Chapter 17
Judge
It feels strange to be behind the wheel of a car again.
I’m so used to riding everywhere on my bike, rain or shine.
Being inside a vehicle always feels too close to being behind the wheel of a tank.
It brings back unwanted memories. But with a small child in tow, a car is the only option.
Mia is fast asleep in the back, her innocent face slack, the pacifier in her mouth hanging on by a thread.
I’m acutely aware of Lena’s presence beside me, and Big Joe’s parting words ring in my ears. He held me back as we left. “Take care of them,” he told me—a loving parent warning the new boyfriend not to hurt their precious child. Only I’m not Lena’s boyfriend. I’m not anything to her.
The others have all made their moves. Shot their shots and scored. Lena has proven to be interested in our unique sexual preferences, at least with the others. So what’s holding me back?
“Just tell her you’re into her, make a move, she’s already told us she’s interested,” Cole told me.
But I don’t want to fuck this up. There’s a very real possibility that Lena is the one for us.
The girl we’ve been dreaming of. The other guys are all totally love-struck.
What if I’m the one who fucks it up for us all and scares her off?
Perhaps it’s better to leave things as they are.
Remain friends and let the others have her.
Easier said than done.
When Lena removes her sweater, I nearly crash as I catch a glimpse of her bare midriff as her top rides up. I get an erection like a schoolboy and have to shift in my seat awkwardly, trying to hide it.
“Are you okay?” Lena asks, no doubt wondering why I’m fidgeting like I’ve got something down my trousers.
“Yep, just got an itch.”
“Let me help,” she says, leaning over and scratching my back. “There?”
Holy shit, this isn’t helping. My cock strains against my pants. I’m overwhelmed by her, intoxicated by the smell of her. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to pull over and fuck her right here on the side of the road.
“Yep. You got it.”
Lena pulls back, looking hurt, no doubt picking up on the discomfort I felt with her touching me. If only she knew why.
“Is something wrong?”
“Nope.”
“There is,” she presses. “You can tell me.”
She places a gentle hand on my knee, and I lose it.
“It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to focus on the road and not pull over and fuck you. Being in cars triggers my PTSD, and I don’t like being touched, but all I can think about when you touch me is fucking you hard over the hood.” The words come out in a rush, quiet yet piercing.
“Oh,” she says softly.
Great. I’ve blown it.
The guys are going to fucking kill me.
“I didn’t know…”
“Well, now you do,” I say tersely, feeling like a fool.
“So then this would probably make things even worse,” she purrs breathily, stroking her hand up my thigh to land dangerously close to my cock.
Shock and surprise course through me as I try to process what’s happening. She’s not rejecting me.
“Yes, it would,” I reply, my cock growing harder.
“You’d probably hate this,” she adds, leaning close, her breath tickling my ear as she nuzzles my earlobe.
I let out a sharp hiss as I shudder under her touch. Fuck me, Lena is full of surprises. She starts to stroke my cock through my pants, and I grow so hard for her that it aches.
I’ve never been more grateful for the fact that we’re in a completely isolated area when she says, “I guess you’d better find somewhere secluded to pull over then.” I glance in the rearview, wondering about Mia. Lena follows my gaze. “She won’t wake up. She’s a heavy sleeper.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I pull over as soon as I can, finding a wooded area where no other cars are likely to come past. The second the engine is off, I pull Lena to me and kiss her.
She eagerly kisses me back, her mouth opening, and our tongues explore one another.
She unbuckles my belt, springing my rigid cock free and letting out a gasp of pleasure at the size.
She takes it in her hand, slender fingers making it seem massive in comparison, and strokes the length of it.
Breaking away from our kiss, she looks me in the eye before leaning her head down and taking me in her mouth.
Holy shit.
I’ve never known a woman to take charge like this. It’s unbelievably hot.
I let out a grunt of satisfaction. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman, and I’m worried I’ll blow my load before I can taste her, yet I can’t bring myself to tell her to stop just yet; it feels too goddamn incredible.
After a few minutes of her sucking and licking my cock like an ice cream, taking me deeper with each stroke, I finally force myself to stop at the brink of climax.
I grip her hair in my hand gently, cupping her head in my hand.
She moans, excited by this, and I allow myself a moment to do what she expects, pushing her head down a little lower and holding her there for the briefest of seconds before guiding her back up. She looks at me in confusion.
“Outside,” I manage to grunt.
There’s a flicker of surprise followed by excitement as she realizes I was serious about fucking her over the hood of the car. By the time I’ve put my cock back in my pants and left the car, first making sure Mia really is fast asleep as promised, Lena is sitting on the hood waiting for me.
My mouth greedily captures her again, and I can taste my own arousal on her lips.
She presses her breasts against me, and I wish I could undress her fully, see her naked in all her glory, and take my time to pleasure her in ways she can’t even imagine.
But for now, time isn’t on our side. As unlikely as someone is to come along and discover us mid sex, we can’t linger here for many reasons.
She wriggles out of her panties, stating, “Good job I wore a skirt today,” before cheekily throwing them at me.
Although we don’t have much time, I can’t resist burying my head beneath those sweet thighs to taste her.
She’s soaking wet already for me, and I feel a rush of triumph over that.
I pull her closer, clamping her thighs tight around my head as I delve my tongue into her core, licking and tasting every inch of her.
She moans, throwing her head back, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
I love this side of her, seeing her let go. She’s wild, beautiful, and powerful.
This is what men go to war for, I think. I’d fight and die for her.
She holds my head there, burying her nails in my hair as she cries out. “I’m gonna cum!” Lena shudders as she finds her release, and I lap up every last drop. The taste of her only makes my cock harder. “Fuck me, Judge,” she pleads.
I’m more than happy to oblige. “Turn over,” I command.
She does as she’s told without hesitation, turning so she’s bent over the hood, feet planted on the ground, and her perfect ass in the air.
Releasing my throbbing erection, I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her bent over, her perfect pussy glistening with arousal, before positioning my cock at the entrance of her slit.
I enter her slowly, making sure she is comfortable and giving her body time to accommodate my size.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she moans as I delve in deeper. I’m worried I’m hurting her, so I stop, pulling back slightly. “No. Don’t you dare stop. I want all of you. I want you to fuck me hard,” she moans.
I nearly explode as she says this. I never expected Lena to be so commanding, so dirty. I’m a big fan.
I’m not much of a talker, in or out of the bedroom, but the words, “Fuck, yes, Lena,” tumble from my lips.
“Does it feel good?” she asks breathily as if she needs my approval.
“Fuck yes, your pussy is so fucking wet,” I grunt as I push myself in to the hilt.
“Oh my god, yes, Judge! More!”
With those words, I allow myself to let go, to stop thinking about our surroundings, or the risk of being caught, and I focus only on Lena. On her. Nothing else matters.
I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her again and again, watching her ass jiggle and hearing the metal of the hood bending under her in between her cries of pleasure as I pull her hair and she begs for more. I give her everything I’ve got.
It doesn’t take long for her to find her climax again. I feel her pussy tighten and clench as she cums again and again on my cock, growing even slicker as I continue to slam into her, skin slapping against skin.
“Cum for me, Judge,” she commands.
I’m helpless against her. I’d walk into fire if she willed it. I cum harder than I’ve ever cum before, seeing stars and completely forgetting everything else but her in those moments.
It takes seconds for us to get dressed and rearrange ourselves, looking as if nothing has happened apart from the post orgasm glow on Lena’s cheeks. But for me, my entire world has changed, and nothing will be the same again.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
How can I put into words how I feel? How incredible and earth-shattering that was? How amazing she is. How much I want her, all of her. How helplessly under her spell I am. I can’t, so I don’t try to.
“I’m thinking that maybe driving in cars isn’t so bad after all.”