Page 28 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

I can’t believe I just did that. And I can’t believe how much I fucking liked it.

Fuck. If this were any other scenario, say an empty parking lot at one of the rest stops, I’d climb over the center console in a heartbeat and ride him until I come, but alas. He starts the car again and slowly inches forward to close the five-metre space that has formed between us and the car in front of us.

Definitely not honk-worthy in my opinion, but it seems like the traffic jam is slowly clearing. Cars keep moving, albeit at walk speed. Goddamnit, I’ll have to wait for more until we’re at the hotel, won’t I?

To distract myself how fucking aroused and desperate for an orgasm I am, I pull down the visor and slide away the cover of the mirror. Oh God.

My hair is so disheveled I know it’s going to take me ages to untangle and I look about as fucked as I feel, mascara running down my cheeks and lipstick smudged all over my face. I look like a freshly fucked clown. So I quickly comb my fingers through my hair until it at least looks okay and try to fix my makeup, and when I find it satisfactory, I prop the visor up again.

“Put my sweatshirt under you,” Reed says, handing it over like it’s some kind of secret weapon.

I take it, brows raised. “What for?” But he just smirks, not answering. Typical.

I sigh and unbuckle myself anyway, wriggling around to shove the sweatshirt onto my seat. It’s soft and still warm from him, which somehow makes it weirder. I plop back down, re-buckle with a dramatic click, and shoot him a look.

He’s not even trying to hide his grin. We crawl forward another few feet and I groan out loud.

Grraahhh, this is going to take forever.

But before I can even think about complaining out loud, Reed's hand is between my thighs, fingers dancing over my sensitive skin. His eyes are focused on the road and he doesn’t even look at me as he roughly massages the inside of my thigh so hard that it’s probably going to leave a bruise, making me groan. His hand issoclose to where I want it.

“Reed!” I hiss, panic creeping into my voice as I suddenly realize that we’re not between the trucks anymore. At some point, the metal privacy wall vanished, and now the car next to us is at perfect eye level. So is the one in front.

My eyes dart left, then ahead.

“Just try to look like you’re not getting fingerfucked in the car,” he says with a wicked grin, eyes still on the road as his finger finds my clit, circling it in agonizingly slow patterns.

“Easier said than done,” I hiss, blood rushing to my cheeks, and I slip further down my seat and open my legs a little further, giving him more space to tease me.

Then the bastard opens the window on my side a tiny bit.

Did I mention that giving a blowjob in a car is about the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done? Well, I need to correct myself, because getting fingered in a car fully in sight of people is definitely dirtier and just as hot.

His finger slides down from my clit and finds my hot and wet entrance, but he doesn’t push it inside.

Instead, he teases my entrance, only drawing circles and patterns around it that make me grab the handhold over my door, holding onto it so tightly my knuckles turn white as he continues his slow torture. I want to close my eyes and focus on breathing in and out instead of moaning but I learn the hard way that doing that makes the sensation of his teasing all the more intense.

So I keep my eyes open, leaning my elbow on the car window, propping my elbow on the car window and pressing my hand against my mouth to muffle any sounds and hide my face as he teases me to tears while he navigates us through the traffic like this is just an everyday occurrence to him.

“Reed,” I whine, but he only chuckles in response as he changes lanes.

I can’t explain what it does to me, the fact that he’s keeping me on the edge of my seat quite literally, without even paying attention. I roll my hips, desperate for more, trying to push his fingers deeper. But he moves with me, keeping just out of reach, making me chase his touch unsuccessfully.

Instead, his thumb finds my clit, drawing lazy circles around it ever so lightly as he continues to tease my entrance. Talk about multitasking.

I can’t even help the whimper that leaves my mouth. “Reed, I need more,” I beg but he shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips.

“You’re so hot when you beg for it,” he growls and I bite my lip, fingers digging into his forearm. “You want my fingers inside you? Want me to find that spot that makes you go off like a firecracker? Pushing it over and over until you’re a blubbering mess, spreading your juices on my jacket?”

“Fuck yes, Reed. Please,” I whine and roll my hips once more, not even trying to remain quiet anymore. Let them hear it. I’ll never see them again anyways.

“You want me to make you cum right here on the highway where anyone can see? Look at that guy on our right, if he turns his head he’ll see everything. You, horny and ready for me. Do you want him to see you come?” I moan instead of answering, slapping my hand over my mouth and then his chest for good measure.

He doesn’t back off, not one bit. I don’t look at the clock, but it feels like forever as he keeps teasing me, sometimes pushing his fingers deeper, making my whole body tremble, but every time that tight knot in my lower belly starts to unravel, he eases up, starting the whole damn cycle again. His voice growls dirtier and dirtier, each word only making me that much more desperate to come.

“Well, looks like traffic’s picked up again,” he suddenly says nonchalantly and pushes his fingers against my mouth. I open my lips for him readily, sucking my juices off his fingers. Although I’m very tempted to bite them off for making me a trembling mess, desperate for release, instead I caress them with my tongue, tasting myself on them. Reed groans, pulling his fingers out of my mouth to adjust himself, then rests it on the accelerator.

“You should have gotten an automatic car,” I scold him breathlessly and let my hand wander down the front of my dress. “Looks like I need to finish what you started.”

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