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Charlie’s hands slid up my thighs and across my ass. His hand snaked its way down the back of my panties. I squirmed, wanting to feel more of him. I unfastened the button of my jeans so he could fit more of his hand in there.
“Just take them off,” he growled.
“There’s people here,” I whispered back.
Charlie looked around the rest stop and asked, “Where? They’re all over there at the diner. No one will see us.”
I slid my pants off, leaving my soaking wet panties on. Just in case. Next thing I knew, both thumbs were inside my panties, rubbing simultaneous circles on my clit. He swallowed my gasp and chuckled against my mouth, his thumbs bringing me closer and closer to the edge. And then they were gone.
“What the fuck?” Charlie smiled, and I pushed to get away from him, feeling stupid that he was just playing games with me. But his grip was tight, and I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Charlie.”
“I’m right here, Savannah.” His grip loosened but I couldn’t move, not when with one quick move, he hooked a finger in my panties and slid them to one side, sliding two fingers, achingly slow, into my drenched pussy. “I want you to ride my fingers. Fuck yourself to orgasm.”
I blinked at his dirty words. “But, what about you?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to me.” His voice was thick with need and I could still feel how hard he was under me, but his fingers spread apart inside me and I bucked against him.
“Yeah, that’s better. Ride my hand, Savannah. You know you want to.”
I couldn’t resist the challenge he presented and my hips started to roll, sending his fingers deeper into me. I felt full and excited, and when his thumb pressed down on my clit, I groaned in his face. He was watching me. Intently. I felt like a fucking single-cell organism with only one purpose, to seek pleasure. My own pleasure.
In that moment, it was all about me. All about my pleasure and that turned me on even more. My clit trembled and vibrated with excitement as my hips rolled in circles, ramping up my arousal which shouldn’t have even been fucking possible.
“Charlie,” I gasped out as my pussy started to clench around his fingers.
“Fuck my hand, Savannah. Show me how you liked to get fucked.”
His words stopped me cold. How did I like to get fucked? I didn’t know, not really. I was no virgin, but no one had ever asked me how I liked to get fucked. Even before the Black Jacks, sex had always been about the guy and his needs. Not mine.
“Savannah?”
I blinked and looked at Charlie and the confusion and concern in his now silver gaze. His fingers wiggled inside me and he added just a bit more pressure to my clit. My hips bucked again.
“I’m good,” I assured him and reached between us to grab his wrist, holding it just so while I ground against him. I bounced on his fingers, sending them deeper and deeper until my breaths came out in short, sharp pants.
I rode Charlie’s hand hard and fast, my gaze fixed on the in and out motion of his fingers, the sheen on those fingers whenever the moonlight found us was more than enough to push me over the edge.
“Ahhhh shit!” My grip on his wrist tightened as pleasure shot out of my body. I convulsed and bucked up against his hand, those small moves amplifying and prolonging my pleasure. “Oh!”
Charlie smiled up at me like I was a thing of wonder. Like I’d surprised him in some way. “So that’s what you like, huh?”
I nodded, still struggling to suck oxygen into my lungs. “Oh God, yes. I guess it is.”
“Good to know.” He flashed a hot grin and gently pulled his fingers from my body, licking one finger and then the other with a groan.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped because it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen. Another wave of arousal swept through me and I pressed down on his cock with my body, letting out a low guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he bit out and smacked my ass as he stood with me in his arms. Charlie went to one end of the table and set me on it, taking a step back so there was some space between our bodies, but not a lot. He slipped a finger inside me again, using his free hand to shove his pants down and release his cock.
“Charlie,” I gasped at the sight of his cock. It wasn’t just beautiful, pink and thick in the moonlight, it was rock hard and throbbing. For me.
I reached to out to slide a finger over the bead of moisture gathered at his slit, bringing it to my mouth to suck it off. He groaned.
