Page 62 of After the Storm

He refocuses his attention to the road but keeps his hand between my thighs where I placed it. Seconds pass and he doesn’t move a muscle. When minutes pass I get impatient and lift my hips slightly, searching for some friction. Until this moment I thought maybe he wasn’t interested or maybe I didn’t have his full attention. I know that isn’t the case though when a smirk tips up the edge of his mouth.

“Need something?” His tone is smooth and even, like he’s entirely unfazed by this. As if he has women grinding on his hand in the passenger seat of his Jeep all the time. I don’t like that thought though, not one bit. I have no intention of sharing Roman. All I offer him as a response is a whine and a buck of the hips. A low chuckle slips out of him. “Words, Auds. You know I like to hear you use your words.”

Gravel crunches under the tires of his Jeep as he pulls into a dark parking lot that I’ve never been to before. I’m not even sure if I know where we are.

“Touch me,” I pant out. “Please.”

He parks the Jeep and turns it off. I don’t know where the hell we are but I know on one side of the parking lot it’s so dark I can’t see a thing and on the other end of it, all I can see is the moonlight on the waves. He unclips his seatbelt and shifts his body to face mine.

“How many times have I told you, Auds? If you ask for it, I’ll give you everything,” he rasps out. He slides his fingers along the edges of my panties, teasing me. Part of me is screaming for him to put me out of my misery and touch me where I need him but another part of me knows the longer he drags this out the more unhinged we’ll be together. So for that reason, I cut my losses and let him toy with me a little while longer.

I slide the denim shorts down my legs and he finally dips his fingers under the seam of my panties, brushing the pads of his fingers against my clit.

The light contact pulls a whine out of me, bucking my hips to chase that feeling. His eyes snap up to mine and he looks at me like he’s starving and I’m the only meal left in the world. He licks his lips, and his eyelids hang low.

He grabs my thigh pulling me sideways and extending my leg out to make room for him between them. He leans over the center console and lowers his face just centimeters from my pussy. For a moment I wonder how uncomfortable he must be like that but I don’t dwell on the thought much. Anticipation doesn’t allow for it.

“All I can think about anymore is how you taste like heaven.” His tongue drags down the inside of my thigh. “And baby, I need a taste of heaven tonight,” he breathes out. I don’t know if he’s telling me to tell me or if he’s looking for permission so I just sit there panting and nodding like an idiot.

A smile creeps at the corners of his face and my stomach does a front flip. The smile isn’t the bright sunshine smile he usually wears. No, this smile is all trouble and seduction. This smile feels more like him asking me if I have any last words.

Just then, he leans forward and grabs the fabric with his teeth and drags my panties down my legs. Once they’re at my knees he lets go and slides them gently over each leg, never breaking eye contact with me.

Finally, he leans back in and lowers his tongue flat against me and all I can do is throw my head back with a moan. He hums a sound of approval and it vibrates through me making the sensation a million times more intense.

“This what you needed, baby?” he taunts, looking up at me with big brown orbs.

“Yes, yes. God, yes,” I chant out, grinding myself further into him. He slides two hands under my ass and grips me tight, pulling me closer to him.Holy. Shit.I know we are being far too loud to be parked up on the side of some beach. He’s devouring me like I’m his last meal. Tightness burns and coils low in my stomach. Sparking up my spine and back down. Chasing a high only he can give me. I can feel myself dripping down on the seat.

The high is no longer out of reach. It’s right there, I can touch it. He keeps a steady pace and my fingers tangle in his loose curls, pulling them tight between my fingers. To my surprise that draws a low moan out of him, vibrating against me. That sensation is my undoing and I come apart with a loud cry and tremble of the thighs.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Make a fuckin’ mess on my seat,” he says, taking another swipe at me with his tongue. He grabs my hand pulling me to sit up, facing him.

“Come sit in my lap,” he says, pushing his hips forward and leaning back in his seat to make a perfect seat for me. He slides his sweatpants and boxers down past his knees. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock.

“Not yet.” I shake my head. I pop up on my knees and lean over the center console like he did. He’s rock hard and leaking precum. I wrap a gentle hand around the base and bring him to my lips. With one swipe of the tongue, I lick up the precum beaded at the tip. His eyes roll back in his head, and a shaky breath comes stumbling out of his mouth.

“You don’t have to do this, Auds,” he assures me. This I know. If I felt like I had to, I probably never would. Knowing he expects nothing from me gives me a hundred more reasons to give it to him. So I lower my mouth onto him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. A moan slips from his mouth and he wraps my hair in his hand like a ponytail. I bob up and when I go back down I relax my throat enough to let him in. Taking him all the way to the base.

“Fuckkk,” he groans in one long, drawn-out, breath. I slide him out of my mouth with a loud pop. I look up at him with the biggest doe eyes I can manage.

“I want you to be in control this time,” I say, putting him slowly back in my mouth. The look on his face is almost pained he’s so turned on.

“Are you asking me to fuck your perfect little mouth?” he asks, tilting his head to look at me. My mouth is full so all I give him is a nod.Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.“If it’s too much, give my leg a squeeze, yeah?” I nod again.

His grip on my hair grows tighter and he’s now giving me a mix of thrusting up slightly while also guiding me downward by my hair. He’s so cautious and gentle at first. Every thrust is slow and careful like he’s scared he’s going to break me.

Finally he finds his rhythm and seemingly his confidence as well. He keeps a hand tight in my hair and thrusts in and out of my mouth. The Jeep is filled with his moans and panting. The sound of him coming apart is enough to have me squeezing my thighs together. I can feel myself drip down the inside of my thigh.

“Does sucking my cock turn you on?” He takes his free hand and runs it down the center of my back and over my ass, landing right between my thighs. “Fucking hell, Auds. You’re dripping for me.” His hand in my hair comes loose, and he guides me off of him entirely. “Can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside,” he grumbles, pulling me into his lap.

Anticipation burns through me. I find my comfortable position straddling his thighs. Both of us are soaking wet already. I hover over him and he slides the tip through my slit a few times. Every nudge to the clit causes my thighs to tremble. Finally, he nudges the tip inside and I can lower myself onto him. Every inch is nothing short of euphoric.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” I cry out, dropping my head in the crook of his neck. One strong hand holds the back of my neck, and the other bites into the flesh on my hip, rocking me at a pace he likes.

“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he chokes out. Maybe that matters to some women more. Maybe that’s even a turn-off to some. Not to me, I love knowing that I’m the one who makes him feel so good he doesn’t know if he can hold out. I love knowing he’s completely unhinged for me. He catches the hem of my top and pulls it up over my head.

I let him guide me, creating the pace for us. Giving some of that control back to him.

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