“No.”
Yes I am keep doing that keep doing that –
The tip of his finger slowly, slowly made its way between my legs… touched my drenched panties… and began to stroke my clit through the wet cloth. Softly… just making light circles…
He never took his eyes off the road.
I moaned and gripped the hand rest on the door like I was on a rollercoaster.
“You’re a bad girl, Lily,” he said in that deep voice, soft as velvet.
“No I’m not,” I whispered.
Yes I am yes I am
His finger pulled the edge of my underwear to the side, and the tip of his finger touched the dampness of my lips.
And began to stroke me… slowly… up… and down.
I whimpered and clenched my teeth together as cars and buildings flashed by outside.
“Yes you are,” he said, soft but insistent as his fingers returned to my clit and softly, wetly, began to circle it. “You were thinking about stroking my cock out there on that street corner, out in front of everybody.”
“…you… you made me…” I whispered and gasped.
“No… you didn’t have to do anything I said. I think you did it because you’re a bad, bad girl… and you liked it.”
“…no…” I whispered, barely audible.
He had stopped circling and was slooooowly, ever-so-softly, stroking my clit over and over again in the same direction. The same light pressure, over and over, making my insides feel like they were liquid fire.
“Did you like thinking about my cock?” he whispered as he stroked me… softly… wetly…
“…yes…”
I braced one hand against the roof of the car and gripped the leather headrest of my seat with the other. My mouth was hanging open and my breathing was ragged. My thighs tensed, straining against the building pleasure between my thighs.
He still never looked away from the road as he wove the car from lane to lane, around traffic.
But he kept talking, his voice hypnotic.
“Did you like thinking about stroking my cock with your hand?”
“…yes…” I whimpered, rocking my pelvis forward the slightest bit, trying to get the tiniest bit more pressure of his skin on mine.
“Did you like thinking about how hard you made me?”
“Yes, oh God yes – ”
The sensations were building up inside me. The tightness, the heat, the tension –
“Did you like thinking about how hard my cock was in your hand?”
“Yes – ”
“Did you like thinking about putting your gorgeous mouth around my cock?”
“Yes – ”
“Did you like thinking about my cock inside your beautiful, wet pussy?”
“YES,” I gasped, my body contorting in the seat – and still he kept stroking me.
Oh my God, I was getting so close –
“Are you a bad girl, Lily?”
I almost said ‘no.’
But instead I whispered, “…yes.”
With you, yes, only with you, yes –
I couldn’t bear it – and still his finger just caressed me, stroked me, made me feel like I was going to explode
“…Lily?”
“What?” I moaned.
“…are you going to come for me?”
At that instant, he increased the pressure of his finger on my clit, just the most miniscule amount.
And I exploded.
“FuuuuUCK,” I screamed, holding onto the headrest like I was being swept away, slapping one hand against the inside of the door, fighting against them, trying to contain myself as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body, wracking me from head to toe.
The pressure from his fingertip subsided, and he merely went back to stroking my drenched lips, slowly, sensually.
Meanwhile, I had turned to jelly over in the passenger seat.
“…oh my god oh my god oh my god…” I whispered as my arms and legs trembled.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from between my legs… letting them softly graze the inside of my thighs… and then, with a devilish smile, he put his index finger in his mouth and licked the taste of me off of his skin.
He cocked one eyebrow as though to say nice, and then glanced over at me with a wicked grin.
“So… you having a nice day?”
“I thought I was until now,” I said in a shaky voice. “Now I’m having an amazing day.”
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He laughed, then settled into a grin. “So… what are you going to do for me?”
A seductive smile slowly dawned on my face, and I looked down at his pants.
There was a very large shape pressing beneath the cloth, sort of at an angle. It looked incredibly uncomfortable for him, poor boy.
Time to make it MORE uncomfortable.
I unbuckled my seat belt (which, I might add, freaked me out a bit, but… oh well. Living dangerously and all that) and slid a bit closer to him – as close as I could manage with the car’s center console in the way.
I moved my hand over to his lap and let my fingers rest on his upper thigh. Then, with the tip of one fingernail, I slowly brushed that massive shape inside his pants, generating the slightest bit of friction against the cloth.
He lost his smile and got a look of severe tension on his face as he stared straight ahead at the road.
“On the phone, you said you wanted me to hold your cock… didn’t you?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer.
“Didn’t you?” I asked louder.
“…yes,” he said.
Now the tables were reversed.
I grinned.
I started stroking the shape in his pants with my fingertips, slowly, tracing from the base up to the head, then slowly back down.
“You said you wanted me to stroke your cock for you… didn’t you?” I purred.
“…yes,” he whispered.
My fingertips found the zipper on his fly, and I slowly pulled it down.
Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.
But I didn’t do anything else.
“You said you wanted me to use my gorgeous little mouth on that big, thick cock of yours, didn’t you?”
His face looked like he was in serious pain. He stared straight ahead at the road like he couldn’t afford to do anything else, or he would be lost.
“…yes,” he whispered.
I put my fingers inside the fly of his pants and slowly probed until I found the front flap of his boxers.
Then I eased my fingers in until I touched hot, scalding skin.
“Unh,” he groaned, and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.
“You sure do talk big for a guy who doesn’t want to be photographed on the top of a thirty-story building,” I teased.
“That’s not true. Last night – ”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot… you’ll have sex outdoors if you’re a thousand miles away, out in the desert, in the middle of the night.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Oh, I loved it. But something tells me you’re not exactly Mr. Risk Taker when it comes to getting caught.”
“Oh really?” he grinned, and then the grin faded to an open mouth and a feverish frown as I stroked his shaft again. Only a few inches, up and down – I couldn’t reach any further than that because of the pressure of his pants against my fingers.
“Please,” he said urgently.
“Please what?” I teased.
“Do it.”
“Do what?” I asked, as though I was soooo innocent and had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
And I stopped stroking him when I said it.
“Keep going,” he choked out.
“You mean… this?” I asked, and slowly stroked again.
“More,” he whispered.
“Even though we’re driving in a car in the middle of the day where everybody can see us?”
He paused, as though thinking it over.
I suddenly felt alarmed, as though I might have just killed the moment.
Don’t stop, I pleaded in my head. Don’t stop –
“Yes,” he finally whispered. “Keep going.”
I figured I wouldn’t push my luck any more than I already had, so I just shut up and let my fingers do the talking.
I pulled my hand away from his fly, grasped his belt, and unbuckled it. Then I unbuttoned the top of his pants. It took some doing – I’m not the most adroit or practiced girl in these types of situations – but I think I did relatively well.
His pants almost popped open from the straining pressure inside.
Now I had more room to play.
I put my fingers inside his boxers again, and caressed his entire rock-hard shaft all the way up to his swollen head.
Damn, I wasn’t the only one who was wet.
He had soaked the top of his boxers with his own juices, he had been so turned on.
“Did I do this to you?” I whispered, letting my fingers glide over his slick, wet skin.
“Yes,” he nodded, his eyes intent on the road.
“Do you like thinking about my…”
I didn’t want to say it – it was too much –
You’re a bad girl now, or don’t you remember that? a little voice said gleefully in my head.
I guess I better talk like one, then, I answered back.
“…my little wet pussy?” I whispered in his ear.
He groaned.
My fingers were wet with him now, and I let them glide over the underside of his shaft. The sensation of my skin slick and slippery over his was amazing.
“Do you like thinking about putting that big… thick… amazing cock… inside me?” I purred as I slowly stroked him up and down.