Page 71 of EverGreene
I looked behind me to make sure she wasn’t on her way back out before logging into the app and finding the panties I’d bought and registered for her. If she was in fact wearing the vibrating panties, I now had the ability to activate them at my fingertips. Was this what it felt like to have unlimited power? To be Lex Luther or Emperor Palpatine? Jesus, no wonder the villains seemed to have all the fun.
Ever emerged from the store, and I shoved the phone backinside my pocket, returning the nozzle to the pump. This ride just got a whole lot more interesting.
When we got back on the road, Ever sat in silence with her phone in her hand, occasionally glancing down at it, probably awaiting a response from V after that text she sent. She excelled at poking the bear and taking the punishment that came with it with a smile on her face. My actual phone was resting in view of Ever, which I’d done purposely because I can’t text her on a phone I didn’t have in my hands. With the burner phone firmly tucked inside my pocket, I held a finger hovered over the button that would prove whether Ever was full of shit or a glutton for sexual punishment. We’d traveled about ten miles down the road when I decided to find out which one it was, letting my finger tap the button.
Ever suddenly jolted upright in her seat, her phone falling to the floor at the same time, when what could only be described as a gasp fell from her lips.
Well. Well. Well.
“Everything okay?” I asked, fighting like hell to keep a grin off my face.
“Mmhmm.” She picked her phone up from the floor, relaxing in her seat. “Just a—leg cramp.”
“A leg cramp? Do you need me to pull over so you can walk it off?”
“No. It’s gone now. All good.”
“Wow. That passed quickly.”
“Yes. Genes. Good genes.”
I suppressed a laugh, watching as she settled back, frantically tapping something out on her phone. In my pocket, the burner phone vibrated. How I would give my right nut to be able to read her message right now.
Let’s turn things up a notch, shall we? My finger tapped the button not once buttwice.
“Oh, God,” Ever moaned, arching her back against the seat. Her legs shook as she moved.
“Cramping again?”
“What? Uh, yeah. Yup.”
She was avoiding making any kind of eye contact with me, which was good because her moans had sprung my dick to life, and the tent I was pitching in my jeans was going to be hard to conceal, even with me pulling my t-shirt down to cover it. Without giving Ever the chance to breathe, I pushed the button once more. This time, she seemed to be prepared for it, barely making a whimper as she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.
Okay, kinky little bird, we’ll just turn things up a notch.
One. Two. Three.My finger tapped the button like I was in an elevator, and I was trying to close the door before someone else could get inside with me.
“Fuck!” Ever’s arm shot up and grabbed the oh-shit handle, clinging to it like she did the bedpost in her room.
“Are you?—”
“Yes!” she interrupted. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
Her ragged breaths were calling out to my cock, beckoning it to be freed from its denim bonds, intensifying with each push of the button. Her pain was my pain, except one of us was in a position to be freed from it while the other one was destined to jerk off in the shower when we got to the hotel. Fuck my life.
Still clutching the handle in a death grip, Ever’s body contorted. She gasped, not even trying to silence herself, each time my thumb pressed on the screen. God, how I wanted to pull over and finish her off myself. It wasn’t fair that a pair of panties was having more fun than I was.
Ever sucked in a breath, her chest rising and falling as she all but lay back in the seat. I’d seen that look on her face inmultiple different positions and states of undress. Personally, I preferred staring straight at it face-to-face, but I would take it any way I could get it. She was almost there. Just. One. More. Push.
“Nghaam.” Her speech came out unintelligible as her legs spasmed. Her body curled into a fetal position, and she finally let go of the handle with her arm falling to her side. She may be recovering, but I was over here in misery. My own fault, really.
“That must have been one hell of a leg cramp.” My voice came out strained, and I cleared my throat to emulate clearing away a tickle I didn’t have.
“Yes. It really was,” Ever replied a few seconds later, still riding the high only an orgasm could bring. Moments later, she opened her eyes, simultaneously crashing back down to earth when she remembered she wasn’t in some ethereal climax plane but sitting in the passenger seat of a Lexus, sitting next to her coworker on a work trip. “I need to use the bathroom,” she blurted out, springing up in the seat.
“Now? I thought you just used one like twenty miles ago.”
“I, uh, couldn’t go. Pee shy. Too many people.”
