Page 59 of Cruel Offer
When I open my eyes and try to catch my breath, Nate is sitting on the bench next to me looking very satisfied. My legs are shaking even worse than the last time.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“Yes we can, and we will,” he says. “You’re not going to sleep tonight until I say you’ve had enough. Stay here.”
He walks out of the shelter and disappears around the corner. As for me, I’m a mess. My hand is sticky, my panties are soaked, and my legs feel like gelatin.
Just how many times does he think I can do this? I’mnot sure what he’s trying to teach me in this lesson. That I have to be able to come on command? To learn how to stay up all night satisfying my man?
A deep ache flames between my legs, eager to take on the challenge.
He returns with a wad of wet paper towels.
“Let me see.” He points to my gelato hand and starts cleaning it off when I give it to him. It takes some work, but he gets most of the mess off my hand, at least enough that my fingers don’t stick together anymore.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
We make our way back to the car. He’s quiet on the drive until we’re just a few blocks from the brownstone, stuck in late night weekend traffic.
“Spread your legs,” he says quietly.
He looks over at me to make sure I’ve complied. I do as he commands, swallowing hard. Nate takes my hand and places it between my legs.
“I have to focus on the road. Make yourself come for me.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s just me and you in the car. You can be as loud as you want.”
I can’t believe that I’m doing this. But I don’t really think about it as I move my hand beneath my skirt. My panties are so wet that it’s pointless to keep them on. Shifting my hips, I slide them down and remove them. Nate watches me in short increments, dividing his time between what I’m doing and watching the road. He doesn’t ask me to pull my skirt all the way up, so I don’t. Being covered makes me a little more confident as I putmy hand over my aching center, take a few steadying breaths, and dip a finger inside.
This is insane.
Who am I?
“That’s it. Good girl.”
Nate’s voice is low and hard. I’m afraid he’s going to keep his attention on me too long.
“Watch the road.”
He adjusts himself, his hand lingering on his crotch. This can’t be easy on him. Maybe when we get home, I can encourage him to get himself off…and I can watch.
Oh, God.
The thought pushes me into overdrive. I can see it in my mind’s eye. Nate’s hand on his thick cock. Pumping up and down. The fat tip glistening, the shaft growing harder as he gets close to release. Does he close his eyes or watch as he gets himself off?
My fingers fly over my sensitive nub. Slinking lower in the seat so I can spread my legs wider, I lean my head back against the seat. My breath comes in hard little pants interspersed with sharp moans. The car swerves slightly. Nate curses in a gravelly voice.
I’m almost there…almost there…almost…
My moans pitch higher, louder, faster, and then I come all over my hand.
The car makes a sharp left and I realize he’s pulling through the back gate at the brownstone. He doesn’t even bother pulling into the garage before he throws the car into park and bursts out of his seat. Leaving my panties, I take his hand when comes around and opens my door. I think he’s going to make me orgasm again when he tugs me to thefront of the house and pushes me against the front door, but it’s only so he can dig out his keys and unlock the door. He scoops me up in his arms, kicks the door closed, and strides upstairs to his room.
I’m on the bed in an instant. Nate’s eyes are dark with lust as he strips off my dress and stares at my bare pussy, probably thinking of my panties still on the floor of his car. He makes quick work of his shirt and shrugs it off.
His body makes my mouth water. I can’t get enough of the streamlined muscles of his pecs and abs, and the little trail that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants.
