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“If I take you home, Ames, I’m going to worship you with my hands.” I flex my fingers against her hips again to add emphasis. “With my lips. With my tongue. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” Her response has my cock pushing against the zipper of my pants. “Take. Me. Home.”
I don’t waste any time in leaving the dance floor and the party. Grabbing the car from the valet, I settle Mia into the passenger seat and round the hood. The second I land in the driver’s seat, I simultaneously buckle my seat belt and punch the accelerator.
Her giggle fills the car. “In a rush?”
I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. “Not rea—”
I lose my words when her hand boldly finds my erection and cups me through my pants.
“I am,” she moans, rubbing slightly as her other hand tugs up her long skirt.
“Wha—” My voice breaks, and I clear my throat. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you.” She squeezes slightly to reinforce her words, and I bite back a groan.
“Yes, I know that. With your dress.” I motion with my head since I don’t dare take a hand off the steering wheel. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate.
It’s hard period.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Ames, I don’t think—”
“You focus on driving,” she says. “I can imagine it’s your fingers tugging my panties to the side, your finger grazing my pussy to circle my clit.”
She gasps, and even though I can’t see her, I fucking know her finger is doing exactly what she says. Her breath breaks, and the hand cupping me squeezes to the point where I see stars. With a jolt, my foot slams on the brake, and I jerk the steering wheel to the shoulder.
Her eyes fly open, her hand dropping from where she touches herself, but her other hand still surrounds me. Gently, I pry her fingers loose and interlace them with mine. If she keeps touching me like that, I’m going to come right here, right now. This isn’t anything I’ve experienced before, and I’ve never felt more like a virgin than I do in this minute.
Her dark eyes watch as I lift our joined hands to press a kiss to her hand.
“Ames—” I stop, because where the fuck do I even begin?
“What’s the matter? Do you not like me touching you? Or touching myself?”
“What? No, that’s not it at all,” I say.
“Well, what is it? Why’d you pull over?”
“Is this what you want?” I motion between the two of us. “Getting each other off in a car?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I mean, you can’t tell me you’ve never gotten a blow job while driving.”
The car lurches forward as my foot slides off the brake.
“Well, no, Ames. I can’t say that’s ever been an activity for me,” I admit. “Wait, have you done it?”
“I plead the fifth.”
Fuck. Exactly how experienced is she, and what the hell am I doing? I don’t even know since I don’t have anything to compare to.
“Ames,” I groan and lean my head back.
“You’re the one who wants to talk about this,” she accuses. “We could be home by now.”
“Not quite,” I argue. “You don’t live that close.”
