Page 32 of Wicked Things
He slowly turns back around, and gun’s the Camaro’s engine, pulling back into the evening traffic. “Yes,” he says, his voice rumbling and deep. “Oh. I’m gonna need you to take your pants off for me.”
My cheeks begin to flush, heat blossoming all over my body. “There isn’t much room back here, Mr. Mayfair. And your car is kind of low to the ground, if you haven’t noticed. People can probably see in.”
Zeth taps the rear view with his index finger. I look into it and see the lust-filled intensity in his eyes as he stares back at me. “I don’t give afuck. I want you naked on that back seat right now. If you make me wait, I’ll pull over at the side of the road and I’ll tear your clothes off you with my bare fucking hands. Do you understand me? I won’t give ashitwho sees that.” He speaks slowly, wicked intent filling every vowel and consonant he parts with. He’s telling the truth. He really will climb back here and shred my clothes from my body if I don’t give him what he wants.
My heart begins to skitter around in my chest, fluttering wildly. “All right. You asked for it,” I say.
The smirk that lifts just once side of his mouth so distracting, I almost forget how to breathe. “I didn’t ask,” he says. “Idemanded.”
A shockwave of need powers through me, forceful and solid. Being pregnant has turned me into an animal. I’ve always been a sexual creature with Zeth, but the hormones running riot in my system these days literally have me climbing the walls if he so much looks in my direction. Toeing off my shoes and socks, I unfasten my belt and unzip my jeans, wriggling them over my hips, pulling them down my legs. My jacket goes next, and then my shirt, until I’m only wearing my underwear. I shiver, the leather seat cold underneath me, my nipples peaking painfully. I have goose bumps all over me, my skin rebelling against the sudden cold. Zeth changes lanes, his eyes flitting from the road ahead of him to me in the rear view.
“I don’t recall telling you to strip down to your underwear,” he growls. “I want you naked, Sloane. I want to see all of you.Now.”
There is something so sexual, so erotic about the way he’s watching me in the mirror, his eyes spending far too long fixed on me and nowhere near enough time on the other cars on the road. If I didn’t know he was capable of splitting his focus so efficiently, there’s no way I’d be doing this right now. I certainly wouldn’t be pushing down my bra straps, slowly lowering them over my shoulders. I wouldn’t be reaching between my breasts and unfastening the lace clasp from the front, allowing my bra to fall from my body. I wouldn’t be sliding my hand between my legs, teasing myself, moaning a little at the contact.
“Off,” Zeth snarls. “Fucking take themoff.”
My chest is rising and falling as I obey him. I lift my ass off the seat so I can remove my panties. Zeth’s eyes are hungry, filled with need. He clears his throat as he goes back to watching the road for a second, glancing over his shoulder so he can change lanes. He takes our exit, the road heading up the mountain to our place, and then he gives me his attention again.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me your pussy. I want to see fucking everything.”
I open my legs as instructed, and Zeth fastens his lower lip between his teeth, rumbling out his pleasure. In short, very brief glances in the mirror he surveys my body, focusing on my pussy.
“My dick is rock solid right now,” he informs me. “I’m going to fucking punish you with it, woman. I’m going to thrust it deep into your mouth. I’m not gonna stop pushing until I hit the back of your fucking throat. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes. God, yes.” I am too hot—my body feels like its on fire.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to hear you moaning back there,” Zeth commands.
Once upon a time there was a virginal innocent, who’d never really masturbated before in her life. Then she met the big bad wolf, and he showed her a whole new world of self-abuse. “Where should I start?” I pant.
“Roll your nipples for me. Squeeze. Hard. Squeeze them as hard as I would, Sloane. And no cheating. I’ll know if you’re cheating.”
“Why would I even want to?” I ask. My hands are already on my breasts, cupping and kneading, working over my flesh. It feels so good. Not as good as it would if my hands were Zeth’s instead, but still… Taking my nipples in between my thumbs and my index fingers, I roll them, pinching and squeezing, until the sharp, burning pain fills my head. “Ahhh… oh god.” I arch my back, and Zeth makes a pleased humming sound.
“Your clit now. I want to see you tease your clit,” he tells me. “Feet up on the seat, Romera. Let your legs fall apart. I want them wide.”
So specific. So demanding. I plant my heels on the seat just beneath my butt, and I let my knees fall out, displaying me as plainly as can be. Zeth reaches up and angles the rear view mirror down, no doubt giving himself a better view. There are no cars on the road at this time of night. No street lights, either, though. The road is pitch black, winding up, up, up, ascending the mountain in the dark. Zeth spends more time looking straight ahead than he does staring in the mirror, which I am glad about now that the way ahead is so winding and dangerous.
“Make yourself come for me,” he demands. “If I can’t look, then I want to fucking hear you, Sloane. How wet are you?”
I tease my fingertips over my pussy, shivering a little. My hand comes away slick, my own arousal all over my skin. “Very,” I say breathlessly. “Sowet. Damn, I…that feels amazing.” I rub my fingers in small circles against myself, working faster and faster, until I’m rocking my hips, grinding myself into my own hand. Zeth risks a lightning fast backward glance, and groans deeply.
“Fuck, Angry Girl. You are…you are something fucking else. Slide your fingers inside. Do it for me. Do it right now. Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
My back arches away from the seat as I do as I’m told. Just my index finger, and then my middle finger after it. I pump my fingers into my pussy, holding my breath until it’s too much to bear, and then I’m panting, gasping, using my other hand to rub my clit at the same time as I fuck myself.
“Shit. God, Zeth. I’m losing my mind. I wish this were your fingers. Your mouth. Your tongue. Your cock. You…I just want…you.”
“Show me,” he snarls. “Show me how much you want me. Come all over your fingers for me, Angry Girl. Do it right now. I want to hear you screaming me fucking name.”
It doesn’t take long to give him what he wants. I’m already so close. Honestly, the past few weeks, I’ve been close to coming from the feeling of my own clothing brushing up against my body whenever he’s around, so this…this insanely hot moment we’re sharing is enough to send me spiralling over the edge, my consciousness scattering to the four winds as I break against the wave of pleasure that crashes over me.
“Fuck. Oh, shit. Shit, Zeth. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to—” I can’t even hear my own voice anymore. All I can hear is my blood rushing around my body, churning like stormy waves against a shoreline. My neck is bent to an angle, my eyes screwed shut against the power of my climax, my whole body shaking.
“Learn forward, Sloane.” Zeth’s voice is the only thing capable of pulling me from my reverie. He sounds taught, like a bowstring ready to snap. I open my eyes, and his fierce gaze meets mine in the mirror, sending shiver after shiver skating down my spine. “Do it,” he commands. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
I’m utterly boneless as I lean forward, my breasts crushing up against the back of the passenger seat.
