I bite my cheek to stop from laughing.
"You know what?" Jade furrows her brow, and I track her gaze as it slithers over the man in front of her. "No, fuck you, dude."
Then she turns on her heel and walks away.
The salesman looks at me for help.
"Oh no, man. You fucked that one up. Big mistake. Huge," I say and walk away hoping he got the reference. If only to make him sweat a little more.
When I get out to the car, Jade's behind the wheel. Fine by me, I'm happy being along for the ride. Her ride. Wherever it takes us.
I move the passenger seat back and climb in.
The music is already cranked up, some heavy shit today. Her taste in music cracks me up, Coop's too. It's so much like mine. A few weeks ago, on the trip home in the Wrangler, we listened to some indie folk, and then Coop played some hip-hop. It was even more surprising that he knew most of the words to everything played.
The heavy shit tells me one thing though, I better buckle the fuck up.
She peels out of the lot, jaw clenched.
This mood of hers is two-fold. It sucks, because clearly, she's pissed, but it also makes my dick hard seeing her so fucking fired up.
"Why are men such assholes?" she asks.
"Um, not all men are assholes," I say.
She turns her head and wraps her gaze around me like she did the salesman, scoffs, and turns back to the road.
"Yeah, well, tell that to the fucking tent in your pants."
I reach over and place my hand on her leg, and her nostrils flare.
"It's fucking hot seeing you like this." I slide my hand to her inner thigh. "When you turn from my Storm Cloud to a full-on, raging storm. I want to get caught in it. I want to feel the passion. And then I want to watch those eyelashes flutter as the storm clears."
She takes the next turn a little too fast, and my hand slides up her leg. Or at least that's what I'll blame it on if she says anything, but she doesn't.
"Come on, give it to me." I push my hand between her legs. There's not much I can do over her jeans, but I'm not above trying. "Let the thunder rage. I want all of you, but this, this fired up, no shits given you…" I pause. Her chest rises and falls, and her grip on the steering wheel tightens. "This unleashed Jade is the one that puts the leash on me." I grip my cock through my sweats.
"Take it out," she says. "Show me. I want to see how hard you are for me."
I remove my hand from between her legs and free my dick.
Her dark eyes leave the road, and lock onto my hand wrapped around my shaft.
"Stroke it," she says, turning her attention back to the road. "Do not fucking come."
Fuck me.
This isn't where I expected my declaration to take us, but I'm not going to complain. This dynamic we have is new to me. Okay, maybe not new, but before Jade, it wasn't something I explored. It wasn't something I enjoyed enough to explore. When it comes to her though, I want it. But if she praises me at all right now, I might not be able to hold back.
My dick is stone in my hand. I slide my hand up to the tip. Painfully slow.
"Do you want to hear about how I think of you?" I ask, leaning the seat back with my free hand. "How I picture that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?"
"I want you to stop talking," she says and turns the music down. "And I want you to stop holding back."
She pulls the silver hoop in her lip into her mouth. She's as turned on as I am right now, and it spurs me on. Part of me wants to argue, wants to tell her how I think about how hot the snake on my hand looks wrapped around her throat. But more than that, I want her to tell me I'm a good listener.
Fuck, she really does have me on a fucking leash.
