“Keep driving,” she says.
My eyes feel like they bug out of my head, and I quickly glance at her again. “How the fuck do you expect me to keep driving when you’re making that sound?”
“Because I’m asking you to.”Fair point.“It’s my fantasy list.”
A heatwave washes over my body, and I blow out a breath. “So I have to drive and listen while you… What are you doing?”
Another moan, and I think I might break the gear shift with how hard I’m squeezing it.
“Remembering the way you made me come on your tongue last night.”
My fist comes to my mouth when I steal a peek, biting down on my skin as I watch Maevyn with her back against the passenger door, one hand gripping the headrest, the other between her legs, and her eyes completely focused on me.
“Show me more.” Was that a whimper or a beg? “I want to see you touch yourself.”
“Just keep your eyes on the road, big boy.”
“Maevyn.” Definitely a whimper. “I can’t,” I say, glancing back and forth between the road and her, to the point I think I might make myself dizzy.
“Yes, you”—a delighted gasp—“can.”
I’m feeling lightheaded. We still have at least two hours until we get home. I won’t last if she’s intent on torturing me like this for the whole drive.
She shuffles in her seat, and I see her swivelling in her chair.
“Jesus. What are you doing now?”
She laughs as her breasts press against the side of my arm, and she speaks low into my ear. “I want to make you feel good. And I want to have some fun.”
“Let me find somewhere to pull over. I’ll show you some fun.” I suck in a breath as she rubs her hand over my hard dick.
“I like my idea better,” she whispers in my ear, then nips my neck as she undoes my shorts and reaches a hand inside my boxer briefs.
“Make sure you keep your eyes on the road,” she says, temptation dripping on every syllable as her hand starts to move upand down where I’m so hard it hurts. My hips tilt up, chasing the relief I need to get me out of this carnal prison.
Maevyn presses her lips to my neck as her hand moves over me. A shiver runs up my spine, and I swallow hard as I double-check the rear view mirror, making sure no one’s around.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me,” Maevyn says, intent on sending me insane. “Has anyone ever told you what a pretty dick you have?”
I groan as my balls grow tighter, my legs tense up, and Maevyn twists her wrist as she moves a little faster.
“It’s so long and thick.” She continues to weave her magic, making sure I’m completely and utterly under her control. “I bet it would feel amazing buried in my cunt.”
“Fuuucckk.” I huff. “I’m pulling over.”
“No, baby.” She pretends to pout. “I want you to come for me. Just like this.” My head pushed into the headrest as I take a deep breath, focusing on how good her hand feels wrapped around me. But then she pulls it away, and god, what form of sweet torture is this?
I glance over and see her smiling as she shifts onto her knees. She looks out the back window, then the front windscreen and lowers her torso down, bringing her head under my arm where it grips the wheel.
“What are you—” I gasp and sigh as her hand grips the base of my dick and her mouth closes over me.
My hand falls to the back of her head, letting my fingers get caught in the strands. Every time she sinks lower, my hand grips tighter, and she moans over me. I manage, in my sex-filled inebriation, to spot a sign on the side of the road indicating an upcoming turnoff. Most of the drive is on country roads. We won’t hit suburbia until we’re inside the last hour of this trek.
There are no houses, just endless paddocks of land and tall trees.
I’ll come for her, just the way she’s asked me to, but there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on the rest of the drive home if I don’t get my mouth on her too.
I fidget in my seat, desperate to empty into her mouth as she continues to take me slow and deep until I cry out. “Need to come now, Mae.”
