I look at him and laugh. “What?”
A small smile crosses Cale’s face. “He wanted me to teach him a new dance move. He actually stopped in the middle of his performance so he could ask me to teach him a new move.” He shakes his head while starting the engine. “That kid needs some serious work if he wants to make it here.”
I can’t help but to laugh. His face always cracks me up when he’s aggravated. I’ve always found it hard to take him seriously, probably because his aggravation has never been aimed at me. Thank God.
“He seemed to be doing good to me.”
Cale sits up straight and grabs my thigh. “Oh yeah.” He runs his hand higher up my thigh and stops right below my pussy. “So that’s why you were so wet earlier?”
I squirm as he starts tickling me. “No . . .” I say in between laughs. “No . . . stop it!” I slap at his hand until he finally stops and smiles at me.
“I didn’t think so,” he says confidently. “I was pretty sure it was all me.” He winks and I shake my head at him.
“Confident Cale.” I reach over and grab his dick, almost making him swerve off the side of the road. “You do something to me.”
“Shit, Rile.” He grips the steering wheel, fighting hard to keep his eyes on the road. “What did I turn you into?”
I release his dick and lean back into my seat. “A woman that likes to tease you and see you squirm. You’ve been doing it to me for years and just didn’t know it. You and your little touches. You didn’t think that I noticed how close you were to my ass and pussy sometimes? I noticed. Very much so.”
Cale smirks. “Well you never said anything.” He glances over at me. “I wanted to touch you so bad. That was me getting as close as I could with still being able to control myself. It was harder than you think. Trust me.”
My stomach does some kind of little happy dance as I remember the old times with Cale. It’s crazy how you can want something so bad and then it happens years down the road. It almost feels as if no time has passed at all.
With Cale . . . I feel like we’re still teenagers. He’s always made me feel younger than I am. Knowing that I can finally touch him has me all worked up and extremely aroused . . . again.
Reaching for his jeans, I slowly undo them. I tilt my head and look up at Cale to see him watching the road with a smirk. “What are you doing?”
I bite my bottom lip as I pull his erection free, running my hand up the length. “I’m just admiring your body.” I sit back in my seat and take in the image of him driving with his dick out. “I definitely like this view.”
Cale glances over at me. “Oh yeah?” Keeping his eyes on the road, he grips the steering wheel with one hand and his dick with the other. “What about this?”
A small gasp escapes my lips as he slowly begins to stroke himself. “Oh. My. God.” I fan myself off and crack the window some more. “Yes. The view is definitely getting better. Keep going.” I whisper the last part, completely lost in him.
Leaning his head back, he quickens his strokes, letting out a small growl. “Do you have any idea how many times I have done this to thoughts of you, Rile?”
My heart jumps out of my chest from his words. “No, I don’t.” Feeling completely turned on, I spread my legs a little and moan. “Tell me.”
He notices me beginning to squirm in my seat so he lets out a small, amused laugh. “Too many fucking times.” He slows his strokes for a second, before he releases his dick and grips my thigh, yanking me toward him. “Almost every damn time you left my house.” He pushes my dress up, baring my lower half, and runs his fingers through my slick folds. “Did you ever pleasure yourself while thinking of me . . . huh, Rile?”
I press my head back into the seat and grip it as his finger slips inside of me, slowly pumping in and out.
“Did you ever imagine me fucking you in your bed all those times that I slept in your room?” He shoves his finger in deep and stops. “Did you ever imagine me deep inside you, taking you and making you scream all night? Did you,” he whispers.
I jump and grip the seat tighter when he finds my spot. “Yes!” I scream. “Yes . . . so many times. I could never sleep,” I admit. “I kept imagining how it would feel.”
“Stroke me, Rile.” We pull up at a stoplight, but Cale is looking at me as if he could care less what others may see. “Touch me like you always wanted to. I. Want. You. To.”
I moan out as his fingers pump into me, fast and hard. “Cale . . . oh my God. That feels . . . so . . . good.”