Page 22 of Foolish Games

“Then you better not lose control,” he says, pushing his hand down between my legs and sinking a finger slowly into me.

My whole body is wracked with a shudder, but I don’t let up on the pedal. He’s right. I do like the danger, the speed, the wildness of the moment. As scared as I am, it makes me even wetter, so wet I can hear the slick sounds as he fucks his finger in and out.

He groans low in his throat and nips the skin on my shoulder.

“Jesus, Vivienne,” he murmurs, palming the front of his pants with his other hand. “You’re so hot. I want to taste you so bad.”

“Stop, Sebastian,” I say, my protest sounding weak even to my own ears. My knees drop open for him, and he pushes his finger up into me as far as it will go.

“Not until you cum,” he growls, raking his teeth over my skin.

“I have a boyfriend,” I gasp out as he strokes around my clit with his thumb, keeping his finger buried deep.

“Then fucking cum for me so I can stop,” he says, his voice a desperate groan. He pushes a second finger against my entrance, and I gasp, my knees spasming.

“I can’t,” I say through panting breaths. The car streaks forward, the world outside a dark blur.

“You can,” he says, working the second finger in. “Relax and stop fighting it. Let me make you feel good.”

Suddenly, taillights appear in front of us, and my adrenaline spikes, my walls clenching around his fingers.

“Just drive,” he moans, thrusting deep with two fingers, his thumb sweeping back and forth across my clit faster and faster until I’m whimpering. I whip around the other car, relief rushing over me as their headlights disappear behind us.

The exit comes up so fast I almost miss it, and I jerk the wheel and let off the gas, still flying as we eat up the ramp in seconds.

“Fuck,” I swear, slamming on the brake.

“Cum,” Sebastian growls, curling his fingers hard inside me. My hips jerk, and I buck against his fingers as we take the curve without stopping at the sign at the top of the ramp. I fight to keep control, turning into the spin as my walls begin to clench rhythmically around Sebastian’s thick fingers.

“Oh my god, fuck, fuck,” I pant out as I get the car under control just as the climax crests inside me. I cry out, lifting my hips and spreading my knees to let him strain deeper, circling his fingers inside me while my core pulses out the orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good, Princess,” he growls, sinking his teeth into my shoulder again, then licking my skin and sucking it into his mouth. “I want to taste every inch of you. Especially this juicy little vice grip.”

“Get off me,” I growl, trying to get my breath and press my knees together. I squirm the other way, but his hand is squeezed between my thighs, his fingers still inside me, feeling every irregular pulse left as the aftershocks squeeze my walls around them.

“I think you mean get you off,” he says smugly, clearly thinking this is all fun and games, just a chance to gloat about his prowess and how I’m some dumb nerd who can’t control herself around the big, hot, popular jock who gets every girl he wants. I’m sure I’m no different than all the other girls he plays and leaves heartbroken.

Except I won’t be played, and I sure as hell won’t be left heartbroken. Not by this cocky asshole.

“I have a boyfriend,” I say through clenched teeth.

“You know, I’ve heard those words so many times tonight, they’ve lost all meaning,” he says, slowly stroking his thumb over my swollen, sensitive clit.

I jerk in my seat, barely slowing down in time when the pavement ends and we start onto the dirt road to the quarry.

“You’re going to make me wreck,” I say, taking a hand off the wheel at last and wrenching his fingers free.

Sebastian chuckles. “You mean nerdy little Chad never fingered your cunt at a hundred miles an hour? What a fucking waste. Why are you with that guy again?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend,” I say, nearly yelling the words, as if raising my voice will finally get them through his thick skull.

“And yet, I’m the one with your cum running down his fingers right now,” he says, holding his hand up to examine his slick digits. I can see the shine on them in the faint light inside the car, and I burn with shame and fury.

Sebastian starts slowly licking his fingers, his other hand casually stroking his erection. “You know, you can return the favor before we get out of the car,” he says.

“In your fucking dreams,” I snap, pulling up at the quarry and stopping behind another car parked along the side of the road, since the parking area is full.

“Oh, trust me, Princess, it’s been in a few of them.”

---