Page 69 of Against the Clock

“Kelsey, fuck.”

“You’re my boyfriend now,” I say, feeling helpless and turned on and only thinking about wanting to get off immediately. “Isn’t that point kind of moot?”

“Then beg me.”

My fingernails dig into the seat and I squirm, desire racing through me. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

“Hike up your dress,” he orders, and there’s no humor in his voice. He merges onto the highway, and my breath hitches as I lift my hips, pulling my sweater dress up, up, and up.

I’m wearing pink lacy underwear, and he swears softly as his eyes drift from the road to my bared lower half.

“Take your underwear off.”

He doesn’t watch, but I can’t take my eyes from him. I ditch my heels first, then tug the underwear over one foot, then the other. The leather is cold against my bare ass, and it feels naughty.

I like it.

“Touch me, please, Daniel. Please.”

“Like I’m going to say no to that. I’ve never been more grateful for long arms.”

“Me too,” I say, and I let out a small, self-conscious laugh. I’m really doing this. I’m really begging him to finger me while he drives us to his house. “Our bargain didn’t last very long, did it?”

“And I, for one, am fucking glad.” He watches the highway, not taking his eyes off it, his hand creeping over to my bare thigh. I suck in a breath, so keyed up and excited by the impropriety of him fingering me in the truck that my whole body clenches.

He groans and I watch him, his jaw tense, the muscles in his neck standing out as his fingers walk closer and closer to the short tuft of hair between my thighs.

“Kelsey,” he murmurs. “Spread your legs like a good fucking girl.”

A quiet whine leaves my lips and he grins. It’s feral, and wild, and I want to come so bad I can’t stand it.

I shift my body, suddenly not caring at all if someone sees me, not caring about anything but getting off as quickly as possible. Scooching as close to the center console and Daniel as I can, I prop my bare left foot up on the glove box, practically panting as his fingers trace over my pussy.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever touched, Kelsey. You’re so fucking perfect.” The words come out through gritted teeth and I moan, his fingers sliding through my wetness, dragging up and down my swollen clit. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admit, arching my back, trying to get more pressure.

“Fuck, yeah you are, baby. You’re going to come all over my fingers, and then you’re going to be nice and relaxed while I cook you dinner, aren’t you? Then you’re going to get nice and ready for me again, huh?”

“Yeah,” I say, my head falling back, my legs opening wider as he makes quick, hard circles on my clit. “Keep talking,” I urge him.

“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you, baby? Your legs are shaking. Fuck. I want to watch you, but I can’t, so you need to tell me exactly how you’re feeling. Can you do that, Kelsey?”

“Feels so good,” I manage, my eyes squeezed shut. “I want you so badly. I wish you were inside me right now.”

“I want to be in that tight little cunt, too. I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” He changes his grip and a finger slides inside me. I buck my hips and a hoarse chuckle leaves his throat. “I fucking love how needy you are.”

“I need you,” I whisper, so damn close.

“Come for me, Kelsey. Let me feel this pretty little pussy come all over my hand.”

His words send me over the edge, his fingers working me, thick and rough but just right against my wetness, and I climax, my entire body clenching as I shake, gasping.

In his truck.

On the highway.

“Mmm… did you like that, Kelsey?”

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