Page 124 of Unhinged

Simone slides against me and climbs into the truck. When I’m behind the wheel, I can’t stop grinning as I pull out of the parking lot. But then Simone messes with the radio, and I argue, “Hey, I like that station.”

“It’s all commercials and weird shit.”

“Says you. It’s classic rock. And that wasn’t a commercial. It was ELO.”

“I believe I’ve heard the song on TV.” Yeah, probably. Simone leaves it on some country station, and I know she doesn’t like much Hee-Haw music, except for Rascal Flatts. Hell, no. They sing like they’ve all been kicked in the balls twice and forced to live in a freezer.

She sits back and crosses her arms with a restrained self-congratulatory smile. I reach over and change the station, only for Simone to change it again. “What the hell? Turn it back.”

Simone unbuckles her seatbelt and brings her face close to mine. When I look away from the road, her smoldering look sends a jolt to my nuts. “Make me, Mr. Rodwell.”

I smirk. “Sure. I’ll jack off now, and you’ll have to wait awhile to get yours.”

Her smirk puts mine to sorry-ass shame. “How would shooting your wad stop me from getting mine?” She arches a perfect eyebrow, and I so much want to watch her jill off again.

“I’m not stopping you now.” Instead of deterring her, Simone reaches over and clutches my junk. I sigh. “I meant stopping you from getting off.”

Simone giggles, and when I stop at a red light on the relatively quiet street, it blows my mind when she goes for my belt buckle. Since she’s at a weird angle over the console, I undo it, unsure why since my mom’s house isn’t far.

Still, Simone pops open the button and pulls down the zipper. Reaching into my underwear, she pulls me out and drags her fingers over my hard-on, eager for Simone’s touch. I love the feel of her on me. When the light turns green, I put my hand over hers as she strokes me. Instead of stopping her, I just hold her hand like she did with us fingering her pussy together in the storage room at my mom’s office. God, that was so damn sexy.

She goes a little faster, taking my hand with her, and I groan, “Shit. You gotta stop.”

“Why is that?”

Simone slides her thumb over my wet tip. She then bends over the console and dips between me and the steering wheel to suck my dick. I pant like a dog in a sauna. Her lips and tongue suck and prod me as she licks more pre-cum with moans over the tip vibrating through me. I put my hand on the back of her head, digging my fingers into her curls. I don’t even hear the music anymore, only her sucks and my panting. I beg, “Don’t make me come here.”

She lifts her head. “You wanted to, right?”

“No. I want to give you an orgasm with my dick. I need more practice.” I smile, but her hand wraps around my shaft, and she strokes me. My hand returns to hers, holding it as she jerks, and the build starting in my balls is fantastic. “As much as I love this, I want to have sex with you, Simone.”

As I remove my fingers from her hair, Simone licks the wet tip again before kissing it gently several times, with her soft lips, as if adoring it. She then sits up. I’m close to coming from that alone. Jesus Christ. Her doing that is heavy for me, like it means more and is more intimate than oral, making out, or fucking.

I breathe a sigh of mixed relief and frustration. Simone stays on her side of the truck, and we’re quiet, which is good because the commercials kill my boner temporarily. By the time I pull into Mom’s driveway, I’m able to tuck and zip, leaving my belt unbuckled. I hope the hell she’s in bed.

I park in the garage next to my mother’s Suba-yawn Lame-As-Fuck and then go into the kitchen, and seeing it’s empty, I pull Simone into it. Shutting the door, I push her up against the nearby cabinets, making her drop her purse as I kiss her neck. I love the scent of her skin and hair. I wish I could bottle it. I just wish I had her with me instead of fantasizing about it.

I hear her soft giggles as my lips tickle her neck. I’ve always loved that sound, even if she’s egging me on in an argument. Her left hand scoops my hair while her right clutches my jaw. Simone’s hands then drop to my ass, pushing my hips into hers. “I want my sexy-as-hell husband.”

I kiss up to her ear as I slide my left hand into her coat until I cover her right tit through her sweater. With my right hand, I grab a handful of her ass and push back so my hard-on grates between her legs. She moans, and I graze my lips against her ear when I whisper, “Goddamn, I want to fuck my hot wife.”

Simone whimpers, and I drop my hand from her tit to dive into the elastic waistbands of her pants and underwear to rub my fingers over her pussy. “You’re so damn wet.” I pull my hand from her pants and leave her neck to lick my index finger. Simone watches me, and I whisper, “And you taste so fucking good.”

Simone grabs my hand and licks my ring finger to my shock. She grins. “Not bad, but you taste better.”

“Holy fuck,” I groan, and grabbing her wrist, she stumbles to pick up her purse as I tow her to my bedroom. When we reach the hallway, I pull Simone to me and kiss her. To hell with the ground rules. She thinks this ends Saturday. Not a chance.

We go into my room, and I kick the door closed, probably waking my mother, who absolutely needs to stay in her bedroom on the other side of the house.

Simone drops her purse again and pulls away from my lips, staring up at me with fear in her gorgeous eyes. Her voice shakes. “I’ve never been this… You’re going to break my heart. I know it. I feel it.” Though I’m confident now of what I feel for Simone, I’m not ready to put myself on the chopping block until I’m sure of how she feels. I’m not brave. I’m a bigger chicken than Jimmy Don.

I put my hands on her cheeks. “I promise you I won’t, baby. And I beg you not to break mine.”

She reaches up to hold my hands. “I vow to you I won’t, Greg.”

Holy fuck. That’s what’s missing.

We drop our hands at the same time and go for each other’s lips and coats. Moving to clothes, I push down her pants while she unzips my fly. I then go to her sweater, and she ditches our kiss to pull the bright yellow over her head. Underneath, Simone is wearing a gray bra with ripples over the cups and lace on the edges.

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