5
“Let me take your mind off your problems,” Cormac says smoothly, his big fingers finding my thigh while his other hand is clamped tightly on the steering wheel.
“Driving one-handed through busy streets will only add to my problems,” I argue as his hand slips between my thigh, and I sigh just at the warmth of his hand and being in an intimate space. “So, you don’t care I’m a killer?”
“Nope,” he answers decisively. “That, of course, depends on who you kill. If it was me, then I might have a problem with it. But…if I’m going to be honest, it kinda turns me on.”
“What?” I laugh, surprised by his comment. “I murdered someone in cold blood.”
“Don’t say it, Rae,” he pokes fun, obviously not concerned about being in an intimate space with a killer. “Don’t say it. I’m so fucking hard right now. Every time you talk about killing someone, it just totally turns me on.”
“Rubbish,” I hit back, calling his bluff, then I glance down at his crotch to find that he’s full and pressing against his sweatpants crotch. “Jeezus, Cormac, you’re a freak.”
“A freak for you, Rae. And you could always help me out since you’re the one who started it,” he suggests, wiggling in his seat as the pressure is building.
“I’m kinda worried we might crash while distracted by our bodily urges,” I contend, even though I’m getting wet and horny as well and wondering how I can be so insensitive after murdering a man only hours ago, taking away a husband and father, but also a rapist. Let’s never forget that he is a horrible, disgusting rapist.
For some reason, my comments made him laugh, and I was startled by his reaction because he’s not a laughing type of guy.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something funny?” I ask, bemused but amused by his outburst and how lovely that deep laughter is.
“You, a so-called potential serial killer, are worried that we’ll crash? You were living in the fast lane the moment you pulled that trigger,” he outlines.
“O-kay, fair enough,” I agree, because he does have a valid point as I reach for the front of his pants and a grunt exudes from his mouth. His hand is still jammed between my legs, making me so wet that I’m going to have to change my panties when we get back to his father’s house. Strangely, the thought of changing my panties at Gabe’s house gets me hot as a sigh escapes my lips. Cormac shoots me a sly look as his hand moves closer to my clit while I paw at his crotch, releasing his hard cock from its cage.
As I run my hand along his length, his fingers brush over my clit, and I gasp when the car drifts over to the wrong of the road, and he quickly swerves back onto the correct side, missing an oncoming vehicle. “Oh my god,” I cry, feeling the adrenaline flood into my bloodstream, pushing me into a delicious high.
“Don’t stop, now, Mantis Girl,” Cormac snarls when I pull away from him, yet his hand remains between my legs.
The tip of his cock is glistening from pre-cum fluid, and an insatiable hunger rises within me to take him into my mouth. Leaning toward him, Cormac moans, “C’mon killer, do it.”
Being referred to as ‘killer’ only adds to the chaos between my legs. I can’t believe murder talk is making me hot. What the hell is the matter with me?
As soon as my tongue brushes along the tip of his penis, he lets out a deep moan from the back of his throat and whispers, “That’s good.”
The car swerves again, but this time, I’m not fearful because I didn’t see the oncoming vehicle with my head below the level of the dashboard. With another burst of adrenaline, I take his cock whole in my mouth and move up and down as his fingers work my clit over my shorts. But it’s not enough. I need his touch. Tugging at my shorts, I awkwardly push them down a little and take his hand into my shorts, and as soon as his warm, delicious fingers touch my sensitive, sodden skin, I sigh and lurch, attacking his big cock more.
“That’s it,” he exhales. “Keep going, killer.”
Hearing his voice wrap around the word ‘killer’ again spurs me on, and I sigh over his cock and wrap my hand around his girth. Gyrating against his fingers, it takes a couple of adjustments before his fingers are precisely on the right spot, and immediately, I can feel a surge of an orgasm. We find our rhythm – his fingers moving into my pussy and working my g-spot while I increase my pace over his cock, feeling his head prod the back of my throat with each thrust.
The orgasm is surging, and my body is on fire with erotic pleasure fed by adrenaline through risk-taking. This is something I’ve never done before. Even when I had a healthy sex life before I was raped by the Four, I was never daring enough to give a man a blowjob while he was driving.
Cormac grunts, but it’s a different type of grunt that’s not sexual but more a rumble of inquisitiveness that has nothing to do with me.
The car slows down, and I have the urge to look up to see where we are, but his elbow pushes my head back down, and for the first time since we started messing about, anxiety storms into my body and a sense of choking. His cock fills the entirety of my mouth and pushes further down my throat while his forearm lays heavily on my head.
He brakes the car as I place my hand on his balls to squeeze so he’ll let me off, and I can breathe again. He hasn’t turned into a driveway, I know that much, but it seems he’s just braked in the middle of the road.
“How’s it going?” Cormac greets someone through the driver’s window as his arm casually lies over my head to keep me down.
“Are you heading home?” a man replies, and I squirm at the sound of his voice. It’s Cormac’s father, Gabe. Oh my god, they’re having a casual chat while I’m sucking his son’s cock while he’s driving, and I doubt that’s legal.
“Yeah, we’ll cook dinner and get Blake over,” he suggests.
Gabe makes a half chuckle. “You’re thinking about hanging around at the house rather than returning to your frat house.”
He tenses from my digging fingernails. “Yeah, well, the view is better,” he answers smugly. Is he talking about lakeview, or is ‘view’ the codeword for the blond killer whose destiny has been forcibly interrupted by them?
Breathing through my nose to calm my rapidly beating heart to halt a panic attack, I dig my fingernails into Cormac’s thigh to urge him to hurry up and move on.
“Fair enough,” Gabe answers smoothly. “I’ll see you when I get home.”
“Alright,” Cormac says, taking his foot off the brake. The car starts moving forward slowly as I continue to calm my breathing.
“See you later, Rae,” Gabe calls out, and I groan in embarrassment. He could see my head in Cormac’s lap, and now, where do we stand in this weird arrangement? Before I shot Coach, Gabe asked me out for dinner. I bet he doesn’t want to do that now and probably views me as filthy and wretched.
“Your father…” is all I can say because I’m so mortified that there are no words appropriate.
“Yep, that was him,” Cormac answers, tucking his cock away.
“He’ll think less of me,” I say ashamedly, gazing out the window, unable to look him in the eye.
Cormac snorts. “No, he won’t. He knows you have hormone urges like the rest of us,” he tries to soothe me.
“Like sucking his son’s cock,” I add, reaching into my bag to find my shades to place them over my pale eyes to shield them from the late afternoon sun. “He’s a detective, and I’m sure we were performing a dangerous act.”
“Dangerous?” he questions, slightly confused. “It’s only dangerous if you bite down.”
“You were driving through busy streets, Cormac, distracted by my mouth,” I argue. “You could’ve crashed.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t and…” points to his crotch, “you’re welcome to continue your dangerous act since you’re now a lethal criminal.”
Now I’m in a grumpy mood and snatch roughly at his crotch, pull out his cock again, and rub it hard with my hand as his head rocks back a little, lips part, and eyes glaze over. My, my, my…Cormac Bernardi, Torres's greatest hope for the Olympics, likes it rough.
I watch the road to ensure the car does not cross the line into the oncoming lane, as he seems to fade in and out of the present.
Just as he turns into Romano Terrace, he grunts and ejaculates all over his sweatpants and my hand. “Fixed it,” I say, satisfied, as he tucks his cock away and he shoots me a sharp look.
“You sure did,” he agrees, pulling up the drive behind Blake’s truck and stalling the engine. “I bet Blake will start hanging out here more than in his garage-top apartment.”
“For the view?” I mock, dishing out a knowing scowl as I grab my bag to head inside, slightly homesick because I’d rather be in my tiny apartment, but I also know here, under the roof of a renowned detective, is the safest place to be at the moment.
“Golden sunshine,” he answers, running those eyes over my hair as the charismatic Blake the thief emerges dimpled cheek, smiling, cocking his raven eyebrows at Cormac as he comes to my door and opens it like a gentleman.
“This is going to be an interesting few weeks,” I mumble as I climb out of the car and hug Blake.
“It sure will be,” Cormac replies as I catch an exchange between the two men, and I suspect I will be in for a ride.
But I can’t get too carried away because I still have a list, and I won’t be happy or satisfied until every name on that list has been crossed out.