“Show me,” she said, her voice catching when he shifted against her just right. “Show me how you want me.”
His eyes darkened at her invitation and he took a tighter grip on her hips. She heard him growl with pleasure at the feel of her, and then he started to thrust up into while bringing her down on him at the same time. He was strong, almost terrifyingly so, and she felt like a doll in his grasp, a toy to be used precisely as Jace pleased.
Kylie’s fingers dug hard into Jace’s shoulders, steadying herself as he moved her. She was wet enough that he moved easily; she could smell her own arousal and it made her even more wild. She started moving with him, bringing herself down on him hard and making them both moan.
Her pleasure swelled and rocked her body, and she realized that she was moaning his name over and over again. She wanted more and more, and the pleasure drew tight like a rope, taut, aching, nearly painful with how much she simply wanted.
She was startled when he took her hand in his, kissing it lightly before bringing it between her legs.
“Show me,” Jace growled. His voice was barely controlled, and she knew how close he was.
“Show me what you did for yourself all those nights when you were missing me.”
Kylie pushed her skirt aside and shifted so that she could touch herself. Her quick fingers stroked the top of her slit carefully for a moment before pushing deeper and finding her tender clit. She pressed two fingers hard to either side of the sensitive bud before circling it roughly. Her cries grew higher, even more desperate.
“Come on, baby,” she heard Jace say, “come on…You want to so bad.”
She arched higher and higher, and then she felt Jace’s lips at her throat, biting and sucking hard enough to to startle a yelp out of her. That little bit of pain and pleasure pushed her straight over the top, and then she was convulsing on top of him, pressing a finger hard against her own clit to make the sensations draw out farther and farther.
Jace’s hands clenched on her hips even harder and he drove up into her one final time, filling her and making her groan. She tightened around him purposefully, and then they were both clinging to each other, panting and hot underneath their clothes.
Jace recovered first, feathering soft kisses along her jawline and her neck. She murmured sleepily in response and then she felt his fingers stroke along the sensitive place at the base of her neck where he had bitten.
“That’s going to be one hell of a hickey tomorrow,” he said, his voice low.\\\\
Kylie laughed breathlessly, covering his hand with her own.
“I don’t care,” she said softly. “I want to show it off.”
He was still inside her, though softening, and she gently lifted herself off of him. He hissed as she did so, and then he set her on the seat beside him. Jace kept one arm looped around her and she snuggled against his comforting bulk.
“Well, welcome home,” she said, a smile playing on her lips.
“Thank you,” he replied. “I suppose we ought to get going. We’re lucky the highway patrol didn’t stop to see what the hell we were doing.”
Kylie’s laugh turned into a purr when Jace’s hand came up to stroke her face.
“Lucky us,” she said lazily. “Lucky us getting to screw in the car at a rest stop like horny teenagers when there’s a bed waiting for us at home.”
“It’s hard to wait when I can touch you, when I can smell you,” Jace murmured, leaning down to put his mouth right next to her ear. His warm breath made her heart beat a little faster, and she pressed her legs together, relishing how easily she responded to his voice, his touch, and his breath.
“We need to get home at some point,” she said, her voice husky, and he brushed his fingertips over her breast, making the nipple rise up proudly against his touch.
“At some point,” he agreed. “Some time before dawn, definitely.”
“Weren’t you just the one telling me that we needed to get back before we got the highway patrol knocking on our rather steamy window?”
“A few more minutes won’t hurt,” Jace said reassuringly, and she would have protested if Jace hadn’t pulled her skirt up around her waist again.
This time, he was slow and patient, tracing aimless patterns on her bare thighs and teasing them apart. The steamed windows gave them the illusion of privacy and Kylie sighed and relaxed into his touch, letting him do as he pleased.
He shifted behind her so that he could more easily touch her body. One arm looped around her waist while the other teased up and down the sensitive flesh of her legs. She held her breath when he slid his fingers through the wetness that still slicked her inner thighs, traveling higher and higher until he brushed against the lips of her cunt.
“Oh…” she murmured brokenly and just when she was ready to lift her hips up to his questing touch, he stopped.
“Well,” he said briskly, “Let’s get back on the road.”
She twisted around to stare at him in disbelief, only to find a hungry grin on his face.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I just thought I’d give you something to keep the ride home interesting,” he said innocently, and she might protested if he hadn’t pulled her close for a deep warm kiss.
“Just another fifteen minutes,” he whispered. “Just that, and we’ll be at home and in bed.”
“Just another fifteen minutes,” she agreed, and she happily gave up on getting any sleep at all. to do.
Chapter 4 — Light Refreshment
Good old British rail, thought Faith Ellis. It was the hottest summer since records began and no air conditioning. Faith hated public transport but a flat tire had forced her to take the train to meet her best friend Sarah for lunch. She stood up briskly with the express intention of opening the last window in the near empty carriage, desperately wishing for some fresh air.
The gorgeous young blonde man opposite turned his head toward her as she yanked at the stiff metal frame, eyeing her holiday tanned legs. His gaze soon traveled up her body to the small breasts nestled bra-less under a silky halter neck top. He was definitely sporty, she thought, and good looking. Under his messy blonde hair and pale eyebrows were eyes the colour of the sea and an upturned nose smattered with freckles above full lips. She flicked her dark bob and flashed him a brief smile from behind the safety of her sunglasses as she settled back into her seat.
Her appraisal was interrupted by the arrival of the ticket inspector. He was a balding, middle-aged man with large patches of sweat visible on his stiff blue uniform. The blond man shifted from his seat to prise a ticket from the rear pocket of his board shorts, his well defined bottom pushing tantalisingly against the gaudy fabric.
“A single to Georgeton please,” said Faith.
“Four pounds please.” Faith’s heart sank as she realised, after much rummaging that her purse was nowhere to be found. There was a handful of change in the bottom of her bag but she was still fifty pence short.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t have enough — can you take my address or something and we can sort it out?” Her cheeks burned.
“Not bloody likely,” the inspector said in a strong Yorkshire accent, “ if you think that I'm going to do you any favours then you've got another thing coming. If I…”
Just then the blonde man jumped out of his seat, having been watching the proceedings with interest. “Here,” he said, in a distinctly Antipodean accent, rummaging in his pockets and producing a 50p piece. The inspector looked at the cash reluctantly, begrudgingly accepting the coin before moving onto the next carriage.
Faith’s face was burning with embarrassment. She pushed her sunglasses off her face onto the top of her head.
“Thanks,” she said, “I normally have money you know, it’s just…”