“Next, I could park right here if that’s all you want.” He cups his palm over my underwear like he did in the stands, only the heat of his hand meets dampness. “Jesus, Eva. You’re soaked.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
“With your permission, I’d like to drive through this lesson.”
I huff. “Your puns are almost dad-worthy.”
He hums at my ear again. “Answer the question. Red light or green?”
“Green. Definitely green.” My hands clutch the steering wheel, knuckles turning white with the tension to hold on as Zebb slips a finger beneath my underwear and swipes through sensitive folds eager for the ride he’s about to give me. I rock into his touch, which forces my backside against the bulge in his pants. He pauses to adjust himself and the pressure of his cock slips between the crease of my ass.
“Eva,” he groans in warning and want. A second finger dips into me and I hunch forward a second, clutching the steering wheel as he fills me. My legs spread wider but are restricted by my pants.
“Wish you were wearing that red skirt right about now. Or maybe the gorgeous green dress.”
I exhale as his fingers draw to the edge and then quickly rush forward again.
“Christmas apparel.” I have no idea why I say that.
“You could wear an ugly Christmas sweater and I’d still find you beautiful.”
“Zebb,” I cry out as the precipice he drew me near while sitting in the bleachers quickly rebuilds. I rock over his lap, rolling my hips. I’m gripping the steering wheel before me so hard, my fingers ache.
“That’s it, my little Christmas queen. I’m going to make you come.”
“You know I hate this holiday.” I’m gasping as I attempt to reprimand him.
“I’m going to change your mind. One orgasm at a time.”
Baby Jesus in a manger. What is Zebb doing to me?
I don’t consider his words as truth, but enlightenment is dawning on me. I tighten around his fingers and thrust against his touch, and brightness fills the back of my lids as I come like I’ve never come before.
My head tips back to his shoulder and my back arches, forcing my hips upward and his fingers deeper.
Angels sing. Stars sparkle. A Christmas miracle occurs in the cab of this truck.
Slowly, I settle back down and Zebb pulls his hands from my pants. I lean forward, resting my forehead against the steering wheel, breathing hard, until I heard him mumble around something.
“Tastes just like I remember.”
I roll my head to see him sucking on his fingers. Only the movement reminds me of the thick wedge straining his jeans and poking my ass. I wiggle against him.
“Eva.”
I straighten and return my gaze to the fog covered windshield.
“One more driving lesson.” I giggle as I move, pressing my backside at that firm ridge.
His hands land on my hips, squeezing hard. “You’ll make me come in my pants like a randy teen.”
I purr this time, working my hips back and forth until he takes the lead, forcing me to rub up and back over him.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he mutters behind me. His head lowers to my shoulder a moment before he tips back and drops his head to the back of the seat. “What are you doing to me?”
I softly smile to myself as I continue to move, dragging myself back and forth over him, reminding me of how he felt beneath me, how he fit inside me.
Suddenly, I stop squirming and he curses. With awkward movements, I wrangle my legs back together and struggle to spin. My knee hits the steering wheel and then my backside beeps the horn. We both laugh before I’m facing him, straddling him.