Page 66 of Playing with Fire

Excitement and desire mixed as I climbed into my seat. Once he pulled out onto the main road, he reached over and trailed his fingers up my thigh. I gasped when they disappeared beneath the hem of my knit shorts and swung my gaze over to him. The mischievous smile he wore said he knew exactly what he was doing.

My hips bucked as he rubbed my clit through my lacy thong. “Logan,” I moaned.

His touch softened to a torturous degree, and I rotated my hips, trying to find more friction.

His movements froze. “Nope. You have to stay completely still.” He cocked a brow at me. “Anything I want, remember? And I want you begging for my cock by the time we get home.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, not about to admit I wanted to beg for it now. His ministrations started again, and I let my head fall back against the headrest and closed my eyes. I focused on staying still as his fingers slid under my panties, brushing lightly across my clit. The pressure was just strong enough to send little zaps of pleasure radiating through my body, but not enough to cause an orgasm.

“So wet.” He slid two fingers down, toying with my entrance. “You’re going to be so ready, begging for me to fuck you, aren’t you?”

I twisted my head to the side to look at him and gave him a slight nod.

He continued playing with me, backing off the amount of pressure I needed, but I couldn’t deny it felt amazing. I gripped the handle of the door tightly as he increased the speed of his fingers, alternating soft and firm touches. My chest heaved, and another moan left my lips. Without my permission, my hips bucked off the seat. Jesus. Maybe I was going to come.

He paused again. “So needy.”

I bit into my lip and pinched my eyes closed, thanking my lucky stars when he moved his fingers again. After a few more minutes of pure torture, he removed his hand.

“What…” My eyelids flew open, and I looked over at him as he turned the truck into his driveway.

Pushing the button on the roof of his truck to open the garage, he pulled in and immediately hit the button again to close the door. The engine off, his hands went to the buckle of his belt.

“Take those off.” He motioned at my shorts. “Then get your ass over here.”

He reached down and lifted the lever, throwing his seat further back. Hastily, I discarded my shorts and thong and climbed over the center console. I straddled his legs, looking down as his long, thick cock jutted out.

“My turn.” I grasped him in my hand and moved up and down, using my thumb to spread his precum over the tip.

He threw his head back with a groan. “Fuck, sweetheart. Keep that up and I’m going to come in your hand instead of inside of you.”

I smiled and did it again. “You teased me, so it’s only fair I get to tease you now.”

His jaw locked, and his eyes became hooded out as I moved my hand slowly up and down. I enjoyed watching him hold onto his control. When his hips bucked, I let go of him. In one quick movement, I lifted up, moving over him, and slid down his length. A moan left my lips as he stretched me until I was fully seated.

“You’re not allowed to move this time.” I pressed my palms against his chest and rotated my hips, seeking that sweet spot.

“Christ.” His fingers dug into my ass, but otherwise, he relaxed back against the seat, letting me take control. “I want to watch your tits bounce.”

I slid one strap of my tank top down my arm, repeating the same on the other side. He tugged the fabric down until my breasts were fully exposed, and goose bumps broke out along my skin as his thumbs flicked my nipples.

Between playing with me on the drive home and now feeling him inside me as he played with my nipples, it was all too much. But also not enough. I didn’t want to rush this. Being with him, feeling him inside me, was intense, and I swung between wanting to take it slow and wanting to ride him hard and fast.

I started slowly, rising up and sliding back down, rotating my hips so my clit grinded against his pelvis. He kept his gaze locked on my face, and I couldn’t look away. Every clench of his jaw and groan that slipped between his lips spurred me on as I increased my speed.

“Fuuck,” he growled. “Just like that.” He reached up and tangled his hand in my hair, tugging slightly.

The sensation shot straight to my core, increasing the pleasure, and my movements became more erratic, grinding against him over and over.

He pulled my mouth down to his and thrust his tongue inside, exploring every crevice. The new angle put more pressure on my clit and I rubbed shamelessly against him. He dug his fingers into my ass, encouraging me to move faster.

I felt so out of control, bombarded with so many sensations as his mouth continued to assault mine, his hand still in my hair, and his fingers digging into my ass. Not to mention the feeling of him stretching me. It all sent me flying. I pulled back, digging my nails into his chest, and my body trembled as my orgasm overtook me.

A growl vibrated through his chest and tumbled from his lips as he exploded, filling me with his release. I slowed my movements but didn’t stop, riding out every wave, not ready for it to be over.

Fully spent and sated, I sagged back down onto his chest and lay my head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around my back, and we stayed like that until our breathing evened out.

His cock twitched and hardened inside of me again, and I sat up, giggling, and stared down at him.

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