Page 26 of Point of Contact

She could almost picture his half angry expression as he wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs. Shoving them wide as his frowning mouth went to work on her clit, licking and sucking with unerring precision. Bringing her right to the edge before stopping. Punishing her for being so fucking difficult.

That’s what he’d do. He’d edge her until she was ready to claw his eyes out before finally letting her come on his tongue. She worked herself with the tips of her fingers, rubbing faster as she imagined what would happen next.

Because what happened next almost aroused her more.

Getting on her knees for him. Swallowing his thick cock so deep she choked. Sucking hard as she worked his balls in her hands. Waiting until he was ready to come before working one finger into his ass, blowing his mind while he blew his load.

He’d be so fucking pissed at her he might make good on his earlier threat and bend her over his knee. Give her a few, well-placed slaps across her ass and the bit of her pussy that would peek out between her thighs. That was what had her coming, hard and fast. The thought of Reed’s hand on her skin. The sting it would bring. The bit of reprimand that came with it.

No one had ever cared about her enough to give two shits when she fucked up. Thinking that Reed might, had her thighs jerking as her pussy clenched around nothing, fingers still working as she tried to drag the release out as long as she could.

No doubt Reed would be pissed about this too, and the possibility made her smile. Made her wish she’d been a little more obvious.

Maybe next time.

And next time could come as early as the next five minutes, because she was two years into a dry spell and her body was already considering round two.

"Hey, Princess?" Reed’s deep voice shot straight to her still-throbbing lady parts, reminding her of the way he growled against her mouth as she fisted his cock.

Five minutes might have been generous. Hearing him call her Princess knocked it down to a solid minute and a half. "Yes, Sexy Pants?"

"Did the check engine light come on while you were driving?" His voice carried a hint of concern.

Concern that had her sitting up straight, post orgasm glow snuffed out almost immediately. "No." Courtney jumped up, bumping into the tiny bank of cabinets as she wobbled her way toward the front. Reed never sounded concerned. Angry, yes. Frustrated, yes. Confident? Always. Serious? Definitely.

But never concerned.

She wove her way to the cab, dropping into a crouch behind his seat. Sure enough, the check engine light was glowing bright and threatening from the dashboard. "What do you think that means?"

"I think it means you stole the biggest piece of shit you could find, and now it's doing exactly what anyone else would've assumed it would do."

Courtney stared at the side of his head, shocked even though she shouldn't be. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Was he really gonna be like this? "I didn’t see you doing anything to get us the fuck out of there."

The urge to retaliate was strong. Before she thought it through, the tip of one finger was in her mouth and then immediately shoved in his ear, wiggling her spit right into the canal.

Reed jerked away, the camper swerving as he swatted at her offending hand. "Did you just fucking wet willy me?"

"If you're going to be an ass, I’m going to treat you like an ass." She immediately licked her middle finger and went after him again, fighting against Reed’s hold as he caught her by the wrist.

"I don't think that’s the precedent you want to set, Princess." He held her tight, too strong to overcome. "Because if we're going to go there, then you're gonna start getting treated like the brat you are."

Did he think that would be a deterrent? Because it definitely wasn't.

"I'll stop being a brat when you stop being an ass." She quickly snaked her free hand around to pinch his closest nipple through the fabric of his shirt. Giving it a twist between her fingers as his eyes snapped her way.

"I don't think that's gonna have the effect you want it to."

Courtney yanked her hand from his grip and shoved it into his lap, sliding it over his rapidly thickening cock. "Seems like it did." She stroked him through the fabric a couple of times, rubbing at the head with her thumb before retreating. "Take that."

She wanted him to be as sexually frustrated as she still was. Rubbing one out had done nothing to help. If anything, it made everything worse. Because now she had all those imagined fantasies frolicking around her mind. Clogging it up when it should be focused on the fact that their only mode of transportation was having a moment.

“I think you underestimate me, Princess.” Reed looked calm and cool and nowhere near as worked up as she still was. “I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I got distracted every time I had a hard-on.” His dark eyes slid to the side mirror before going back to the dash. “I think we might be coming to the end of our time in the RV.”

Her lower lip pushed up to cover her top one in something that wasn’t necessarily a pout.

But wasn’t necessarily not a pout.

How could he act like everything was fine? Like he didn’t need to finish what they’d started?

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