Page 166 of Devious Obsession
But I love the rush of adrenaline that comes with the risk.
He controls my pace, choking me on his dick and then letting me breathe and suck and lick at his tip. Then back down. I hold on to his hip with my left hand, and his thigh with my other. Balancing myself.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns on another groan.
I fucking love the noises he makes.
I lock my lips around his head and run my tongue over his slit. My hand curls around his base, pumping and twisting.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls above me.
The car swerves ever so slightly, and suddenly my mouth is flooded. I swallow hard, sucking and pumping him. There’s another jet of cum, and he lets out a shaky exhale. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, and I sit up. I wipe my chin with the back of my hand. I glance at the road, checking that we’re not in danger of crashing into anything or going around a sharp curve, then drag his face toward mine. Our open mouths smash together, our tongues sliding and fighting for space.
I release him after a second and fall back in my seat, laughing.
“Holy shit.” He shakes his head. “You’re just as crazy as me.”
I eye him. His combed hair, which needs some messing. The dark-purple dress shirt tucked into his black pants—which I now realize he somehow perfectly matched to my dress.
“So, home?” I ask lightly.
He shakes his head. “Not a chance.”
“Where, then?”
“Well,first… we’re making a pit stop. But then, we’re going to a party.”
Uh-huh.
“Buckle,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” I grumble. But really, no complaints here. I did my big risky move—I don’t need to keep asking fate to wreck us.
We drive for another twenty minutes. Music plays, distracting both of us from conversation. He’s been inching his hand up my thigh for the last fifteen, and his pinky finally grazes the edge of my panties.
I keep staring out the window as he slips his finger under the thin fabric.
“You’re wet,” he says.
“Hmm?” I pretend to notice him for the first time.
He chuckles and withdraws, licking his pinky finger.
My face heats. Even now, it makes me squirm. After everything we’ve done…
He flicks his blinker on and takes the exit into a rest area. It’s one of the smaller ones, with just a gas station and convenience store attached. The rest area backs up to dense woods, and Steele aims for the tree line. He parks far away from anyone else, then unbuckles.
I do the same.
“Take off your panties,” he orders in a quiet voice.
I lift my hips and drag them down, pulling them off over my shoes. He takes them and hooks them on the gear stick to the right of the steering wheel.
“Now put your back to the door.”
A shiver goes through me as I do, twisting my upper body. He grabs my left leg and guides it over the console, spreading my thighs. My dress falls between my legs, hiding my pussy from him. Not that it will deter him. He drags my ass across my seat, getting me closer, and shoves my dress up to my ribs.
“I’ll never get over this tattoo,” he admits. He checks his watch and grimaces. “We’re going to have to be fast. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
