Chapter 16 #2
The scenery passes by in a blur as I speed down the road, careful to keep an eye on where I’m going while simultaneously watching the pleasure flicker across her face with each stroke of my fingers.
Twisting my hand into an obscure angle, I do my best to rub her clit with my thumb.
She rewards me with a delicious moan I wish I could catch on my tongue.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. Her arousal soaks my fingers as it drips out of her. “Right there, Luce. Right”—she slaps her hand on the top of the car as she moans—“there.”
Seconds later, she’s writhing as she tries to keep herself upright, unabashedly grinding my hand while she rides out her release.
“Holy shit,” she breathes as I reluctantly remove my fingers from her, even though I ache to bring her to orgasm again, just to see how quickly I can.
Reaching down, Raina pulls up her panties before she drops down into the passenger seat again and grins.
There’s a pink flush painted on the apples of her cheeks that gives her an air of innocence, even though what we just did was anything but.
“Your turn,” she says mischievously, taking me by surprise as she turns in her seat and reaches for my belt buckle, working it quickly.
“Raina, you don’t have to,” I groan when she pulls my length from my slacks and wraps her fist around it. I’m afraid I might come on the spot from how turned on I am. “Fuck,” I mutter as she starts pumping me.
Instinctually, I adjust myself in my seat so I’m in a slightly more relaxed position, and force myself to keep my eyes on the road instead of watching her hand work my shaft from base to tip.
Tucking her legs beneath her, Raina leans over the center console and wraps her lips around my cock.
My soul leaves my body as she swirls her tongue around the tip before pushing her head lower, taking me down her throat.
My body’s natural reaction is to thrust upward, relishing in the way she takes me, but this impairs my driving, causing me to swerve slightly.
Righting the car, I’m grateful that we seem to be the only ones on the road as Raina goes to town on my cock like it’s her favorite lollipop.
“Fuck, baby, I’m getting so close,” I groan, urging her on. She moans in response, and from my peripheral, I see her reach her hand between her legs. She mewls against me as she touches herself, and it takes everything I have not to pull onto the side of the road and bend her over the car.
Instead, I glance over at her hand, hidden beneath her dress, and picture what’s happening beneath it.
Instantly, I spill into Raina’s mouth before I can even utter a warning, and I’m not sure why I expected her to not swallow, but she grants me with another surprise as I feel her suction intensify while she cleans up every last drop.
When she tucks me back into my pants, her eyes glitter as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes. I weave the hand not holding the steering wheel into her hair. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now.”
“I know,” she muses, pressing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Keep your eyes on the road.”
“I’d rather watch you.”
“Who knew it’d only take a little bit of road head to change your mood around,” Raina teases, and I glare at her. There’s a wide smile on her face as she shoves her feet back into her boots, then leans back in her seat and puts her seatbelt back on.
Up ahead, Ribera del Duero comes into view, and I know we only have about five more minutes together.
But I’m not done with her.
“Spread your legs.” My hand slides down the inside of her thigh, and she obliges. Once again, I pull her panties to the side and stroke her, meeting no resistance as she leans her head back against the headrest. Immediately I’m hard again.
This time, though, I’m in no hurry to bring her to orgasm. In fact, I probably won’t. In less than five minutes she’ll be on Javier’s arm, pretending to be his wife, and it’ll be far more satisfying for me to pretend to be her brother while knowing how much she’s wanting my touch.
And I’ll get to sit in the back of the church, knowing her panties are a mess and her clit is throbbing because of her desire for me.
I thrust my fingers slowly inside her, my pace slow and deliberate so it keeps her moaning, but not finding another release.
“Luce, please, don’t stop. Don’t go,” she lets out a long groan, hardly able to finish her sentence, “to the church.”
Up ahead, I can see Javier pacing on the sidewalk with his hands behind his back. As he lifts his wrist to check his watch, I glance at the clock on the dashboard. We’re five minutes late.
Oops.
“It’s too late, baby. We’re here.” I pull alongside the curb, into the open space right in front that Javier must have saved for us.
“You’re late,” he snarls, rushing to the passenger door. He reaches for the handle, getting a perfect view of my hand between Raina’s legs, and rage flashes behind his eyes.
Slowly, I withdraw it, not missing the way Raina hisses at the loss of my touch and awkwardly adjusts her dress. My fingers are completely drenched in her arousal, and I didn’t even get her off again.
“I’m sorry, we, uh, stopped to put the top down, and we must have left a little late from the hotel!” Raina stumbles over her words as she climbs out of the car, trying to pull her dress down and her boots up at the same time, while being careful not to trip on the curb.
Meanwhile, she’s completely oblivious to the fact that both Javier and I are staring at the way my fingers glisten with her arousal in the sunlight.
My throat bobs, and I’m tempted to bring my fingers to my mouth just to taste her.
Realizing Raina is out of the car, Javier straightens and grabs her wrist at the same moment the church bells sound. “We must go in. The services are starting.”
Without as much urgency, I turn off the car and get out, following them up the stairs and through the grand entry. The organ plays loudly as mass begins, and Javier rushes Raina down the aisle to where his family’s saved seats for them in the front.
Peeking at me from over her shoulder, Raina watches as I saunter through the threshold without a care in the world. I’m under no illusion I’ll be sitting with them, so there’s no rush. On either side of me, I notice sponges of holy water in brass dishes connected to the wall.
Flicking my gaze back to Raina, I smirk, then lift the same hand that was between her legs and use what’s left over of her arousal to start the sign of the cross on my forehead.
My own personal blessing.
Her eyes widen, jaw slackening as she watches me, then Javier pulls her attention and urges her to sit, so I take that as my cue to find my own seat in the back of the church.
I only hope to God that mass doesn’t take all day.