Chapter 24 #2
My thighs clench, and my eyes fight to flutter shut, but I don’t let them. Too late to hide the visceral reaction though, because his hand tightens further on my thigh and a feral grin emerges above his hardened jaw. At least he can’t feel what’s happening inside of me, that’d be a dead giveaway.
“Bet that pussy is already begging for me, isn’t it?”
“Begging for some time away from you,” I shoot back, biting back my smile at the feeling of normalcy this brings.
“Still sore?” he mocks.
I can never win with him.
Every time I think I get him, he hits back with something else.
“I can go easy on you, if that’s what you need,” he offers, and I scowl out the window. “But you don’t seem like a woman who wants anything soft or easy.” His chest rumbles, his voice more of a purr at this point.
Wilder’s thick fingers slide up my leg, still gripping the meat of my thigh in a hold that’s almost painful. The vice of his hand slips higher, higher, the pressure all I can focus on as he continues navigating, his eyes on the road, while he deconstructs my molecules with just five fingers.
“What am I going to find when I get to feel that cunt?”
My back arches ever so slightly in my seat as I suck in more oxygen than usual, trying to quell the sting blooming beneath his words, my nipples aching for attention already.
“Will she drip on my fingers?”
He slides the back of his fingers across the swell of my hips and stomach, trailing down toward my zipper, and then going right past it.
“Will I have to stretch her out? Make room for my cock?”
A low moan sounds, and my cheeks heat when I realize it was from me.
Wilder presses the backs of his fingers against the seam between my legs, not waiting for me to spread my thighs—as if there’s room in this seat for me to let him in.
He makes room, forcing his hand in between my thighs, creating a path for himself, until his hand is pressed directly against my cunt. He taps with surprising pressure as he keeps talking.
“Will she be sweet for me? Or will she need some discipline?”
My thighs part as best they can, opening for him, begging him for more, but he moves on his terms with the sun starting to sink in the sky above.
His knuckles start rubbing, pressing in harder on my clit, and going softer over my core, where I want him to go the hardest.
“She’s not going to come too soon, is she, Alexis?”
Moaning, I slip down in the seat, giving him better access, arching my back.
“Will she come all over my hand, or my face when I finally let her?” he asks, voice gravelly and dangerous.
I mewl at the picture he paints for me, his head between my thighs, my hand in his hair, his instructions to grip it harder if I want more, softer when I want it slower. When he had me do that the other night, I nearly made him bald.
Out here, in the wild, I want his hand in between my legs, his fingers plunging into me, thick and deep, able to find that spot that my own can never reach with the curves that get in their way.
“What if I get the job done first?” I ask him, taunting the shadows that hide in his eyes.
His gaze finally breaks away from the road, jaw clenched tight, cheek popping from the force, to look over at me.
When I have his full attention, I unbutton the top of my shirt, all the way down to my bra.
His Adam’s apple bobs, eyes dipping down between my cleavage, and I trail my fingers there.
Glancing back at the road, he licks his lips before coming back to me, and I pull the cup of my bra down on one side, leaving it below my breast to let him see what he’s missing. My nipple is already budded, desperate for the feel of his tongue, his teeth, anything he wants to give me.
Or maybe I’ll just do it myself.
Using two fingers, I tweak it, and I don’t hold back when the pleasure runs through my body, straight to my core.
“Mmm,” I moan, head back on the rest, eyes closing as I fall into the moment with myself, like I’ve done for all these years.
His fingers are still against my core, but he’s stopped moving them, distracted by my show.
Flicking my eyes open again to check on the road, I see that he’s somehow keeping us between the lines, his eyes darting between me and the open, empty asphalt every second or two.
He brings his hand back over to readjust himself, and I take my chance.
I reach down, unbuttoning my jeans, and dragging down the fly slow enough that he hears every ridge as it unzips.
“What if I’m already done by the time you get where we’re going?” I ask him, pitch low and throaty.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns, a monster rising to life somewhere inside him.
“Who’s gonna stop me?” I ask him, eyes daring him to make a move when we’re on a two-lane road with no shoulder to pull off on.
Slipping one hand beneath my underwear, I dip my fingers into the soaking mess that’s waiting there and groan, my other hand coming back to play with my exposed nipple.
“Lexi.” It’s more of an order this time, but I ignore it.
“God, yes,” I tease him. “Say my name again, Wilder.”
Plunging my fingers into my core, I drag the wetness up to my clit and begin rubbing with two fingers, firm circles, the way he likes to do to me with his tongue.
“Alexis,” he growls, and I feel his timbre scrape across my flesh.
“Yes,” I moan, head back, breast filling my hand as I play solo. “Like that,” I whisper, whether for him or me, I’m not sure and I don’t care.
“God dammit,” he breathes out.
I hear the accelerator kick into overdrive and my body lurches as his lead foot speeds us down the curved road.
“I don’t think you’re going to make it in time,” I whimper, already feeling the tremors closing in on me.
The release I need, with how wound up I’ve been, the feel of getting the upper hand over this man for once in my goddamn life, fuck, it’s so close after just a couple of touches.
“Don’t you dare come before I’m inside you,” he orders, one hand coming back to hold mine in place where I’m still trying to get what I need.
Turning my head to make direct eye contact with him, I start to rotate my hips over both of our hands, getting even louder, making sure he can hear the noises as I slip over my own skin.
Using his strength, he wrenches my hand from between my legs and holds it to my chest. I slip my other hand down instead and pick up right where I left off, only getting hotter, seeing him frustrated for once since I’ve known him.
His eyes flash with something like anger as he takes in what I’m doing, the endless mountain road before us, and then he slams on the brakes.
“What?” I can’t get the question out, I’m breathless from the way the seat belt digs into me, holding me in place as he brings us to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.
“I’m not fucking playing, Lexi.”
He uses his second hand to shackle my other wrist, and brings one to his mouth, tasting the mess on my fingers, before biting down on my fingers.
“This is for me,” he says, eyes looking deep into mine as he takes one entire finger of mine into his mouth and sucks it clean. “You need something, you get it from me.”
Putting on the hazard lights, he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open the driver side door, slamming it behind him before rounding the car to my side and yanking it open.
Reaching over my body to unbuckle me, he ignores my protests, removing the restraint and pulling me out of the vehicle, straight over his shoulder, ass in the air.
My breast is still out and my bra digs in painfully in this position, but he doesn’t care.
Hanging upside down, he carries me to the back of the SUV, waiting impatiently for the trunk to lift up before tossing me inside of it.
Climbing in after me, he closes the door with the press of a button and prowls closer, the vehicle barely tall enough for us both, even when I’m leaned back and he’s hovering over me.
“I fucking told you,” he growls in my face, tongue coming out to lick the side of my neck possessively, near ferocious. “Mine,” he repeats.
He slides down my body, diving between my legs and pushing his tongue into the opening of my zipper, licking anything he can reach.
It’s animalistic, and urgent, and absolutely filthy.
Like he’s claiming me. It’s not just my pussy he’s after. It’s all of me.
His hands yank on the sides of my jeans, pulling them off of me, even beneath his own body weight, until I’m revealed to him, and then he slaps the top of my pussy.
I yelp in shock, completely unprepared, but it doesn’t phase him.
My underwear comes off next, and then his face is pressed to my core, inhaling my scent as I moan. His tongue comes back out, parting me, licking up everything that’s waiting for him there, and I do my best to watch, frozen in place by the feel of him, by the weight of him holding me down.
“God, yes,” I urge him on as his tongue finds my clit and he flicks it with the tip. “I need this,” I beg.
One hand slides up over the curve of my stomach, and he grips my breast that’s still exposed, taking all of it in his large palm, fingers digging into my skin until it turns white around him.
“Yes,” I moan, rocking against his face, thrusting my chest up into his hand, needing him to be rougher with me.
Wilder swirls his tongue over my clit again, delicate and teasing, and I whimper, legs clamping around his head.
He pulls back, a wicked grin on his face.
“You think you’re about to come after what you just pulled?”
Before I can moan in dismay, he plunges two of those fingers into me, rough as I need him to be, and he scissors them inside of me, stretching.
My head falls back, chest heaving, and my knees fall open as my breaths falter.
He curls those fingers, pressing on my front wall until he finds the spot that craves his touch, and he gives it to me for just a few seconds too short to shatter me.
“You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on,” he demands, fingers delving back inside of me, delicious friction right where I need him, before pulling back again.
“Or you’re going to get punished.”