Page 62 of Always Been You

I glance over at Josh and notice him getting visibly hard in his shorts. God, the fact that this man is currently in the car with me on my desired road trip, listening to my smut book, and getting turned on by it has me feeling all sorts of things. It turns me on, but it also has my heart pounding in my chest. Josh never ceases to surprise me.

He reaches down and adjusts himself in his shorts, and I squeeze my thighs together harder. Josh notices the movement and where my eyes are and smirks.

“Olivia, I want you to pull your dress up for me and spread your thighs.”

I do as he says, leaving my black lace thong visible, and I can feel the leather seats on my bare ass cheeks. “Good girl, now I want you to pull your panties aside and play with your clit.”

I stop. I’ve never been able to get myself off with my fingers. Josh notices my hesitation.

“Josh, I’ve never been able to get myself off with my fingers. I’ve only been able to do it with a vibrator,” I whisper.

He’s silent for a minute before he says, “Okay, I want you to play with yourself, get yourself ready for me and I’ll bring you over the finish line, but I want to watch you play with your pretty pussy for me.”

I am soaked, and Josh’s words only add to that. The book is still playing, and I lean my head back and close my eyes as I listen, my right hand moving down my stomach and between my thighs. My pointer finger goes to my entrance, gathering moisture before I bring it to my clit, circling it. Moaning, my hips buck off the seat at the sensation. Josh hisses beside me. I listen to the book and my movements pick up. The pressure begins to build, but it takes me nowhere. I try adding pressure and moving faster and nothing.

I open my eyes and turn my head to face Josh.

“Babe, I need you. I need to come.”

My body is wound so tight, I need release. Seconds later, I feel Josh’s hand trail up my thigh until he reaches my dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet for me, Olivia,” he groans. His fingers entering me, pumping in and out a few times before they move up to my clit, circling and applying pressure. My hips buck against his hand, and he moves them faster. I can hear how wet I am as his fingers move.

The pressure low inside me continues to build. I can feel the orgasm within reach, and Josh moves his finger down to my entrance and I groan at the change, losing the orgasm that was right there.

He brings his fingers back up to my clit, working faster and harder this time. My chest is rising and falling at a fast pace. I reach out, griping anything I can get my hands on, and my body continues to wind tighter and tighter. “Come for me Olivia, come on my fingers,” Josh says and it sendsme flying over the edge. My hips leave the seat, seeking more pressure on my clit to draw out my orgasm and at the same time looking to remove his fingers it’s so sensitive.

After a minute, Josh removes his fingers from my body, and I peel my eyes open. I look over at Josh just as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks me off them, all while watching the road. It’s fucking hot.

This isn’t the first time that Josh has done that, sucked me off his fingers after using them to get me off, but each and every time I find it so erotic and it gets me rearing for more.

Josh gives me a knowing smile; he knows exactly what he is doing to me. He reaches down and adjusts himself again. I decide to return the favour and reach over to him. I open the button and zipper of his shorts before reaching in and removing him. I grip his cock and pump him a few times. I can see his thighs flex and his grip on the steering wheel tighten. I take my thumb and run it over his slit, gathering the pre-cum and using it to lube his cock. I tighten my grip and he groans. I can see the effort he is using to keep his concentration on the road.

“Olivia, I don’t think we should do this,” he barely manages to grit out, but his hips buck into my hand. I continue to pump him in my hand, twisting every once in a while. His breathing accelerates and his hips buck more often, meeting my hand as I work his hard length.

I love knowing what I do to Josh, knowing that I am the reason that he’s in a frenzy right now. Because he’s driving, I decide to take pity on him and tighten my grip slightly and twist in my seat, allowing my right hand to reach over and take hold of his balls as I roll them while my left hand moves faster. Within seconds, he’s groaning my name and coming in my hand.

I release him, open the glove box, finding a few napkins and clean my hand. I’m definitely going to need to wash them as soon as we make a stop. I tuck Josh back into his shorts, zip him up, and then relax in my seat as we continue to listen to the book.

We stop in Kamloops for gas, and I head inside and wash my hands in the washroom before returning to the car where Josh is leaning against my door with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed over his chest, causing his shirt to stretch and strain. My steps slow as I take in the man in front of me, thinking about what we have become to each other. Josh is no longer just my friend, but rather he is someone I can see spending the rest of my life with. Everything with him seems so natural, and that should scare the shit out of me, seeing as we have only been intimate for a couple of months now, but it feels almost inevitable now.

When I get a few steps away from the car, he uncrosses his arms and his hands come to my hips. I have to widen my stance so that I have a leg on either side of his outstretched ones. He pulls me close and kisses me. It starts slowly and moves into a hungry, all-consuming kiss. He pulls back after a minute and both our chests rise as we try to catch our breath.

“Do you have any idea how hot it was watching you play with your pussy while one of your spicy books played and I drove?”

I blush at his statement and look around to see if anyone heard him. Satisfied that no one did, I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “I think that hard-on you were sporting was proof enough, but you can always show me when we get to the campground.”

I take a step back and reach around him to grab the handle to my door. Josh pushes off the door and leans down,whispering in my ear, “Be careful what you wish for, babe.” He places a kiss on my temple, opening my door and then walks around the car. I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

Josh starts the car, plays the audiobook, and pulls onto the highway. We spend the drive to our next stop listening to the audiobook and I watch the scenery around us as we drive and use my phone to take pictures from time to time.

Our first stop is Revelstoke. We drive up the mountain, taking in the view as we wind our way to the top. When we get to the top, we get out and find a hiking trail to a viewpoint. It’s not a difficult hike, and we make good time. When we get to the top, my breath catches in my throat. It is a gorgeous view; you can see for miles all the wilderness below. I stand there in silence as I take in the view and absorb the sounds of the birds and the wind whistling through the trees. The wind helps cut some of the stifling heat that is sticking to my skin. I feel Josh standing behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his chest.

I pull my phone out and take pictures of the view before turning the camera and taking a few selfies of Josh and me. He smiles in them. I catch a few of him looking at me, some of him kissing my cheek, and a few of us kissing. Josh kisses my temple and asks, “Ready to go, babe?” I nod and he grabs my hand, and we make our way down to the car.

Once we make it to the car, we find a pub in town for lunch. There are TVs placed so that no matter where you sit, you have a view of one. People chatter at tables and the bar as we find a table in the corner to sit. We both order a burger with fries, and we sit in comfortable silence as we watch the TV screens with the Blue Jays’ game on, digging in when our food is delivered. As we make our way to the car, I think about how nice it is to be able to spend time with Josh andbe comfortable with the silence. There is no need for either of us to fill the silence with noise or random conversation.

When we get into the car, I pull up a dark mafia romance and play that as we finish our drive to Banff. It’s a book I’ve already read, but found out the audiobook is narrated by one of my favourite narrators and I wanted to listen, so I downloaded it. The soothing voice of the male narrator has me falling asleep against the door.

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