Page 75 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

Luc shakes his head. “I doubt you could hold onto me right now,” he says. “No motorcycle.”

“I can always hold onto you,” I protest. “In fact…” I grab onto the collar of his shirt and haul myself up his chest as I shove my face right in his field of vision. “I bet I can ride you better than any motorcycle.”

The effect of my words nudges the underside of my ass as Luc releases a slow curse. “Fucking hell, Micki,” he mutters as he stops dead in his tracks. “Are you trying to make me trip over my own two fucking feet while I’m carrying you?”

I chuckle. “Just telling you like it is, handsome,” I snort as I release his shirt and lean back against his arm. “Now, hurry up. Mush! Mush! I wanna go home so I can make good on my promise.”

Luc shakes his head again and continues towards the Porsche. “What the hell fucking promise are you talking about?” he asks absently.

It isn’t until he’s got the side door open and is strapping me into the passenger side seat, though, that I give him an answer. Without hesitation, I grab his shirt and drag him closer, slamming my mouth against his so hard that his hand slips on the buckle and the seatbelt jerks between us, retracting back into its holder.

I consume his lips with mine, twining my tongue around his and sucking his into my mouth. I nip his lip and moan lightly as my nipples harden. I press my thighs together and pant as I kiss him again and his hand slams into the seat above my head. The sound of leather creaking reaches my ears and I can’t help but smile against his mouth.

Luc finally rips himself free from me and takes a whole step back, staring down at me as if he’s standing in front of a venomous snake. “Fuck you, Micki, goddamn it, you’re driving me crazy tonight.”

I arch against the seat, shoving my breasts forward as my hips undulate. “How crazy?” I taunt him.

He slams the door closed without bothering to finish buckling me in. I laugh. The driver’s side door snaps open a split second later. He gets into the car and shoves the key into its hole turning over the ignition without even a glance my way. My fingers creep over the console.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” His voice cuts through me, harsh and violent. It makes me want to do bad things.

Like climb over the console as he holds the steering wheel in that steel-like grip of his. I bite down on my lower lip and glance down his front. “You’re hard.” The words seem to electrify the air in the vehicle. Luc’s breath comes faster and I shiver as he cuts a dark look my way.

“I’m not going to fuck you on the side of the road, MiKayla,” he grits out. “So stop it now.”

“Fine.” I smile as I reach down and start unbuttoning my jeans. His head snaps to the side and he curses as the Porsche swerves and he looks back to the road.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps.

“If you won’t fuck me, then I have to,” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I finish unbuttoning my pants and wiggle out of them, dropping them to the floor at my feet before I reach for my shirt and peel it up and off my chest.

“Put your goddamn clothes back on!” Luc yells.

I laugh. “Or what?” I counter. “You’ll fuck me? Spank me? I want you to.”

He curses again as I spread my legs and let one hand slide down the front of my chest, over my breasts and stomach before I touch the edge of my underwear. I’m so hot right now I feel like I could combust. Knowing that Luc is trying to watch me and watch the road at the same time and it’s killing him drives me further. My hand moves into my panties and I slide two fingers along the slit between my legs.

I moan as I gather my own wetness against my fingers and move them up to rub against my clit. My chest pumps up and down and I gasp as the Porsche takes a curve too fast, and Luc blows through a red light.

“You’re fucking killing me, Micki.” Luc sounds strained and if his hands had a steel grip on the wheel earlier—now he’s strangling the damn thing.

I laugh, feeling freer than I’ve ever felt. “I want you,” I say.

“You can have me, baby, fuck I’ll give you whatever you want, but please stop torturing me like this.”

I widen my legs and start to drag my thong down, kicking it off as I sink the same two fingers that had been rubbing my clit into my pussy. I moan and arch up against the sensation. It’s not enough—far from it, in fact. The only thing that can even fill me up the way I need it to is his cock.

“Luc…” I breathe his name as I fuck myself with my fingers.

“Jesus Christ.” I snicker at his response and pull my fingers free, lifting them to my own lips.

They never make it to my mouth. Just before they do, Luc’s hand snaps out and grips my wrist, dragging my hand close until his lips close over my fingers. His tongue swirls around the digits as he sucks the pussy juices from my skin. His eyes cut towards the windshield, staring down the dark empty back road as he licks between my fingers and groans.

When he finally releases my hand, I’m soaking the seat under me with each pant. “Fucking hell,” he mutters. “Fine. You want to play that game? We’ll play.”

“What—” Luc’s hand closes over the back of my head and he jerks me over the console and pushes my head down into his lap, right against his jean covered cock.

“Suck my dick, Micki,” he says. “Get me nice and wet so that when we get home, I can fuck you good.”

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