Unlike those other times, here he held the upper hand, and he knew it.
“Right hand on the steering wheel, left hand inside your panties, and your eyes, those beautiful fucking eyes—keep them on me the entire time.”
I pulled the keys from the ignition. Bringing them up between us, I dangled them on my finger and when he took them, the side of my mouth curved.
“I don’t want them back until I’m so satisfied I can barely walk.”
As I unzipped my jeans and placed my hand on the steering wheel, something primal flashed in his eyes as he promised, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if you have the strength to crawl.”
Reaching for me, he took my chin and turned my face to him.
“Are you ready for that?”
I brought my left hand to his mouth so he could suck my fingers, and I felt my core clench and throb as I lowered them down into my jeans.
My lips parted on a sigh as my fingers slipped inside me, and I asked, “Are you?”
He looked to where my hand disappeared into my jeans and uttered two words that signaled the time for talking was over. “Fuck yes.”
With that, he opened the driver’s side door to my car.
Chapter Seventeen
Past…
As I pulled open the car door, I caught the way Addison’s chest heaved with every breath she took, and my cock stiffened. I was sick and tired of worrying about every fucking move I made, and right now I ordered myself to stop.
She was seated in her car with the belt still fastened. Her hand clasped the steering wheel and the other was down her jeans. As she turned her head on the headrest and her eyes found mine, she looked exactly like I pictured she would—a fucking bad girl.
“You like this, don’t you? Me watching you?”
“Yes,” she replied. “You do too.”
“I definitely have no complaints.”
It was clear she knew exactly how to touch herself as a throaty moan emerged. I couldn’t help what I did next any more than I could help the need to breathe.
I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants then shoved my hand inside and wrapped it around my hard cock.
“Show me,” she said in a voice laced with arousal.
“A little demanding, aren’t we?”
“You want to show me as much as I want to see.”
I stroked her chin, needing to touch her in some way. Addison seemed to have a gravitational force surrounding her, and she continued to pull me in with her curvy fucking body and brazenly dirty mouth.
In the back of my mind, I’d known this would happen when I opened her car door, but for her to want it too? That I hadn’t expected.
Knowing how shaky my resolve was, I firmly told her, “No touching.”
Her eyes locked with mine and the question screaming from them was, why? Instead of answering, because I didn’t have a reason that made sense, I swooped down inside the car, placed my own hand on the wheel and took her mouth with mine. I speared my tongue between her lips, and when she moaned into my mouth, I felt her entire body arch forward.
I tore my lips from hers and reiterated, “No touching.”
She continued writhing in her seat. “Okay, no touching. Show me.”
I brushed my thumb along her wet bottom lip and pushed my pants apart to release my stiff cock. Her eyes focused on my erection and I dipped my index finger into her mouth. As she began to suck me, her hips lifted, and she fucked herself harder.
Her knuckles were white as she held the wheel, and when I pushed a second finger between her lips she took to it as if she knew exactly what I wanted. Finally, when I had to touch myself or fucking die, I pulled my fingers free from her mouth and smeared the pearly drop of pre-come down my impatient cock.
I braced myself against the side of her car as I began to stroke my erection only inches away from her. While she watched me, her fingers slid in and out of her body, and it didn’t take me long. I could feel my climax clawing at me as my balls tightened, and my muscles tensed.
However, it wasn’t until she whispered, “I want to taste,” that I moved like lightning, leaning into the car to unbuckle her.
She was breathtaking. She was beautiful. I was in so fucking deep with her that no one could save me now.
I was so close to coming I was shaking, until he moved and took a step back.
“Come on, Addison. Get out of the car.”
I couldn’t believe he’d stopped, but he had and now he wanted me to. His voice was hoarse as I reluctantly zipped my jeans.
What was going on? Had I done something wrong?
Climbing out, I noticed him righting his own clothes and felt my entire body react. He walked to me, cupped my face and took my mouth.
The kiss was full of heat and sex, and as his tongue rubbed over mine, I moaned at the contact. One of his hands wrapped around my waist as his other tightened in my hair, and I reciprocated by brushing my palm over what had to be a painfully hard erection.
“Damn you,” he admonished. “This, what we’re doing? It won’t end well, it can’t.”
I touched his face, running my fingertips over his cheekbones. “It doesn’t have to end at all. I’d never hurt you.”
With his forehead resting against my own, he shook his head, our noses gently brushing against the other. “You are not the person who worries me.”
“Then who?”
“Everyone else!” he stressed as he released me and turned away. “Fuck, Addison! You’re not stupid or naive. This is wrong!”
“No. This is the only thing that’s right,” I tried to explain as I stepped behind him, feeling my desperation to get through to him riding me. Touching his back, I confided softly, “You’re the first person who sees me.”
He let out a scoff and spun around.
“No one will care. Don’t you get it? No one will even stop to ask as they haul my ass away. This is illegal. Do you understand that?”
“Of course I understand that! I’m not a fucking idiot.” Pointing a finger at him, I asked, “Why are you here, then?”
He pushed his fingers through his hair in frustration, and as the words “Sometimes I have no idea” left his mouth, my anger blindsided me.
I felt the sudden urge to get away from him, so I ran.
I had no idea where I was going, but as I sprinted past the gate his truck was parked in front of, all I knew was that I needed to get away.
I ran out into the field and made my way through the waist-length wildflowers. Miles of them spread out and surrounded me as I continued through the meadow. I could feel my muscles kicking in as if I was on the track, and my breathing found a rhythm.
I was in the middle of nowhere, all alone. Not something new—not by a long shot.
My feet pounded across the soft grass as I became aware of the sounds around me. The birds chirping in the trees, the wind whistling through the branches, and then...the distant footfalls of someone chasing me down.
Grayson.
Feeling my competitive nature kick in, I pushed harder, my legs picking up the pace as I weaved and zigzagged my way through the open space. The adrenaline that coursed through me was heightened by the irritation I felt from his response.
I dashed to the left and heard the crunch of a branch as he closed in on me. I kept running until a firm hand snagged my arm and pulled me around. It happened so fast I lost my footing, and we tumbled down onto the grass beneath us.
Landing with a thud, I grunted at the weight of him on top of me, and I thrashed around under him until he took my arms and pinned them by my head.