Chapter 12 #2
“Now.” Tripp’s hoarse voice whispering in my ear as he gets closer to my pussy nearly has me steering us into the ditch.
“Good girl. And now you’ll shift to first while my foot’s down.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head at the good girl comment and I do what he says. “You ain’t playin’ fair.”
His finger peeks underneath my underwear and brushes over my clit. “Stay focused. There’s headlights ahead.”
“Then you better stop distractin’ me.”
“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about…” His tongue glides up my neck and his teeth graze my earlobe. He presses on the gas, and I instinctively shift into second once he speeds up.
When the pads of his fingers rub harder, I rock against him faster.
Two can play this game.
“I think you’re gettin’ the hang of it. You ready to try the clutch?”
“I don’t think I can reach it.” I stretch out my legs and my heel just barely touches it.
“Sit up a little.”
As soon as I do, he moves the seat forward and then palms the outside of my thighs, guiding me back down on his lap while sliding my dress up to my hips.
“Now put your foot on the pedal and shift.”
“You want me to do both?” My hand-eye coordination is questionable on a good day but trying to focus when his hands are on me?
He pulls his feet back to give me room. Headlights in the rearview mirror make me panic.
“Tripp, someone’s behind us.”
“Then you better drive, Sunny. Once you press on the clutch, let the gas pedal come up naturally without takin’ off your foot. Then shift into second and let up on the clutch as you give it more gas.”
He might as well be speaking to me in French.
But I comply and when I hear the engine choking, I know I need to shift again.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, coaxing his fingers along my slit and making me melt against him.
My anxiety can’t handle the pressure of focusing on driving and his hand inside my panties. He’s going to make me crash into a tree if he continues torturing me.
“Oh shit.” The truck makes a weird noise when I fuck up the clutch-gas-shifting trifecta.
“You’ve got this. Just stay focused.”
“That’d be a lot easier if you weren’t rubbing my pussy,” I say with a shaky breath.
He slides a finger inside, and I gasp at how deep he penetrates me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks while his thumb circles my clit.
I’m driving at a steady speed, so I only have to focus on staying on the road at this point.
Instead of responding, I rub my bare ass against his erection.
He growls against my neck, then teases me with a second finger. I moan until my head falls back and he cups my throat with his other hand.
“Eyes on the road, baby.”
My God. The way that word just shot tingles down my entire body as his fingers tighten under my jawline.
“I think it’s time we go to my house,” I beg him, wanting to drive us back toward town.
“Take a right up here. Press the clutch and release the gas as you downshift,” he reminds me, lowering one hand to the crease.
By some miracle, I do exactly that without grinding the gears and smoothly accelerate back up to speed once I’ve rounded the turn.
Now that I can pay attention to where his hands are touching, I’m close—insanely close—to losing control with the way he’s teasing me. Fingers pinch my nipples and the steady rhythm on my clit paired with his deep thrusting is driving me to the edge.
“Tripp…I’m—” The rest of the words die on a heavy exhale.
He removes the hand that was on my breast and takes the wheel as the other stays on my pussy.
His nose brushes my skin. “I’ve got you. Come on my hand, Sunny.”
And I do just that.
My body spasms, my head falls back against him, and his lips hover at my ear.
“Downshift, sweetheart. We need to pull over.”
Blinking roughly, I shake off the afterglow and palm the shifter. His fingers continue playing with me as my body shivers through the aftershocks.
“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever experienced,” he whispers.
“I coulda killed us,” I remind him.
He chuckles as we get his truck to the side of the road and park.
His fingers slide out from my panties, and when I glance over my shoulder, he sucks them between his lips.
“But what a way to die, huh? With the taste of you on my tongue.”
Rotating my body the best I can, I palm his face and slam my mouth down on his.
I wanted Tripp Hollis like this for as long as I can remember, and I’m done holding back.
“Lemme take care of that for ya…” I beg, rubbing over his erection, and he groans at the friction.
“There’s no rush, Sunny.” He captures a piece of my hair and wraps it behind my ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I sit up slightly until I can look into his piercing brown eyes. “You promise?”
Though I hate that I sound like a whiny, needy child, I’m terrified to lose him now that I finally have him.
He grips my chin, gazing deep into my soul. “I swear on our firstborn child.”
I snort out a laugh. “Not Chatty!”
He smirks, palming my face, and presses tender kisses to each of my eyelids. “I should drive you home before someone calls the sheriff for suspicious activity.”
Sighing, I nod. “And I’d hate for you to have to do more community service on my account.”
“You’d have to do it with me this time.” He winks. “But kickin’ Travis’s ass that night…was so fuckin’ worth it.”