If I'm not careful, the driver will see.
But I can't stop.
My fingers curl, finding the sweet spot where I ache to feel Lucas dominate until my control shatters.
Desperation prickles every inch of my skin. I pinch and push, sending a spiral of lust twisting into an uncontrollable frenzy. I don't hold back the moan this time as my body convulses, drawing the orgasm closer.
Leather creaks, and air hisses. I open my eyes to find the cab parked on my street and the driver straining to look behind his seat, greedy eyes trained on my fingers.
There's no room for embarrassment or regret. I'm too close; the primal need to come apart spurring me on.
The driver's lips part, and his chest heaves. One set of knuckles whitens against the steering wheel, and the other buries in the open zipper of his jeans. Skin slaps against skin as he grunts. The tip of his penis appears between his fist—fat and angry—as cream shoots from the tiny slit, coating his fingers and the steering wheel in sticky white ribbons.
Picturing Lucas coming apart like that sends me over the edge. Coils snap, and a flood of molten relief pours through me, turning my limbs to liquid and my panties into a sodden mess.
I lost the bet.
Lucas will push me to my knees and force me to swallow my pride around his cock. What else will he do?
My lips curl into a lazy, satisfied grin.
I pull out my phone and snap a photo of my fingers glistening between my thighs. When I open a new message to send to Lucas, there's already an unread text waiting for me.
The graffiti-covered restroom walls of the bar blur in the background as Lucas' swollen cock engulfs the screen, fist curled around it and cum dripping from the tip.I give in.
The time stamp was ten minutes ago.
Lucas forfeited first.
A flutter of disappointment hits me. A part of me wanted Lucas to take control and push me to the edge until I confessed all my fantasies.
But this is the goal I've worked so hard for.
I get to set the boundaries and the rules.
We do whatever I want.
My secret fantasy... am I brave enough to admit it?
I hit reply and forward my picture.My place. One hour.
CHAPTER2
Istare at the photo Lucas sent.
He lost control because of me.
I bite back the smile, still too shocked to believe this is happening.
Lucas can have anyone, but he wants me.
Teasing each other with the bet made me feel desired again, not the broken shell left discarded and forgotten in a house that used to be home. My eyes slide to the wall and the faded patches where picture frames used to hang.
I graze my thumb over my ring finger. The indent is almost gone.
I don't let the tightness in my chest take hold.
Tonight is about breaking away from the past.