Page 62 of Push & Pull
Simone shook her head.
Petra turned her whole body toward the passenger in her rental car. “To forget all the crap we dealt with today. Remember last night? Remember this morning? Fuck it. Let’s go back to that right now.”
It took Simone a moment to realize what Petra meant. “You mean right here? In the car?” She craned her head over her shoulder as if she would see a line of people behind them.
“Nobody can see jack shit over here. Even if they pulled up right beside us, the rain is so thick they won’t suspect a thing.”
Although Simone was aware of Petra’s hand curling over a thigh and coming for a zipper, she didn’t do a damn thing to bat it away. “Okay, you have got to be kidding. It’s broad daylight out there.”
“Barely! I could hardly see two feet in front of me on the freeway! Besides!” Petra braced herself against the steering wheel as her face came closer to Simone’s. “I don’t think we should head back out on that road until you’ve calmed down. You’re really uptight right now, princess. I mean, we could keep driving to New York and wait until we’re in the hotel room to do it, yet again, but I don’t think that’s what you want. I know it’s definitely not what I want right now.”
“It’s not what I want, huh?”
Petra undid Simone’s seatbelt and used that opportunity to hover her lips near her lover’s. “I know a few things about you too, you know, and I’m not only talking about what you like in the moment. I’m talking about what makes you tick.” She placed a light kiss against Simone’s lips, hoping that this wouldn’t be what landed the back of her head against the windshield. Because Petra knew she played with fire. They might as well have been dripping in kerosene with Simone’s lighter about to spark.
“What makes me tick?” Simone whispered against Petra’s mouth.
“You’re the kind of girl who has a stressful day at work and goes home to grab your vibrator out of the nightstand, aren’t you?” As Simone slightly whimpered, her eyes rolling back and her body tensing against the passenger seat, Petra undid the button on those denim jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.In and out. A quickie in the car at the rest stop. She’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the day.Petra already had Simone right where she was needed: here, ready, and nearly willing.
“I used to do other things, too.”
“We’re not going to think about those other things right now.” Petra eased back toward the driver’s seat as her fingertips toyed with the soft cotton of Simone’s underwear.It doesn’t take much to convince her of anything, does it?Assuming it was something Simone could get into, like being taken on an erotic journey while getting fingered in the car. “You’re closing your eyes and imagining you walked through your front door. You throw down your bag and take off your jewelry. You walk past the TV, forget your phone on the kitchen counter, and go straight into your bedroom. First thing you do is take off your pants.” Petra’s finger bypassed the elastic of Simone’s underwear and soon encountered the hair that protected her mound. “Your bed is right there. What do you do next?”
Petra tickled those hairs, and they tickled her right back. Whatever Simone felt, however, didn’t compare.
“It’s not in the nightstand,” Simone softly corrected the woman coming dangerously close to her slit. “It’s in my dresser.”
“Oh, so you really have to want it if you’re in bed and decide to get it on with the vibe, huh?” Petra hid a chuckle in her throat. “I like this image of you leaping out of bed in the middle of the night to grab your vibrator across the room. Then what? Do you need to get wet first, or are you ready to go like you are right now?” That wasn’t only heat Petra encountered as her finger sank deeper between Simone’s legs. Nor was Simone’s back the only thing arching in her seat. Those lifting hips and squeezing thighs only made it easier for Petra to access the sweet nub that would take Simone from one stage of this fantasy to the next.
“Right there…” Simone gasped as Petra’s whole hand disappeared. Her middle finger slid along Simone’s slit.If I had a bigger hand like hers, I’d be inside of her by now.That could come later. Right now, Petra was more interested in how quickly she could make this blushing princess come in public. “What happens next?”
You need me to paint the whole picture, huh?Honestly, Petra was about to offer, anyway. “You crash onto your bed and open your legs wide. You’re in such a hurry to get the stress out that you don’t bother taking off your top. You shove your vibe into your silky underwear and start it out on the lowest level. That way you can savor how it makes you feel.”
Simone bit her lip before succumbing to howPetramade her feel. The sweater surrounding her torso opened. While one of Simone’s hands latched onto Petra’s arm, the other tugged on her T-shirt until it rested on Petra’s stomach. If Simone was trying to return the favor, though, she wasn’t going to succeed. Petra had control of the situation, and she wasn’t about to turn over a single thing – no matter how hot Simone was with her heavy breaths and fluttering eyelashes.
“Doesn’t take long for you to turn up the setting.” Petra’s finger moved faster, placing appropriate pressure on Simone’s clit. “You want to come quickly. You’ve got other things to do. Right now, though, all you’re thinking about is getting off. You need a good fantasy to go with it. So what is it?” Petra’s movements kept to the beat of the rain falling onto the windshield. “Who has the honors in your head? Who are you thinking about rocking between your legs, filling you with pleasure, and treating you like the spoiled princess you deserve to be?” Petra didn’t care who Simone said. It could be a celebrity. An old friend. Hell, an old lover. Because nothing was hotter than watching this hot mess of an heiress come apart at the seams in broad daylight. “Who’s making you their personal slut?”
That could have brought the whole fantasy down if Petra didn’t time it right.Just because you’re into something most of the time, doesn’t mean you want to hear about it every time.Petra was also guilty of taking some things too far. Simone may have told her that she liked roleplay that teetered on humiliation, but did that mean she wanted to be called a slut while getting fingered in the car?
Apparently.
“You are.” Simone’s breath and heart rate were high enough to signal she was already about to come. So was that grip she had on Petra’s arm. “I’m your slut.”
Petra was grateful that Simone couldn’t see the smile now cracking any lingering awkwardness between them. “Why? Because I finger you in the car at a public rest stop? I have half a mind to roll down the window so the nice truckers driving by can watch you come.”
She had said that because a truckwascoming. As it lumbered by, prepared to use the turnout, Simone grabbed both sides of the open front of her sweater. Her thighs continued to undulate to the beat of Petra’s movements.She doesn’t even know it’s there.Granted, that trucker couldn’t possibly see what was going on in the Volvo, but Petra enjoyed the strike of naughtiness it left on her cheek.
“I’m going to come…”
“I know you are. It’s so easy with you.”
Were those the magic words that sent Simone over the edge? Or was she about to burst anyway? Petra liked to think her words held some carnal sway over the woman who was now resting her head on top of the seat and moaning in ecstasy.
Petra also regretted not turning down the heat before this started. Between Simone’s body heat and the exertion to make her orgasm, Petra was sweating.And horny. Of course I am.She would wait, though. They needed to get back on the road. Besides, another hotel room awaited.
“Shit.” Simone put her elbow on the car door and held her forehead in her hand. “I have… never done that before.”
“Really? I do it every Wednesday.” Petra finally reclaimed her hand, aware that it was in no state to help her drive. As the rain finally let up and the world materialized beyond the car windows, Petra said, “Do me a favor and grab me a disinfectant wipe from the glove compartment. There you go. I need to get this car back to the rental agency in the state I borrowed it, and that includes no bodily fluids on the wheel.”
