Page 101 of Revv

“You know I could pull over.”

“But you haven’t.”

“I’m trying to get us to Miami alive.”

“Responsible Revel.” She clicks her tongue. “Qué decepción.”

“Keep talking, Mama.”

“What? You’re the one who’s always bragging that you can handle anything.”

“I can.”

Her fingers tighten against my thigh. “Then prove it. Eyes forward.”

My knuckles are white around the steering wheel, gripping it hard enough that the leather creaks beneath my palms. My cock pulses against my sweats, already leaking and so fucking hard it borders on painful.

Cece knows exactly what she’s doing.

She isn’t touching me like she wants to get me off.

She’s testing me. Paying attention to every breath, every twitch, every tiny shift in my body like she’s learning exactly how to play me.

Her hand slides higher until her palm cups the my cock over my pants. She doesn’t grip me yet. Just brushes over the head with enough pressure to make my hips jerk toward her before I can stop them.

“Hands on the wheel, Revel,” she says sweetly.

Too fucking sweetly.

“You’re a fucking sadist,” I growl, my voice rough as shit.

I shift in the seat, trying to press harder into her palm, but she immediately pulls away.

The loss of contact makes my jaw clench.

“I’m a woman who knows how to get what she wants,” she says, satisfaction lighting her face. “And right now, I want to watch you struggle.”

A laugh leaves me, cocky in theory but strained enough to betray me. “Keep this up, Mama, and when we get to the hotel, I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name.”

She doesn’t even blink.

Instead, she gives me a soft, mocking laugh that goes straight through me. “Big talk from a man who can’t take one hand off the wheel without me putting it back.”

Her fingers trail over me again.

“You’re not in control right now, Revel.” She leans closer, her voice dropping beside my ear. “I am.”

Then she reaches over and pulls my cock free with a quick flick of her fingers.

My breath catches when her warm hand slides inside and closes around my cock.

“Fuck.”

My head starts to turn toward her.

She stops instantly.

“Eyes. On. The. Road.”