Chapter 23
“Are we there yet?”
“No,” Ben says. I can hear the strain in his voice as he fights off a sigh.
I don’t blame him, it’s the seventh time I’ve asked.
I sink further into the passenger seat of the Range Rover, still miffed that he pulled up in this instead of his Jaguar to take us to Southampton.
He reaches a hand across the console, palm upturned for me. And as much as I love the sight of him driving one handed, it sends a jab of anxiety racing through me. I lay my hand in his before grabbing and turning it over to lay on my thigh. The heat of him sinks through my jeans and he gives me a squeeze, his gaze flickering toward me before turning back to the road.
“Sorry, I should have mentioned that I hate long car rides.”
“The entire trip is only an hour and forty-five minutes.”
“And that is an hour too long, obviously.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, unconvinced.
I shift around, leaning toward him.
A minute later, I shift again. I try counting the cars, looking for specific colors, picking out the clouds in the sky as they roll past, listening for the hum of the semis that vibrate the road as we pass. But none of it helps organize my thoughts from spilling everywhere all at once.
It’s exhausting.
I shift around again, the inexplicable urge to ask if we’re there yet lingers on my tongue as my restlessness grows with each silent turn of the numbers on the clock.
A teal blue car slides ahead of us in the right lane and I hear the blink of the turn signal, watching the highway disappear as we take an off ramp. The GPS I’ve been ignoring on his phone dings, and I sit up a little straighter.
“What are you doing?”
“Not me, us.”
“Okay, what are we doing?”
“We’re going to park at the very back of this truck stop to our left, hope that my illegally tinted windows are worth the money, and you’re going to sit on my cock in the backseat.”
“What?”
He gives me a hard squeeze, dragging my leg open and to the side. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
His touch drifts up to the apex of my thighs where I’m already burning for him after one sentence. The ridge of his knuckles press against my pussy and I squirm, wishing I’d worn a skirt instead of planning to change when we got there.
Ben turns into the truck stop, and I arch up against his fingers as they brush over me through the denim. It’s such a fleeting touch, though it sends sparks of pleasure up my spine, and I miss it when he pulls away to park the car. But I’m pressing the button on my seatbelt and flinging it over my shoulder to scramble over the center console into the backseat before he’s even finished putting it in park.
“Eager for someone always questioning my orders.”
“I trust you though,” I say, dragging my pants over my hips with the button and zipper barely undone in my haste. I kick off my shoes, leaving my socks on, and press my legs together as Ben exits the car and opens the back only a second later, climbing onto the seat next to me, the space suddenly so much smaller.
The quiet of the car, the chill of the air with the engine off and doors locked, is intense in the moment as I lift my shirt off while Ben pulls his overhead. I keep my undergarments on, climbing into the space of his lap as he unbuttons and pulls his jeans open.
“So fucking eager for my cock,” he breathes, like he’s breathless in anticipation for it as well.
“Always.” I hover over the space of his lap where he’s half-hard in his boxer briefs leaning forward, my fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. I brush upward, enjoying the way his abdominals jump in delight under my touch.
I tuck my feet under his thighs, and even though I’m nearly vibrating for want of him, I want to touch him, want to see the way his eyes go dark and his head falls back against the seat—Just. Like. That.
“Ben,” I call as my fingers wrap around his throat, a rush of power thrumming through my veins. His breath comes in a pant, his cock straining up against the space between us now. I flex my hips, rubbing the wet seam of my panties over the head of his cock.
“Tighter,” he demands. “Take my cock out and stroke it.”
I increase the pressure of my fingers around his throat and delight in the way his pupils blow even wider, my mouth curving into a grin. No wonder he likes the way I look when I beg for it, too.
I reach into his boxers, grabbing hold of his cock, hard and hot beneath my touch, and pull it out. He lets out a hiss through clenched teeth as I grip him tight from the get-go, stroking from root to top, twisting my wrist at the head of his cock.
“Fuck.” He shudders, hips bucking up into my hand, cock pulsing under the pressing of my thumb as I swipe it over the tip through the mess of precum leaking from the slit.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask, fingers flexing around his throat and cock as I lean in to press my lips against his in a whisper of a kiss.
“Yes,” Ben pants, tongue darting out to lick at my lips, like he’s trying to steal the breath from my lungs.
“How much?”
His cock jumps in my grip when I squeeze tight at the base, his hips flexing as he groans. He grabs hold of the car seat with one hand, the other snaking up underneath my bralette, twisting the fabric in his hold and yanking me back. “Too much, it makes me lose my fucking mind.”
His grip pulls the satin and lace tight on my chest against my aching nipples and the jewelry swirling through them. I drop my hold on his cock and throat as he makes a noise of protest, but I have enough trouble multitasking as it is. My hands scramble at his thighs as my hips slide up over his cock, grinding down against him as he shifts up to rub against my pussy.
And it feels bone-shatteringly good.
“Oh shit,” I moan. “Can we fuck now?”
“Back to being my eager little slut, huh? Sink that wet fucking pussy on my cock.”
He lets go of my bralette to grab at my hips, pulling me in close enough for our breath to mingle. He smells like the cherry cola he stole a swig of from me earlier. I lick into his mouth, chasing the swipe of his tongue and the taste of the road trip candy I insisted we had to have. He’s sinfully sweet, just the way I like it.
I shimmy my hips, lifting up and grabbing hold of his cock again and stroking once more. Ben’s chest heaves with a breath as my thumb swipes over his slit incessantly, teasing the head of his cock and gathering the sticky precum.
Normally I’d spread it over my own tongue because I love the taste of him, but today…
“Open up first, stick out your tongue.”
“Emmeline,” he hedges, giving me a wary glance as his eyes shift down to my fingers. But I grab his chin with my other hand and hold tight. His gaze snaps back to my face, flickering between my eyes and mouth, war raging beneath his skin in the way he shifts beneath me.
“For me?” I ask, my chest tight with anticipation.
He stares at me with determination in his gaze, his shoulders relaxing back against the seat and does exactly as I ask.
“Good boy,” I say with delight, laying my fingers on his tongue and spreading the web of his precum over his tongue.
He grunts and his face twists the littlest bit, but he doesn’t protest much more than that. Certainly no visceral reaction that he hated it, if his cock pulsing in my grip is any indication.
I lean in and give him a kiss when he closes his mouth before pushing off his jaw with my hand to reach down and pull my soaked panties to the side.
If I were a stronger person I’d tease him some more, play up the position of power he’s handed me during this barely-there scene in the back of his car. But I’m too desperate, too far gone to play around anymore than I already have. I lift higher up on my knees and settle over him.
With his cock nudging at my entrance, I lower down only a few inches before his hands fly to my hips and grab hold. Even with how wet I am, there’s been no extensive foreplay, no orgasms to pave the way this time, and he feels so fucking huge that it halts me.
“That’s it. Relax. You can take all of me,” Ben encourages, his voice low and slow. It melts my insides as I lean into him, hands resting on his shoulders.
Our breath combines in the quiet space of the car, and my bangs are sticking to my forehead. I already know it’s going to be a bitch to get my jeans back on after this. One breath in, one breath out, and I lower down again, shifting my hips up and down until the glide of his cock is easier within my walls and I’m fully seated.
“You feel so good squeezing my cock. Did you miss me?”
I tuck my feet back under his thighs, pushing my knees wide until my legs burn, and plant my weight against the seat of the car to lift myself up and drop back down.
Heat spreads like wildfire through my veins, curling and licking all the derelict spots that haven’t seen any attention since, well, three days ago, to be exact.
He has me out here acting a fool for him when it’s been less than a week since he touched me like this. He saw me and told me I looked beautiful even when I was wearing my favorite white top—the one I never leave the house in, because it has a red stain on the chest from some spaghetti, but love too much to throw out.
“Yes, I missed you.” Even though he made it clear before the gala that I need to enjoy the present, I follow his lead wherever he’s willing to take me, like a lamb to slaughter.
He grips my hips, pulling me in a hard roll against his pelvis, my clit rubbing against him with the wet satin of my panties as added friction, but it’s not going to be enough. Not like this. Not here.
My nails dig into Ben’s shoulders, and I hear his hiss as I glance around the windows for the eyes of people who aren’t there, but I still feel like sandpaper all over my skin anyway.
“How many times do you want to come on my cock before I fill you up?”
I glance over my shoulder at my jeans as I bounce on his cock before dragging one of his hands from my hip to the front of my panties.
“Two.” I don’t mention that he’s not cumming inside me, though. I like these jeans too much for that, even if he has something to clean up with.
“You sure that’s all this greedy little pussy wants?” He slips his hand beneath my panties, fingers smoothing through the trimmed hair over my mound, and down over my labia to trace around where we’re joined.
It sends little pulses of pleasure through my limbs like an electric current, magnified by the way his cock hits every part of me I’m always aching for.
“We’re short on time,” I say, head tipping back as I gape at the beige ceiling of the car. He slicks his now wet fingers up over my clit to trace slow circles.
“Baby, I’d stay here all day if it’s what you wanted.”
I’m sure he would. Though the back of the car is not going to be it for a post-sex cuddle.
I suck in a breath, spine bending me forward as he rubs over my clit with a deep, slow pressure that has me spasming. “It’s barely the afternoon, I want to see around town.”
“Well then, you better fucking come on my cock, little bird.” His voice is a growl into the shell of my ear, his breath tickling my skin and sending a shudder all the way down my spine that burns in my center.
I’m already there.
“Oh fuck, yes—I’m gonna come.” He traces over my clit, up and around as he shifts his hips up from below me since I’ve become lifeless in his lap, frozen up as those tendrils of pleasure start to burst forth and wind around me pulling tighter.
He makes a noise of affirmation, continuing the same movement and speed. It’s only a few more passes over my clit before my vision begins to white out as pleasure consumes my entire being. It’s toe-curling, drool-spilling-over-my-bottom-lip good as I begin to shake in his hold.
It always feels so much like floating with him. He pulls me back down the flow of gravity with his fingers soothing my tender, swollen clit again.
“Harder. Faster,” I demand, because now I need more. I need it to twinge on the edge of pain, riding the last waves of my orgasm to jump to the next instead of starting from the beginning all over.
“I love a girl who knows what she wants,” he says, and I nearly convulse in his lap with the way my spine seizes up.
“And I fucking want you.” The words drop from my lips before I can stop them. I have to grab hold of his hair, fingers sinking in and pulling tight like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this plane of existence.
“Ride my cock again, Emmeline.”
He pulls me back into myself with a sharp pinch to my clit and it has my legs shaking, trembling with the way I’m already on the precipice of jumping head first into the soothing cool of another orgasm.
I lift up and down from his cock, never quite letting him slide all the way home, but it hits one of the spots that makes my chest tight and skin tingle. And with the way Ben’s breathing, I don’t think he minds the tease along the head of his cock.
His fingers brush directly over my clit, the nerves inside me lighting up further, and everything feels raw and fraying at the edges until I’m one spark away from a full blaze again.
“I’m gonna come again already,” I say, like he doesn’t already know with the way my pussy is clamping down around him and my limbs are growing stiff and shaky all at once. “And after I can fucking move, I’m getting down on my knees to swallow down your cum.”
His cock kicks inside me, hips thrusting up harder where he’s helping me along. His hand trembles against my clit before pressing in more firmly, pinching and rubbing over the bundle of nerves with even more fervor.
“You’d better be quick about it then.”
“Which one?”
“Fucking both,” he groans, lips at my ear and neck. My skin heats up further, and I feel like I’m suffocating.
Remind me never to get hot and heavy in the back of the car on a summer day or I might have a stroke.
“Oh yeah?” I coo, leaning into his neck and letting my lips skim up his throat and jaw, nipping at the skin on the way to his ear. “You worried you’re gonna blow all that delicious cum in this pussy before I can get my mouth on you?”
He tenses underneath me, fingers slipping over my clit and other hand digging in harshly in my hip to roll me over his cock against his hand. It sends a heady rush swirling through my veins, lighting the fuse for the ticking time bomb on my own impending explosion.
“No,” he says gruffly, almost a growl. “I’m gonna come down that slutty little throat just the way you want. That way you can walk around with my cum in your belly the rest of the day. You seem to enjoy that.”
He enjoys it, too, fucking bastard. But my breath catches in my chest, words halting in my throat when he slams me down on his cock and grinds my hips over him. His fingers pinch and tug my clit. The pleasure feels so white hot, it burns all along the edges of my sanity until I’m not sure there will be anything left when everything settles back into place.
“Fucking—” A hiccup bubbles up my throat as I dig my nails into his shoulders. He hisses once more, but doesn’t let up, keeping the same delicious pace with both his fingers and the thrust of his hips as I struggle to even move my own. “Hurts.”
“And what color does it bleed, baby?”
“Green,” I say, breathless.
“And if everyone could see you right now, they’d be burning with envy—coming on my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
He eases up on my clit just a bit, one feather light touch directly over the swollen flesh, stroking all the way up. Goosebumps break out over my arms and neck even when I feel so hot all over. And then I break apart, those fraying pieces splintering like glass once more. It makes me go still in his lap, rigid and boneless all at once as my pleasure twists and turns through the dark parts of me, lighting me up from the inside out.
“There it is,” Ben soothes, though I can feel the tremble in his voice as his lips press to my neck. I blink rapidly, trying to pull myself together enough to have some semblance of thought.
I sit up, lifting onto my knees and let his cock pop free of my pussy, even if that makes my heart want to fucking weep.
“Keep it together. One more minute,” I tell him, licking my lips as I shuffle backward as awkwardly as a newborn giraffe, lowering to the floor between his thighs as he spreads them for me.
“Less than,” he grits out. His brows are pinched together, cheeks flushed down into his collarbone as he reaches down to squeeze the base of his cock and hold tight until I can get into place.
“It’s okay, give it to me, Daddy. Feed me your cum.”
Just as I lean in, my mouth over his cock, he rumbles out the hottest moan he’s given me this entire time we’ve been together, and my pussy fucking flutters like the bitch she is. Greedy slut.
“Don’t fucking swallow. I want to see my cum in your mouth.”
I hum around his cock, tasting myself on him, and he throbs as I slide further down. But it’s only another few seconds before Ben’s fisting my hair and pulling me back until only the head of his cock is resting between my lips, and he’s pumping my mouth full of cum.
Holding my jaw lax, I wait until he’s spent and suck the head of his cock for the last remnants as I pull away before tipping my chin up to him and sticking my tongue out.
He gazes down at me with an easy affection, his eyes half-lidded, chest still heaving with each dragging breath. He pets down the length of my hair, tugging my head further back as I tilt my head toward the ceiling.
“Atta girl,” he says, then sits up straight and leans deeply over me before spitting straight onto my outstretched tongue. His spit and cum splatter over onto my chin just a bit. “Now swallow it all down.”
I do so gladly.
My tongue runs over my lips, my thumb collecting the drops on my chin, not wanting to waste a drop, but he reaches out and snatches my wrist. His eyes drop from my mouth to my hand and I stare as he brings my thumb to his mouth, popping the wet digit covered in his cum and spit between his lips. His tongue swipes over me, tasting himself.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.