“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I want you too much, Janie.” He sighed. “Every time I look at you, every time I hear your voice, I just want to…”
I smiled, turning fully toward him now. “To what…?”
“To do very, very naughty things.” He glanced at me as I moved toward him.
“I do, too.” I leaned over the console to press fully against him, my breasts crushed against his arm.
“Do you?” His mouth was almost touching mine when he turned his head toward me, and I closed the gap, kissing him quickly.
“You have no idea,” I breathed.
He took a deep breath, turning his eyes back to the road. “So, right now, you’re thinking about it?”
“I've been thinking about it since dinner last night.” I slid my hand up the leg of his trousers, finding just what I was looking for, distended and rising fat and stiff under the material.
“Well, I can beat that.” He drew his breath in sharply when I massaged him, making delicious friction with my palm through his pants. “I've been thinking about it since I found you in my living room.”
“So what, exactly, have you been thinking?” I couldn’t help myself. His cock throbbed stubbornly against my hand, demanding attention. I couldn’t resist, slowly beginning to unzip him. I felt his whole body stiffen when I slipped my hand down to grasp him. Oh god, yes. He was solid in my hand.
“I’d rather show you.” His voice grew low as I began to stroke him, lazy, up and down.
“I know.” I leaned over the gearshift to take him into my mouth.
“Ahhhh Janie.” One hand moved in my hair as I swallowed his length, the other stayed on the wheel. The console dug into my hip as I turned and stretched across to suck him, but I didn’t care.
“Oh god.” He groaned as I licked the head, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of him. “Baby, ohhh… I’m not sure this is the time…or place…”
“I want you,” I insisted as his hand moved over the front of my dress, manipulating my breast through the material, pawing at the hard pebble of my nipple. I grabbed his hand, guiding it down between my legs where I wanted it most, quickly pulling my dress up and my panties aside. His intake of breath was audible when he felt my cunt under his fingers, pure wet heat, as humid as a greenhouse, and I shifted against him. “You just concentrate on driving and don’t kill us,” I instructed before taking him into my mouth again.
“Okay,” he breathed, his fingers exploring my fleshy crease, my tongue making flat circles around the head of his cock. “Oh god, Janie, your mouth is so good…”
I made an eager noise in my throat as I sucked him, using both my mouth and hand now, washing him with my saliva. The sound of his breathing, harsh and heavy, filled the car.
“Put your fingers in me,” I begged, spreading my thighs wider for him. “Finger my pussy. Fuck me.”
He groaned and slid two fingers in, pumping his hand against my cunt. “Like that?”
“Mmmmm!” I responded around his cock, feeling the length of him swell as I fucked him back, thrusting his fingers in deep. “Hard! Harder!” He got even more rough, his hand driving, relentless, making me go crazy on his cock. God I wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him, but what we were doing was dangerous enough. The car was barreling along the highway, thundering underneath me as I sucked him, ardent and resolute, tasting his pre-cum and slaving for more.
“Oh fuck, Janie, baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”
Why in the world would I stop? There was no way-the meaty onslaught of his cock in my mouth made my pussy beg for release. His fingers curled inside me, his hips vaulting upward, and I sucked him, tight-fisted, gulping, faster, more. “Ahhhhhh!”
The sound he made when he came, like a snarl caught in his throat, was a sweet, staccato symphony to my ears as he flooded my mouth with cum. I swallowed all
of it hungrily, wiggling over the console, trying to get even more of him. His cock grew fat with every fresh throb and I worked him with my fist, too, draining him dry.
“Oh damn,” he whispered as I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking over at him with half-closed eyes. “That was…”
His eyes widened when he looked over at me, leaning back against the passenger door and putting one bare foot up on the console. My dress was pulled up to my hips, my panties tugged aside, my pussy exposed.
“Josh, the road,” I reminded him, noticing we were swerving into the next lane.
“Right.” His gaze shifted and he adjusted the vehicle, sighing as he glanced at me again. His fingers found his way to his mouth, sucking my juices as he watched me reach down and spread my red and swollen lips. “Now I just want to return the favor.
You taste so fucking good.”
“Do I?” I dipped my fingers into my honey and brought them to my mouth.
He groaned. “Don’t make me pull this car over, young lady.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
He turned the wheel, heading for the shoulder of the road, and I laughed. “No!
Don’t you dare!”
Sighing, he righted things, working the gearshift to send us rocketing even faster down the highway. “If you knew how much I wanted you…”
“Show me.” I reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs, sliding down to give him easier access.
I saw him swallow, but his eyes were on the road as his fingers began to explore, making me moan when he nudged my clit.
“Rub it for me,” I purred, working the buttons on my sundress from the top down.
He did as I asked, stealing glances as he made circles with his thumb against my clit.
“Jesus, Janie,” he whispered as I pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts and playing with my nipples.
“The road,” I murmured, moaning as his fingers slipped inside, his thumb still working my clit.
“I can’t concentrate,” he groaned, turning his gaze half-back to the highway.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, rocking against his hand, biting my lip. “Oh Josh, please, please, make me come.”
He sank his fingers into me, faster, harder, the wet sound of my pussy being fucked filling the car. I asked for more, more, and he fingered me, hammering my cunt until I wailed and careened against the seat, finally throwing my head back and howling as I came, knowing I was getting the leather upholstery soaked, saturating his hand with the sticky copious sap of my cunt. My pussy clamped down again and again as I keened and twisted, completely at the mercy of my climax, lost in the pure pleasure of my orgasm.
“Oh. My. God.” I opened my eyes, first seeing the sky, the color of gun metal, still raining down silver, and then catching the sight of the guy in the semi-truck driving next to us, staring down at me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. “Oh! God!”
I sat up, straightening and buttoning, feeling my cheeks go scarlet. The trucker honked and I flushed an even deeper shade of red, looking over at Josh, who was also grinning from ear to ear.
We both cracked up then, and I took the wheel for a second at Josh’s request while he zipped himself back up, too.
“That was fucking incredible.” Josh shook his head, glancing over at me. “My little pirate.”
“Argh.” I laughed, putting my hands to my cheeks to cool them. “That has to be even more dangerous than texting and driving.”
“Probably,” he agreed. “Think Oprah should start a campaign?”
I smiled but he was turning down my street. We were almost home.
“Oh Josh.” I shivered, hugging myself. “What now?”
“Now?” He shifted the car into low, slowing in front of my house. “Now I kiss you goodnight.”
I turned toward him, letting him cup my face in his hands, our lips touching softly.