Page 104 of Mexico Can Choke On It
His laugh cuts through my performance like a rock through glass. “Nice try, Pip. You forget—I know what you really sound like when you’re about to come. I’ve got your soundtrack memorized.”
“So you’re some kind of orgasm expert now?”
“When it comes to yours? Absolutely. That fake whimpering is insulting to both of us.”
Time to flip the script.
“What about you, Moneybags? Did my performance get you all worked up?”
My palm presses against the front of his pants and—oh.Hello, monster truck rally.
“Holy shit, you’re hard as a rock. All this from only my voice? I wonder what would happen if I…” I start stroking him over the fabric, feeling him twitch beneath my palm.
“Don’t do that while I’m driving.”
“Why? Afraid you’ll lose control and come in your pants like a good little billionaire?”
He doesn’t answer, so I keep rubbing. “Admit it… You’re thinking about my creamy pussy.”
He jerks the handlebars. “I’m trying to steer.”
“Your cock says otherwise. It’s begging for attention. Just say you want me, and I’ll stop… or say you want me, and I’ll keep going.”
He lets out a low groan, and I rub harder, feeling him pulse beneath my fingers. “Admit you want to be inside me right now.”
“Petra.”
“That’s not an admission.”
I look back over my shoulder. We’re in the lead. The other four-wheelers are tiny specs in the distance. So I unzip his pants andreach inside, wrapping my fingers around his hot, hard length and giving him a firm squeeze.
“Christ!” He swerves, barely missing a gigantic tree trunk trying to take us out.
“Great reflexes, B.” I start stroking faster, feeling him pulse in my grip.
“Not here! Your brother is catching up to us.”
I glance over my shoulder, and sure enough, Gavin and Fiona are gaining ground. “Yup, he is.”
“This is crazy.”
“You can end this now,” I whisper, my hand working him with steady pressure. “I’ll tell you exactly how wet I am if you tell me how much you want me. I can feel you throbbing. You’re dying to say it. Come on. Just three little words.”
I kiss the back of his neck and close my eyes, breathing him in. Sweat, leather, jungle heat, and man. The way his cock twitches in my palm, my whole body is pulsing, aching…Oh shit.
I’m climbing for real… Fast.
Whatever’s humming down there is obscene. I mean—truly obscene. Like, there should be a warning label slapped on this ATV:Caution: May Cause Unintentional Orgasms.
“Bryce, I’m not fucking around—I’m close… Oh… oh God,” I moan.
“Jesus, Pip—do you want us to die?”
“Tell me I’m right. Tell me you’re aching to be between my legs.”
“Christ. Your hand…”
“My hand, my mouth, my pussy…” I purr into his neck. “Admit it, and they’re all yours.”
