Page 52 of Out of Place

Olivia

We’re a few minutes down the road from Landon’s parents’ house when he finally speaks.

“Can you do something for me, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice deep and seductive.

“Sure,” I say as calmly as I can, even though I’m pretty sure I would do just about anything he asked.

He smirks. “Lift your skirt for me.”

I do it without question, bunching it around my waist. He glances from my lap back to the road and groans.

“Olivia, are you not wearing panties?”

“You said I got to be your little slut, didn’t you?” I ask him coyly.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He takes a deep breath and keeps his eyes on the road. “Spread your legs wide and touch yourself, Olivia. Rub your clit until you’re so wet I can hear you over here but do not make yourself come.”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s not going to take long for me to get that wet. Just hearing him talk like that gets me all worked up.

My legs open, and I reach down to circle my clit. I’d rather it be him touching me, but just having him next to me is enough for now.

“Stick your finger in your greedy little cunt, Olivia,” he says after I’ve gotten myself nice and wet. His voice has dropped an octave, and it’s unbearably sexy.

I do what he says, pumping my finger in and out a few times.

“Now, put it in my mouth. I want to taste you.” Oh my god. Ok. Ok. This is really freaking hot.

I lean over and put my glistening finger into his open mouth. He sucks, cleaning off all my wetness.

He groans and pulls the truck into a closed strip mall. The parking lot is empty. I’d assume most things are starting to close now that the sun is down.

“Turn toward me, Olivia. I want to see you.” He moves his seat back, making more room for him to move.

I undo my seatbelt, turn my body to face him, and keep my legs wide. He leans forward and licks me, making me moan loudly.

He takes my finger and puts it inside myself again, adding his finger as well. His mouth attaches to my clit, working it exactly how I need it.

Another one of his fingers slips inside, curling up to hit the spot I need. I feel so full and on edge that I know I’m going to come any minute.

With a few more circles of his tongue and pumps of our fingers, I’m coming, screaming his name as I do.

“God, I need you, Olivia. Watching you come might be the single best thing I’ve ever seen.”

I hear him undo his belt buckle and the sound of him unzipping his jeans. He pulls me on top of him to straddle his hard cock. I’ve never had sex in a car before, much less a front seat. But I’m pretty sure I’d have sex with Landon just about anywhere. A car. A boat. The dirty ground. A park bench. You name it, I’m there.

“You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart,” he tells me, and I nod, desperate to feel him inside me.

He holds my skirt up so we can watch as I sink down.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He groans as he bottoms out inside me, stretching me. He grips my hips to hold me still for a minute. “Just give me a second. You feel so good. I’m gonna blow way too soon.” I giggle and wait for him to move my hips. I love that I can make him come so completely undone.

Once he gives me the go-ahead, I grind on his cock, moving my hips so my swollen clit rubs against him every time. His hands are everywhere. My tits. My hips. My ass. He keeps gripping wherever he can.

I love it. I love his hands on me, but I love his eyes on me even more. He’s looking at me like I’m the greatest thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants a part of my soul in exchange for making me feel this good. And dammit, I want to give it to him. I’ll give him everything I have.

“Landon,” I cry.