She slipped her tights and panties down into a heap around her ankles. Her feet looked pale on the floor of my car and her legs shivered. Her toes curled.
I pressed my foot down a little harder, bringing us up to sixty-five. She whimpered and I glanced over at her wide eyes.
Was that a flush up her throat?
“Pull your skirt up around your waist and spread your legs,” I said.
“Peregrine, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she whispered.
I kept my eyes on the road, still in total control of myself and the car. “You need out, use your safe word. But I don’t think you will because contrary to what you told me, you love being terrified. It gets you so fucking wet.”
She whimpered, shifting desperately against the seat.
“I didn’t tell you to ride my leather seats, Lia, I told you to lift your skirt and spread your legs,” I said coldly. “Do it or I’ll pull over and give you something to ride.”
Her body bent forward as she began working her tight, little skirt up over her ass again. I caught a glimpse of her skin in the dark, peppered by the faint bruises I’d left from fucking her over the stairs. My God, did she ever get enough?
What did I have to do to this woman to satisfy her?
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Touch yourself for me,” I breathed, narrowing my gaze and keeping my focus on the road. I wasn’t actually going that fast, but I knew it felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour with the wind whipping through the car.
“Peregrine, you are fucking crazy,” she said.
I increased my speed and hit the horn with the side of my hand and the sound blared through the darkness. She yelped and I glanced over to see her slender fingers push between her thighs and her spine arc against her touch. Her other hand gripped the edge of the window as she began working her hips with hard, little thrusts. Edging herself closer and closer to release.
“Make yourself come for me, Lia,” I urged. “There is a river a few miles up with no bridge. I’m not taking my foot off the gas pedal unless you come for me. You have minutes, so better hurry.”
My cock throbbed beneath my pants, but I barely felt it. I wanted to give her this experience of pure exhilaration and she was trusting me to keep her safe, even if she was terrified. I saw it in her wide, dark eyes and her parted mouth. The sound of her fingers working over her clit was deliciously wet.
“Come on, kitten,” I breathed. “I want to hear you fucking scream for me.”
She fell forward, her hand digging into the glove box as she writhed against her fingers. I pushed my foot down just enough she felt our speed increase to almost a hundred and her eyes widened. They flicked to me and I gave her a heartless smile and kept my gaze on the road. In the distance, the river appeared in a line of silver between the trees.
“Peregrine, stop,” she cried out.
“Come for me,” I breathed. “Come for me and I’ll stop.”
“You’re fucking insane,” she moaned, but her fingers kept working between her legs.
I decreased my speed by a fraction, but she didn’t notice. She rode her hand hard and the prettiest gasping sound escaped from her throat. Her spine curved and her slender neck fell back. My God, she was like a desperate little animal.
My brain buzzed, insane with desire.
Her teeth pinned her soft lower lip and she thrust in quick, frantic motions against her fingers. Riding them hard. Her other hand dug into my leather upholstery, her nails cutting into the material. I saw it all like an erotic snapshot before locking my eyes back on the road.
“Come on, kitten,” I whispered. “Give me your pleasure, it’s fucking mine.”
She screamed and it shattered the dark woods. Heart thumping, I hit the brake, bringing the car to a halt and throwing it into park.
She fell back against the seat, her fingers working hard between her legs. Her eyes were wide and drunk with arousal. Her whole body shuddered again and again as pleasure surged through her hips. Then her breath released in a shivering gust and she slumped back against the seat. Defeated.
“Fuck you, Peregrine.”
“Still think you don’t get off on being terrified?” I asked.