security guards will come barging in, busting down the door to find out what the fuck I did to you.” A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Don’t poke the bear, Lily… unless you want him to come out and play…”
I’m at a loss for words.