Page 12 of Tethered Souls
Shoving those feelings down, I run my fingers back and forth across her lower inner thigh. Soft hair tickles me, and my cock jumps at the knowledge that I’m touching her in a place no one else gets to see. I trail my tips towards her knee, searching for that line she can’t be bothered shaving past and find it right above her kneecap.
I feather my hand back up her thigh, my cock jumping at the first brush of hair against my fingertips. This is mine and no one else’s.
My cock hardening, I push my hand higher. She squeezes her thighs together, trapping me, and I glance over at her as we head down the mountain pass.
She looks at me, her cheeks flushed red, her lips parted, her eyes glazed in utter need and tinged with a slight panic born from inexperience. From innocence.
My cock jerks against my pants, growing painful.
Holding her gaze, daring her to keep denying me, I push my hand up higher.
Her lips part wider as a soft noise escapes. But she doesn’t deny me. Doesn’t stop me from taking what is now mine.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.”
Her mouth drops open all the way. Horrified heat floods her saucer-sized eyes. Her legs snap together. Her gaze flicks to the mirror, to Khalid sitting well within hearing range before coming back to me.
Her lips move wordlessly when all I want is to hear her scream.
“Do not make me ask again.”
Her muscles trembling under my hand, she slowly parts her thighs.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
A blush floods her cheeks, overflowing directly into my cock, filling it, thickening it. Seeing her desire is feeding mine, and – I glance at the clock.
We still have seven hours and fifty-odd minutes to go.
Fuck.
Turning my attention back to the road, I slow down for our turn, heading for interstate twenty-five. After we merge onto it, I move my hand down her thigh again, my fingers teasing every inch of her skin.
I want her bouncing on my cock with her tits in my face. She doesn’t have a large set – A’s, if that. I could fit her whole boob in my mouth. Suck on it as she squirms and blushes and pants.
My fingers trail across her thigh, stroking back and forth as she leans her head back in her seat. Her legs part even more, and my cock jumps, wet with need, precum pooling against the cotton pressed against its head.
I shift my hips, searching for a bit of relief but failing.
Fuck.
I glance back at the clock.
Seven hours and forty-five minutes…
My fingers sensitive to every shift of her body, to every hair on her leg, I keep exploring, keep teasing, keep inhaling her arousal as the car eats up the miles. She’s slick with need, waiting to be filled, her scent growing so strong, it’s making all my blood rush south. I can imagine her wrapped around my cock, sinking down on me before rising again. The picture strengthens with every breath of her I breathe in. It fills my lungs, my head, my throbbing cock until I’m damn near going to come in my pants.
It’s been years since I’ve touched another – my first and only interest just wanted to get close to me. She didn’t try to kill me herself. She just opened the door for her surprise boyfriend to do so. Neither of them walked out of that room, but the worst part of it was, I didn’t even get my cock wet.
But in another godsdamn seven hours, I’m going to for the first time. And I’m going to take my time, explore every inch of Micha’s body. Fill every hole. I’m not leaving the fucking room until she’s lying in a mess of my cum, unable to move, unable to breathe, and I know what every part of her tastes like, both before and after I mark her as mine.
Shit.
I hate this fucking clock.
Seven godsdamn hours.
My fingers trail back and forth, rising higher with every return north. She spreads her legs wider, a silent plea as she clenches her hands. My cock jerks, throbbing on the verge of release, but I beat my orgasm back. The first time I come is going to be inside her.
