Her anxiety was a palpable thing. She was used to having the control. That’s what she’d been taking by coming over and touching him. But he needed to remind her of who was in charge tonight. He waited to see if she would retreat now that he’d pressed his bet, but instead, after a few long moments, Oakley lowered her hands to the edge of her skirt and dragged it up her thighs.
It took everything Pike had not to immediately take in the sight, but he kept his eyes forward as if he were completely indifferent. “Now, go on with the story and feel free to touch whatever you’d like.”
Oakley paused for a beat, but then after another deep breath, she folded back his fly to free his erection and wrapped the silky fabric of her panties around his cock. The smooth, rich material moved over him like liquid heaven, and he had to fight not to jerk his hips forward. He inhaled a ragged breath through his nose, finding some shred of inner calm.
Only then did Pike give himself permission to look at what Oakley had revealed to him. Goddamn. Her knees weren’t parted wide but his angle gave him a view that could kill a man. The creamy, smooth skin of her thighs, the soft black fabric of her skirt bunched up, and the dark curls covering her pussy beckoned him. Not to mention those long, elegant fingers wrapped around his satin-covered cock.
He had to clench his teeth together not to groan. But his dick didn’t bother hiding its appreciation. His erection swelled thick in her grip, and he had to steel his way through the flood of desire so he wouldn’t wreck the damn vehicle. He cleared his throat. “So what happened next?”
Oakley polished the head of his cock with the soft material, a teasing, torturous stroke. “I imagined you touching me and then I moved my hand between my legs. I was already wet by then and knew I only had a few minutes, so I rubbed my clit. I thought about what we did at the studio, about how you felt inside me, and I fingered myself.”
Pike lowered his hand to her thigh, letting it settle against that smooth skin.
“The more turned on I got, the bolder I felt. The nerves went away. So I opened my eyes and watched my reflection in the mirror.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.” That was a picture. Oakley watching herself as she got off. Legs spread. Fingers buried in that hot little cleft. That would go in the fantasy arsenal next time he needed to jerk off. His fingers dug into her thigh. “Did you come?”
“No, I figured you didn’t want me to take it that far. I saved that for you. But I was soaked and aching by the time I got back to the table.”
He groaned, unable to hide his reactions anymore. “You did well, mama. Now I’m the one tortured.”
She moved the panties downward, cupping his balls with them, then lowered her head and licked the head of his cock with a long, slow glide. The tires hit the rumble strip on the side of the road, sending loud vibrations through the truck, and he jerked the wheel back to center them on the road. She lifted off of him with a soft popping sound and gave him a siren smile.
Oh yeah, that girl had some sadist in her, too, because her pleasure in his discomfort was wickedly obvious. He smirked, knowing two could play at that game. He slid his hand to the apex of her thighs and dragged his fingers over her pussy, slick arousal greeting his fingers. Hell, yes. “You’re soaked, baby. You like seeing what you do to me.”
She closed her eyes briefly and rolled her lips together as he dipped two fingers inside her and stroked, her wet heat enveloping him. She took a deep breath and answered him. “Now you know what the rest of dinner felt like for me. I barely tasted Flora’s meal. All I could think about was climbing across the table and straddling you in your chair.”
He grinned, loving that as soon as she got really turned on, her shyness melted away. He had a suspicion that “Sasha” wasn’t so much a persona as a secret, bold part of Oakley that she kept on a tight leash. “And what are you thinking about now?”
Her fingers curled around his cock like it was taking everything she had not to climb on top of him. “That straddling you while you’re driving would be a road hazard.”
He chuckled. “I could pull to the side of the road, but anyone passing by could see.”
She didn’t say anything to that, but he could feel her clench tight around his fingers. He glanced over at her, curious. Her eyes were still closed but something about her expression confirmed his suspicion.
“You wouldn’t mind that, would you? That idea of being heard or seen does it for you.” He drew his fingertips over her clit, knowing the touch was too light to get her off but had to be driving her crazy. Just like hers was doing to him.
She wet her lips and her head tilted back, exposing the length of her neck. “You’re making it hard to put thoughts together right now.”
He smiled. “Try harder, babe. Because there’s no way I’m going to stop touching you and I expect an answer.”
She lifted her lids and stared straight ahead at the road, like she was trying to focus on something to block out the way her body was reacting to him. “I don’t know if I’d have the guts to do that kind of thing. But everything about my sex life from day one of it has been about hiding and being secretive. Even now. So there’s something about the idea of just being out there that has its appeal. It’s one reason why being on the phone with you was so hot. You were an observer to a private thing.”
He shifted in his seat, absorbing that. So the lovely Oakley had an unexplored exhibitionist streak. He felt like he’d hit the lottery, because God knows he didn’t have a problem doing whatever he wanted in front of others. It was one reason he craved the stage so much and why he’d liked the threesomes with Foster. Being watched could be a huge turn-on.
But Oakley had said she wasn’t sure she’d actually be able to do it. Her pussy was clenching and wet around him just from the conversation, so at the very least she was attracted to the idea, in theory. But he was ready to find out how far she was really willing to go. He smiled as he pulled off the main road to the narrow country road that would lead to The Ranch. L
uckily, he knew the perfect place to test out theories.
He would show the lovely Ms. Easton exactly why she wouldn’t be able to walk away from him after one night.
Because that was definitely not an option.
One taste was supposed to satisfy the craving. But Oakley wasn’t cake, she was heroin. And he was fucking hooked.
TWENTY
Oakley was so close to coming that if she rocked her hips and ground into Pike’s touch, she’d go off. She’d already lost her ability to multitask, her intention to stroke Pike falling by the wayside as she was swept up in her own pleasure. But right as they pulled onto a different road, he moved his hand from between her thighs. She couldn’t hold back the sound of frustration. She’d been keyed up since dinner, and her entire body felt like a coil ready to snap.