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It was from a distraction. Not when I was locked in this space with her. In spite of all my good intentions, I was hard. I tried to adjust myself but I wasn’t small, and yeah, buck naked here.
Out of my peripheral vision, I could tell that Ruth was handing me her shirt, so I reached out for it.
And as our fingers made contact, she gasped.
I didn’t think about it, it was instinctual. I looked over at her face to make sure she was okay. Which was when I saw where she was looking—straight at my lap. My cock jumped at seeing the way her mouth had dropped open, at the glimpse of her sweet little pink tongue.
Then she yanked her eyes up to mine and she realized she’d been caught. Her chest heaved up and down.
And my control snapped.
Fuck restraint.
“Touch yourself,” I growled.
“What?” she gasped.
“I wanna see how you touch yourself when you’re alone. Do it.”
Her breath hitched. And then she dropped the items she was holding to the vents and her hand moved haltingly down her body.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
“You’re touching your pussy and showing me how you make yourself come. That’s what we’re doing. And then I’ll probably fuck you again,” I answered honestly.
Her body spasmed at my words and her legs fell open, exposing fully in the light of the cab what I’d only been able to glimpse earlier.
And Jesus fuck, but she had a beautiful pussy.
“That’s right,” I said low and dark. “Spread yourself and show me.”
She let out a little moan but did what I said.
“Fuck,” I whispered, glad I’d just drunk some water because already my mouth felt dry.
Her pussy was beautiful, petal pink, and so wet she glistened in the light. The juxtaposition of her—acerbic Ruth, always ready to bite my head off—with her face all soft and vulnerable, opening her legs wide to me.
I swallowed hard and clenched my fist so I didn’t reach out for her. Not yet. No, I’d have my show first.
“Touch yourself,” I said again, my voice raw and brusque. “Make yourself come. I wanna see.”
I knew the moment her middle finger made contact with her flesh, because her entire body jolted.
My gaze flew up from her hand to her face, where her hazel eyes were smoky as they watched me watching her. But immediately they dropped and a blush rose to her cheeks. I’d embarrassed her.
But she didn’t stop touching herself. She was no wilting flower. She was Ruth. Bold, ballsy, take no prisoners. Even now. Because she was daring to do this, to do the one thing I knew terrified her most—submit to me.
And so I watched, eyes glued to her as she closed her eyes and bit the nubbin in the center of her top lip. She didn’t try to be like a porn star. At first, she barely made a sound. And she didn’t grab at her breasts or run her hands up and down her body.
Not until the end, anyway, when the hand not grinding at her clit rose to her breast. She didn’t palm it gently or plump it in a way I’d seen women do before. No, it was clear she was doing what I’d asked.
She squeezed the tips of her breasts hard, then harder still, forcing her nipples into stiff peaks, plucking at the other breast when it didn’t harden as quickly as she wanted. She started writhing on the seat, squeezed her nipple and worked her pussy—and then came the cries.
“Oh— oh God. Fuck—”
Her eyes flew open, like she was surprised at how hard the orgasm was hitting her. And when they did, her eyes made searing contact with mine.
Enough was enough. I was hard as a goddamned stone, and seeing that she could just allow herself to come apart so genuinely like that in front of me, without artifice or pretending—goddammit, this woman—
I shifted on the seat, one hand on my cock, and I guided my seeking tip toward her dripping center.
Her eyes went wide again as I came near. It wasn’t fear I saw there, but again that surprise. Maybe it was still the surprise that kept sparking through me. Was this really happening. Ruth— Me and—
Ruth’s bared breasts and legs wide to receive—
My stiff cock brushing against the wet lips of her vulva.
Her eyes rolled at the contact and she moaned, reaching a hand to guide me toward her. I gave my head a shake and reached, grasping her around the wrist.
No touching, I said by pressing her wrist back against the seat back.
Her eyes flared and I smiled, snatching her other wrist up. She sucked in a breath and for a moment, her bicep flexed against my grip, like she might pull away. But in the end, it was only a moment of tension, her dark eyes flashing to mine before she gave in to me.
