Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Laney
Passenger Princess
“She was powerful and graceful and just fucking fierce!” I am so excited I can’t help but skip out ahead of Miguel to the parking lot.
Isla was amazing. She flew across the ice in a badass outfit with sparkles and curves of fabric and did these incredible spins and jumps and let her partner, Spencer, just throw her around while skating at top speed across the ice.
Amazing. The three foot strawberry licorice rope I made Miguel buy me might also be working its way through my bloodstream, fueling my enthusiasm.
“And like, you can just tell she’s a natural. ”
“So are you.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, no. I can’t skate for shit. I tried with Dee a few seasons ago when her team had an employee family skate day. Impossible.”
He laughs. “No Laney, I meant with your sport.”
“Oh.” I slow as we reach the truck. Instead of going around to his side Miguel steps up next to my door.
“Yeah, oh.” My breath stutters as his fingers trace the hem of my dress, flicking up to the little bow that holds the hem an inch higher than the rest. I saw him staring at this same spot several times throughout the night. “This dress is something else.”
“I think Dee had some dirty intentions for it.” I admit and if she didn’t we need to have a chat about appropriate clothing choices in professional settings.
“I don’t want to talk about Dee right now.” He whispers against me and his palm travels up my thigh and slides under to the matching red lace thong.
Miguel lifts his head and checks for other people in the parking lot before hooking a finger into the fabric and yanking it down my legs. He lets it drop around my ankles.
He holds my waist as I step one foot out and then kick my other foot up to pull the panties off completely.
“These are mine now.” He says as he palms them and shoves them into his front pocket.
“Am I not wearing underwear for the ride home?”
“No, and not for the rest of the night.” He says. Then he pops open the door. “In.”
“Yes Coach.” I bite my lip as I move slowly to stand on the running board to get in. I pop my ass back against him as I go.
I hear the rumble in his chest and smile, satisfied with myself. If he can turn me on and not follow through I can do the same.
But before I sit down his palm cracks across my ass and I yelp.
“Be a good girl or there’s more where that came from.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.” I say and he visibly bites his tongue before walking around the front of the truck to his side.
“Not a bad thing Laney, but imagine riding 115 miles on your bike tomorrow with a sore ass.”
“Good point. Maybe you can create a spank bank and I can cash in later.” I keep my tone as flat and matter of fact as possible until I can’t. I crack at my joke and sputter out a laugh.
“What am I going to do with you?” He laments.
“I have a few ideas.” I giggle again.
“You’re high on sugar.” He laughs too. “I knew that candy was a bad idea.”
“Nooo, it was so yummy. I’ll behave.” I squeeze my legs together and sit up straight.
“Well, that is the opposite of what I want.” Miguel says as he merges into traffic from the parking lot.
“What do you want then?”
“I want a head start on our night.” He says as his hand slides up the inside of my thighs. I let them fall open for him. “Fuck Princess, you’re wet already.”
“I can’t help it, Coach, you’re an incredibly sexy man.” I let my fingers trace circles up his arm until I can comb them through his hair, dragging my nails against his head.
“All I want is to make you feel good.” He admits and I feel my arousal surge.
“You do, you do make me feel so good. Here, everywhere.” And I realize just how much I’ve come to rely on Miguel and his support. His encouragement, his planning. This is more than mind numbing sex. We share an incredible connection and I don’t know how I can live without it.
“Here?” He asks as his finger traces along my opening.
“Yes.” I whisper as my heart hammers in my chest.
“If I get you off in the car now will you be ready to go again in the room?”
“Yes.” Without a doubt.
“Good girl.” He curls two fingers inside me and pumps twice before pulling out and adding another. I press my clit along the heel of his hand as he works me and I white knuckle the “Oh Shit” handle above the window in my attempt not to float away.
We pull up to a stoplight and Miguel takes the opportunity to lean over and kiss me, while I’m still impaled on his fingers. I feel my insides contract and he smiles against my lips.
“There already, Princess?” He asks as he pulls away.
“Yes Miguel, shit, your hands fucking wreck me.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he starts to pull his hand out.
“No, no, wait, don’t stop.”
“Patience Laney. I’ll take care of you.”
My clit is throbbing as Miguel brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them inside.
He drives another block before his hand finds its way between my thighs again and rubs along my seam to my clit. I open my legs as wide as the seat will let me and slump down in order to give him as much access as possible.
My nipples are rock hard as they grate against the stiff denim jacket and the lace of the dress. I reach up to grip them hard into my palm for some relief.
“Ah, ah, ah Laney, no touching.” He’d wag a finger in my face if it wasn’t buried in my pussy.
“Miguel, please.” I beg. Drawing out my plea.
“We’re almost there.”
I clench my fists as my body coils and becomes desperate for release.
I may be an endurance sport athlete but I do not need my orgasms to take any longer than absolutely necessary. I’m not trying to set any edging records here.
The truck turns into the hotel parking lot and centripetal motion has me leaning towards Miguel. His fingers scissor inside me as he pumps his hand and my legs begin to tremble.
“Finish.” He commands as he uses one hand to turn us into a parking space. My eyes squeeze shut as the force of my orgasm causes my back to arch away from the seat and the belt locks keeping me constricted.
I’m a panting mess as he put the truck in park.
“How do you just, like, do that?” I ask between breaths.
“Do what?”
“Tell me when to finish, and then I do?”
“I can feel you closing in on me. I can feel you hanging on to that last thread of sanity.” He turns in his seat and brushes some hair away from my face. “I can read your body Laney, sometimes better than my own.”
“Well, you’re a star student, Mr. Garcia.”
His pupils dilate until all I see is black in the dark parking lot.
“Get inside and call me that again.”
Excitement thunders through me as I blindly reach for the door handle. His playfulness pairs perfectly with his tenacity and being with him is simply exciting.
It’s new, and fun, and he is devoted to my pleasure.
And after looking out for myself for years it feels indulgent to let go of the reins a little and let him take charge.