Chapter 19
19
PENNY
“Don’t you dare!” I say, smacking Collins’s hand away from sneaking another blueberry from the pile. “You keep eating the cake decor, and we’ll be down to only forty stars.”
He chuckles, holding his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay.”
“And we can’t celebrate Labor Day without a flag cake. It would be un-American.”
“If you say so…”
“I say so. It’s tradition.”
“What about actual Flag Day? Do you make a cake for that holiday? And what about Fourth of July?”
“Oh, no.” I turn to glare at him. “This is not the time to interrogate me.”
Collins lets out a laugh. “If you call logical questions an interrogation, then I guess that’s what I’m doing.”
I go back to my work while he starts nibbling at my neck. Then he places his hands around me onto the counter, essentially caging me in while I dice up strawberries. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he opens his mouth to be fed.
“Now you’re after my stripes?”
I pop a piece onto his tongue and one onto mine.
When I am finished decorating the cake, Collins spins me around, takes the knife out of my hand, and places it onto the island. Gripping my ass cheeks, he lifts me up and plops me down onto a bare section of the counter. My legs spread to accommodate him.
And unexpectedly, we make out.
Like one would expect teenagers to do…
But not someone who is sixteen years older than I am.
This is not something men like Collins would want to do, right?
But he does it. And he is damn fucking good at it.
Suddenly I am airborne and being transported to the couch, missionary style.
I try to wiggle out of my shorts, but my effort is futile. They are just too tight. I really should invest in easier-access clothes so my needs can be met without so much work.
Then Collins’s thigh is against my core. And he?—
“Oh, fuck!”
“I’m obsessed with your filthy mouth,” he growls into my ear, while continuing to grind his leg against my fully clothed pussy.
“Why does this feel so naughty?”
We’ve done this several times, and each time gets me hotter and hotter. How can not having actual sex be hotter than actual sex?
“Because you are a bad girl who is sneaking behind everyone’s backs to be with the hired bodyguard. And innocent girls like you shouldn’t like grinding against men like me. But you do. Don’t you, Penny? It turns you on to rub that sweet pussy against my leg like a depraved little girl that you are. You love getting that pussy nice and hot so that it leaks out all over the sofa and my thigh.” Collins bites at my neck. “Maybe this time I’ll make you lick it all off to clean it up.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
How something so wrong can feel so right will forever be a mystery to me…
Collins continues his onslaught, sending a cacophony of sensations through my body, with both his words and his intentional touches. The combination wreaks havoc on my nervous system and whatever mental capacity I have left.
I thrust my hips upward, wrapping my legs around his waist, trying to get closer to him.
The friction of my panties and my jean shorts coupled with the pressure from Collins’s leg nearly tips me over the edge.
“More,” I beg—for what in particular I’m not sure. “I need something…”
But he knows and has the audacity to chuckle at me. “Okay, time to go?”
“Where? To subspace?”
He shakes his head at me. “We’re going to be late.”
“I don’t care.”
He pulls me up reluctantly from the couch. “Come.”
“That is exactly what I didn’t get to do.” My lips pout and my feet stomp. He’s going to make me lose it. “Quit smirking at me.”
I follow Collins into the kitchen, hot on his trail. Why is he voluntarily leaving me in a state of need? I’m going to combust.
He puts the lid on my flag cake and then places it into the quilted carrier that is layered with ice packs for transport.
“Got everything?”
I give it a few seconds of thought. “No, I need to pack a bag with some swim gear, and I need to change.”
Collins nods. “Well, get on with it.”
“Can we have car sex? If so, I will dress inappropriately.”
“No, Penelope.”
* * *
“We really aren’t having car sex, are we?”
Collins manages to keep a straight face and not wreck the vehicle. “No.”
“I knew I should have driven.”
His eyebrow lifts. “And where would you have taken us?”
“Oh, on the side of some dusty road so that I could take advantage of you in the bushes.”
He chuckles. “Sounds very romantic.”
I scrunch up my face like I just ate a rotten lemon. “Who needs romance?”
“Not me,” he laughs. “Not when the joys of being uncomfortable are at the forefront of your mind. That for sure would take precedence.”
“Well, you are making my current physical state uncomfortable! I knew I should have brought my toys for the long ride.”
“We are thirteen minutes away.”
“Quit gaslighting me!”
He lets out a sigh. “You know there is nothing I would want more than to fulfill all your dirty fantasies—most of them involving being fucked in tight spaces where we potentially could get caught—but we are already late because of your needs .”
“Oh, no you don’t. Don’t blame this on me.”
He looks over at me, probably trying to decipher if I’m being serious or not. “It’s not my fault.”
“Clearly, it is.”
“How so?”
I think about it for a few seconds. “The more sex I have, the needier I get. And you made me needy.”
“Noted.”
“And you didn’t even allow me to get off.”
Collins taps his fingers along the steering wheel while humming. “You tempted me in the kitchen.”
I scoff. “How so?”
“By looking so cute making a flag cake.”
“I would like to make either an amendment or a revision to our mutually agreed upon contract, Mr. Stone.”
“Now you want to negotiate terms? That seems counterproductive.”
“It’s necessary.”
There’s something about being in a car with Collins Stone that makes me super horny. Maybe it’s the fact that neither of us can easily escape.
“Is that so?”
“It is most certainly so.”
“State your terms, woman.”
“Welp, I would like to add a clause that states that you either service me properly or I’ll be allowed to seek assistance elsewhere for my deprived—no, greedy —pussy.”
“You have such a filthy mouth.”
“You like it.”
“I most certainly do. However, it’s best when it is silenced by my cock sliding down your throat. Would you like to continue with your ill-advised revision suggestions, or should I take care of your deprived and most undoubtedly greedy little pussy the first chance I get?”
I fake yawn. “I think I’m actually in the mood for a nap.”
“The hell you are.”
“I just don’t see the problem. If we are going to be late anyway, why not be a little more late?”
“That’s what you want—to be railed on the side of the road, in the small space of the car?”
Before I can answer, my phone vibrates. “It’s Graham,” I announce. I slide the bar over. “Hi, Graham.”
“Hey, Penny. I was just making sure you had a ride to the barbecue. I can go back into the city and pick you up if you don’t.”
That’s my big brother—always looking out for me. He was even looking out for me when he hired Collins.
“That’s very kind of you. Collins is actually giving me a ride.”
“Oh, great. Glad to hear that.” I hear relief in Graham’s tone.
He’s probably thankful I stopped fighting the bodyguard he hired for me. It’s not like we sat down and had a real conversation about what I know and don’t know in regard to what happens behind the scenes related to my welfare, but at this point, he probably realizes that I understand Collins’s role.
I just don’t think he expected Collins to turn into more than just a bodyguard, and for me to be bold enough to advocate for my own sexual needs.
“See you soon.”
Hanging up with my brother, I try a different approach with this stubborn man beside me. So I do what anyone in my position would do—I spread my legs and start touching myself.
“What are you doing? Are you even wearing panties?”
“Hmm… I forget. Let me check.” Bending forward, I make a huge production of looking between my legs. “Yup. I did remember.”
“I can smell your pussy.”
Now he has me curious. “And what does it smell like, Collins?”
A devilish smirk plays on his lips. “Mine.”
Shimmying in my seat, I remove my patriotic panties and loop them around my finger. Circling them like a lasso, I?—
“Hey! Give those back!”
“No.”
My eyes narrow at Collins who brings the material up to his nose and breathes in my scent.
“Those are mine.”
Taking his hand, he reaches over and places it possessively right over the top of my hairless pussy, underneath my sundress. “This is mine.”
Lazily, he pets me, stroking the outside of my lips with his fingers.
Adjusting my seat, I recline back and spread my thighs to give him better access and an intentional invitation to have his way with me.
“Yesss…” I hiss.
I want more.
Sliding his finger along the inner lips of my pussy, he plays with my natural lubrication that has leaked out.
“I hope you drown the interior of my car in your juices, Princess.”
My hips grind into the seat, silently coaxing him to continue—to keep touching me. “Hmm…”
“You have less than three minutes to get off.”
My hands push at his. “Move aside and let me get the job done.”
Gripping both of mine in his one, he pulls them off of me. “Tsk-tsk… You aren’t allowed to touch yourself.”
My jaw unhinges. “Then how?”
“Think of something. You better get creative.”
My eyes dart to the scenery. We are on the main road to my parents’ house.
Fuck.
I let out a growl and then grind my bottom into the passenger seat, trying to get the friction I desperately need that I have yet to receive all day.
Growing frustrated as the seconds slip away, I whimper. “This isn’t going to work.”
“At least you’ll be ready to go later when I fuck you into next week.”
“If I don’t die from the wait.”
Collins chuckles at my misery. “Here’s your panties. Put them on.”
“Yes, sir.”
Feeling adventurous, I reach over and massage his cock through his shorts, feeling it come to life.
“Don’t tease me, Penelope.”
“Or what?” I challenge. “What are you going to do about it? Oh, I know. Nothing. And if you do end up spanking my ass red, then at least it will be festive as fuck to go with your blue balls.”
Sliding the panties back up my legs, I spend some extra time stroking myself.
“You are playing with fire.”
“Good thing for me, I love the burn.”