Page 97 of Something Spontaneous

I lift my hips off the bench and hook my other thumb into the waistband of my shorts. Her jaw tenses and her nostrils flare, but I can’t look away from those amber-flecked pools that are smoldering with need.

“Does it matter? I told you. Shorts. Off.”

She’s right. It doesn’t matter.

Holding her gaze, I start to inch my shorts down because again, I’m relatively sane, and if she wants me to take them off, they’re coming off.

In the confined space of her van, the only sound is our breathing. It’s so quiet that I feel like I can hear an entire conversation pass between us. That’s until my shorts hit the floor, pulling her attention down to my lap. My cock is already so goddamn hard, but when her pupils blow, and she glides her tongue over the dimple in her bottom lip left from her teeth, I swear I feel every beat of my heart through my pulsing erection.

With one finger, she taps the head of my cock, making a satisfied hum that makes my aching balls tighten.

“Good. I love it when you follow instructions.” She presses a quick kiss to my cheek before standing up.

“You still haven’t told me what we’re doing,” I say, looking back up at her and that pastie she ripped off halfway through the wide holes in her top. I consider pulling her into my lap and tugging that glittery sticker off with my teeth so I can flick my tongue over her nipple, but I can wait because she has my curiosity piqued.

“Does it really matter? You’re not going to tell me no, and I already told you what I’m doing. You must have too much sand in your ears to hear me, I guess.”

Fuck me. She is truly in my head—not that she ever left it.

Also, she’s right again. There’s fucking sand everywhere, and when we’re back in Sterling Springs, I’m going to Shop Vac the hell out of this van for her.

“Fair enough,” I grumble.

She turns her attention to the cabinet above me and unlatches it. I hear the clangs and scrapes as she rummages around. I love the way her face scrunches with determination as she focuses on whatever the hell she’s doing. She huffs and mutters a curse under her breath.

“Do you need a hand?” I trail a finger over that fluorescent fishnet top, between her breasts, down her stomach, and finally into the elastic of her hot pants. She doesn’t move, but her eyes shift in my direction.

“No.” She bats my hand away, and I laugh. “Because I found it.”

I tilt my head, wondering what it is and if it has anything to do with alleviating my aching dick.

I know she’s needy too, because I haven’t touched her yet, but with her closeness, I can smell how much she needs me. I don’t have time to ponder that because a black bag falls from the cabinet and lands right in my lap.

“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Once again, a little warning would have been nice.”

She smirks and rubs the backs of her knuckles over the top of my length, sending a shiver of need down my spine. “I think he’ll be fine soon enough. Also, I did tell you I found it, so you were warned.”

I’m about to finally ask what it is when she plucks the bag from my lap. She reaches in, grinning manically, like a fucked up, sexy version of Santa, leaving me wanting to know what’s in the goddamn bag.

“I was looking for this,” she says, pulling out a vaguely familiar piece of silicone with two fabric straps attached.

I study it for a second, and that’s all I need for my mouth to go dry. I recognize the grinder toy from her videos. She extends it toward me, inches from my face. This close, I can make out all the details of the textured silicone. It’s dark—an inky black speckled with golden flecks and shaped like textured scales and ridges from some kind of reptile.

Normally, she straps it to a pillow and grinds herself on it—rutting her clit to her own thigh-shaking climax. I’ve come watching that more times than I can count since I came across her account. That thought alone makes my cock thicken and forget that this toy, and its bag, nearly crushed it. She was right again—he’ll be fine.

I must be staring because she laughs, breathy and airy. “I take it you recognize this?”

“Mm-hmm,” is all I manage to get out. My eyes stay fixed on the piece of silicone while I try to imagine how many times she’s made herself come with it. I might’ve seen a number of those times, but I wish I were there for each and every one.

“Good,” she says, holding the toy to her chest and strumming her fingers over it—bringing my attention back to her. “Sit back.”

I do as she commands, mesmerized by her. I fucking love her bossy side. She was always strong and confident, but neither of us are awkward teens anymore, and that’s never been clearer than it is right now.

I can play Daddy if she wants to shut off and let me give her everything I know she needs, but if she wants to be in charge… I’ll sit back, because she is—and always has been—an unstoppable force.

I watch with bated breath as she kneels in front of me. She runs her fingers up from what’s left of my shin, over my knee, and finally settles them on my thigh. My heart pounds in my chest with her kneeling like this between my legs.

Her heated gaze drifts from my leg to my fucking painfully hard cock, and up until her eyes meet mine.