Chapter 39
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S liding into the Camaro, I reach between my legs, ready to get this vibrator out.
“Did I tell you you could take it out?” Jake asks with a new authority in his voice.
“Ah–”
His lips crash into mine, cutting me off.
It’s possessive, claiming.
His hands roam, squeezing my hips, my ass, my waist—owning every inch of me.
“You’re wearing it until I say so.”
I moan, turned on and needing more.
He flicks the key, the Camaro rumbling to life as he pulls down the long driveway.
When he shifts gears, I place my hand on top of his, locking eyes with him.
The heated energy between us is thick.
“Touch yourself,” he says, looking over at me.
My jaw drops slightly.
His eyes flick down to my thighs before he looks back at the road.
“I want you to come by the time we get to your place,” he says, staring out.
I want to obey, Jake the pleasure Dom.
My thoughts drift to his face between my legs.
We’re so close to doing that again.
I teasingly glide my hand up my thigh, taking my dress up with it.
His eyes flick back to me as I dip my hand beneath my underwear.
“Slow,” he commands.
I bite my lip and make soft circles on my clit, teasing myself as the vibrator’s pulses build inside me.
“Inhale,” he says, his hand resting on my thigh.
He breaks our gaze, looking back at the road.
“Exhale.”
I release a shaky breath, staring at him even though he isn’t looking at me.
“Sexy,” he murmurs.
“Again.”
I take another deep inhale, letting the pleasure rise, my lashes fluttering shut as I surrender to the moment.
“Look at me.”
A slow smirk spreads across my lips, but I keep my eyes closed, intentionally disobeying him.
“Fucking look at me.”
The car jerks slightly as he unclips my seatbelt.
My lids flutter open, confusion flickering across my face—before I gasp.
Jake grabs me, pulling me closer across the bench seat.
His hand dives between my legs and tugs the vibrator out.
It’s quickly replaced by two fingers.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he fingers me.
“So much for seat belts for safety.” I gasp, and he slides his fingers out.
“No! Be reckless.”
“Buckle up,” he commands, putting his hand back on the shifter and staring out at the road.
I pout, whimpering, wanting his fingers back inside of me.
“Seatbelt.” I obey, still pouting.
“Now make yourself come.”
These commanding phrases shouldn’t make me smile like a fucking schoolgirl, but they do.
I bite my tongue and speed up the circles on my clit.
“Good girl.”
Staring at him, I can’t believe the whirlwind we’ve had, and I don’t want it to stop.
I whimper, on the edge as he turns off the main road onto my side street.
He flicks his eyes at me, and I’m right there.
Pulling into my driveway, he shuts off the car and leans over, diving his lips into my neck.
“Come for me,” he breathes into my skin, and I release, shaking as I do.
“We’re getting to eight this time,” he grumbles, holding my gaze, then leans down farther to pick up the toy from the floor.