Page 63 of Heat Clinic

Tom’s hand rubs my thigh distractedly, and I’m reading the same sentences on repeat.Is he…His hand rolls inward and strokes my inner thigh, but he’s still pretending to watch the tree line outside as he pulls my leg toward him on the backseat, spreading me.

When I don’t protest or brush him off, he grows bolder. He strokes up my leg from knee to inner thigh, then drops the pretense all together as he rucks up the edge of my short dress until my panties are exposed.

I should put a stop to this.

My knees seem to fall open of their own accord as my book drifts toward my chest and his hand caresses my fabric-covered cleft. He strokes, teasing my slit until I get wet and soak through the thin material.

Marcus and Sam are still engrossed in their conversation as I slouch in my seat, giving Tom better access. He takes immediate advantage, his hand creeping inside my panties as he fingers me and spreads my wetness along my cleft. The first glide over my clit makes me whimper, and the game is up.

Sam glances back and does a double-take. “Hey, I didn’t know car sex was an option or I wouldn’t have given up the back.”

“Car sex is always an option,” Tom says, smug as he rubs me faster and harder until I’m wetter and the noises we make are louder, the need for staying quiet no longer necessary.

He presses one of his long fingers inside of me, and I rock my hips to meet him as much as my seatbelt allows. I moan and throw my head back against the edge of the seat as he fucks his finger in and out of me. The wet sounds I make grow louder than the low music playing in the background.

“God, that’s so hot, baby. Put your leg up. If I have to watch instead of joining in, then let me watch for real.”

My toes curl inside of my shoes as I wiggle against Tom’s hand and spread my legs wider. Sam digs his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo. “Get her panties out of the way. Let’s see that pretty pussy.”

Tom pauses his fingering of me, ignoring my moan of protest, to hook my underwear to the side. And then he goes back to stroking me, his long fingers making swirls around my clit as he rubs faster. Firmer. Tension pulls tight inside of me. I hold my breath as the moment stretches. My legs go so taut they risk cramping.

The shutter snaps and I come, moaning through my release as I unravel. Tom sticks two fingers inside of my cunt and I spasm around him, trying to milk a cock or a knot that isn’t there. When I’m limp and sated, he pulls them out of me and leans forward so he can feed the taste of me to Marcus.

The sound of Marcus licking Tom’s fingers clean and purring makes me even wetter, and I whimper as I sit more upright, my panties still askew. A passing motorist could see us. They could look in and see my lewd display. It’s broad daylight, and I just got fingerfucked in a moving car.

But I can’t bring myself to care when it feels so good.

“Find somewhere to pull over,” Tom says, stroking my thigh again.

“There’s a rest stop in three miles,” Marcus answers.

“Perfect.”

Good.I’ll be able to use the bathroom and get cleaned up, otherwise there’s a serious risk that the leather’s going to get wrecked and Marcus probably loves this car. I tug my panties into place to stem the flow of my arousal and sit up, squeezing my legs together.

Where’s my book?I pick it up off the floor and sigh. “You made me lose my place.” I think I was somewhere around chapter eleven.

“I’ll happily keep you entertained until we get home, luv.”

I snort and instantly regret it, because my panties are soaked. I have an idea of what he’d find entertaining. Squirming, I end up sitting on one hip and crossing my legs. “I don’t think this sedan is big enough.”

He’s undeterred from groping me as his hand settles on my thigh once more. I flip through my book until I find my place and slip the bookmark in, then tuck it safely away in the seat pocket.

“You’d be surprised what I can accomplish when I’m properly motivated,” Tom says. He’s grinning and no longer hiding his mischievousness. With a smile like that and his accent, it’s clear he’s used to getting away with absolute murder.

I side-eye him. “I’m not sure you need much outside motivation at all.”

His grin widens, and then a few miles later we veer off to the right and head down the ramp to the rest area. It’s a grassy, shaded area, but there are indoor bathrooms with vending machines out front. Picnic tables and metal grills dot the landscape under shade trees. It extends further back then it appears at first glance with an area off to the side for trucks and oversized vehicles to park. It’s there that Marcus pulls over and parks in the back corner of the lot by an enormous maple. We pull off the paved area and go onto gravel.

“We’re parking pretty far away from the bathrooms,” I say as I sit up and look out the back window. There are a few people around using the facilities or stretching their legs. An older couple at the opposite end walks their small poodle mix as it tugs at the leash and barks at the cars zipping by on the highway.

“Did you need to use the bathroom?” Marcus asks.

“Yeah, I need to get cleaned up unless you want a wet spot on the leather.”

“Wash up? Whatever for?” Tom asks.

Sam glances between them both as if he’s not quite understanding what’s up either.

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