I let him work me over, building up the tension in me, making my breath come in short pants, before I bade him to stop. He did, face flushed and looking like he could devour me if I let him.
Which was exactly what I planned to do.
“Put your hands on the roof.” I said, letting my voice drop to its lowest register.
And he did. I could tell from his heated smile that he thought he was so good at the game, but I was going to show him exactly what it meant to play dirty.
“Don’t move.” I ordered, sliding backwards just a hair.
“Whatever you say,” was his assured response.
My hands finally moved from his shoulders, sliding down his chest until they reached his belt. There, my fingers lazily traced the metal edges, circling the generic pattern there. I could feel his hips tensing, trying to subtly urge me to hurry. But there wasn’t a single ounce of hurry in me. Not a drop. Despite my body clamoring to be filled by him, I still wanted to tease him. To draw out all the whines that I could. To savor every expression and sound knowing that I had done that to someone like him.
“Remember, I said not to move.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“Aww, upset now that you have to play by your own rules?” I leaned forward, allowing my palm to rest against the bulge in his jeans and my lips to hover just above his. He could have easily pushed up and claimed my mouth in a punishing kiss, but he stayed put just as he should. The power he was handing over to me was truly intoxicating, and I resolved to reward him really, really well for every drop of it he relinquished.
“Maybe a little.” He whispered, voice growing hoarser by the second. “But you’re a good person. You wouldn’t get off on torturing an innocent man, would you?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “Now what on Earth makes you think that?”
He groaned, but I relished it, removing the press of my hand against him and went back to tracing his belt buckle. I kept on with that just long enough to be mean, before finally pulling his zipper down.
He was sweating, and I paused to gently dab it from his forehead. The smile he gave me was rueful; he knew that I was doing it more as a way to tease him further rather than provide any sort of comfort. But still, there was only so much taunting I could do before tottering over the edge into straight frustration, so I reached into his boxers and pulled him out.
He was clearly straining for me, veins throbbing and tip blushing purple. I gripped him with authority, shuttling up and down his length to smear him with the liquid already beading at his tip. To see his body wanting me too intensely stole my breath away, and I gave a few more pumps than I intended to.
He gasped and thrust upwards into my hand, which made me draw back entirely.
“What?” He panted in such total confusion that it was almost adorable.
“I said no moving.” I answered, smirk about my lips.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Not even one bit.”
“You’re evil.” He hissed, hands now pressing into the car roof above us like it was his last lifeline.
“Oh honey,” I said, letting each of my words drip with honey. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Then show me.”
Oh, was he getting cocky now? Time for me to do the same.
I gripped him once more, working him over with first one hand then the other. His fingers dug into the ceiling, trying not to tear it but also trying not find some sort of solace from the harsh rule I had him under. I could smell him so deeply it was practically a taste, and when I flicked a finger over his weeping tip again, he shuddered from head to toe.
I could feel him fighting against everything in his body, trying to obey me. It built up, harder and harder like the pressure inside of a bottle of soda shaken too hard. Eventually it had to be let out.
So, I let go and gripped his face, pulling his mouth to mine in a heated, toothsome kiss. “You can move freely,” I said once we parted.
The switch was so instantaneous it made my head spin. One moment he was below me, my thighs pinned on either side of him, the next he was surging forward, then I was flipped around and physically moved to the side, my hands and knees posted on the cushion of the bench seat.
“Wha-”
“Shhh.” Was all I heard behind me before he tore my underwear in half.
“Holy shit!” I cried, the sound of tearing startling me at first but then making me burn hotter than I ever had. Like some sort of caveman, he’d just ripped my clothes off of me. I didn’t know if I’d ever heard anything so damn sexy.