“Stop it…” My voice is too throaty, too turned on as I clench my thighs.
“I told you not to touch them. I specifically said no touching.” His voice is calm, but anger flickers beneath the surface.
“I didn’t mean to…Oh…”
The intensity goes up again as he opens his car door and slips into the backseat.
I remain outside, watching with bated breath, my legs shaking and sweat trickling down my spine.
Creighton unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard cock. “Sit on my lap.”
My gaze strays sideways before I lick my lips. “We’re in public—”
“When I’m done with you, the public will be the last thing on your mind.”
You know what? Trying to please people never did me any good anyway.
Screw it.
I climb into the car and onto his lap, causing my dress to hike up to my waist. He closes the door, confining us in the narrow space. But it’s still much more comfortable than his previous sports car.
“Can’t you wait until later?” I whisper, but it ends on a moan when he slides his cock against my sensitive folds. The combination of that and the vibration sends my pulse flying.
“No underwear?” he whispers in dark words against my ear.
“I, umm, forgot?”
“Forgot or you were being a brat?”
He accentuates his statement with a flick against my overstimulated clit.
“Creigh, please…”
A pinch of his fingers against my clit, a slide of his cock near my entrance, but I’m not quite there.
He’s torturing me on purpose, I realize. He wants to make me feel the pain yet deny me the orgasm.
It’s a game he plays sometimes—driving me crazy for sport.
The rhythm goes on and on until I think I’ll go mad from the friction.
“You’re soaking wet, look at your cunt begging for me to fuck it. It’s so ready for me, isn’t it?”
I nod in quick succession, unable to say the words.
“But I’m tempted not to satisfy it tonight. You let another man touch what’s mine, and I don’t react well to that.”
“Won’t happen again, promise.”
“You made the same promise the other day while you were falling apart around my cock, so maybe we don’t believe you anymore. Maybe we’ll keep you soaking wet and messy, but without any chance to come.”
“No, please, Creigh.” I grab his face and kiss him on the cheek. “You wouldn’t do that to me, right?”
My lips move to his nose, then to his mouth. “You can punish me all you want after, but not like this.”
He groans against my lips and we inhale and exhale each other’s air.
Tension lingers between us, but he doesn’t stop his rubbing.