Page 26 of Passing the Red Line
He’s torturing me.
I nod. “I’m clean and I get tested every three months.”
My body wants to squirm at his touch, but I’m trying to control it. He’s affecting me, he’s been affecting me for two weeks now, and I’m so close to giving in. I should just let all my urges take over, but I want him to sweat it out.
“Good. Now that is settled,” he says, merging again to pass up a small pickup truck, and in the process taking his hand off me. “Let's start making your day all that better. As much as I loved seeing your ass in those jeans, I’m going to need to slide them off.”
“Why would I do that?” I ask, but still start to push my seat back without waiting for his answer.
“Because I want to play with your pretty pussy and make you come before we get to the house. So, do as I say.”
“I always thought you were grumpy, not bossy,” I say, rolling my eyes at him but still do what he says.
“Hermosa, I can be both,” he says as I push my hips up and wiggle myself out of my jeans.
As soon as they are off, I sit there, looking over at Christian, trying to figure out how we got here. Last week, he was threatening to throw me in the ocean. Now, he’s second aways from making me come with just his fingers.
“You think that you can do what you promised and drive at the same time?” I ask, grabbing the hand that is resting on the ear shift and placing it back on my thigh.
The second his hand meets my bare skin, a shiver runs through my body. A shiver of the best kind.
Christian maneuvers the car through the partially lonely highway, only a few cars passing by this late at night, and starts moving his hand from the middle of my thigh up to my core like before. My legs open up for him, like they have a mind of their own and are excited for what’s about to come.
His fingers graze my skin ever so gently, something that I wouldn’t have expected from a NHL enforcer, before the tips of his fingers run along the lace that covers the most sensitive part of my body.
With each pass his fingers give, I can feel myself get that much wetter.
“Who knew all I had to do to get you to be quiet was to play with your pussy,” Christian muses as he pats my inner thigh for my legs to open wider. I follow the silent order and as soon as I do, he moves my panties to the side and starts to tease me some more.
I let out a moan when he starts circling my clit and get lost in how good it feels, that it takes me a second to give him a rebuttal.
“Who knew that all you needed to do is play with my pussy for me to actually like you and not want to rip your head off.” The words come out almost breathless, quickly followed by a moan.
This man has magic fingers.
A slap lands against my core and instead of yelling out in pain, I’m letting out yet another moan in pleasure. The slap felt so damn good.
“Given how wet you are for me, I think what you feel towards me is a lot more than like.”
The words that I want to respond with stay in my throat because before I can even open my mouth, he slides a finger in my entrance and everything that I was about to tell him is forgotten.
“Fuck, you feel so slick. I’m getting hard just thinking how you're going to feel wrapped around my cock.”
All I can think about is how now I wish that it was his cock sliding in and out of me instead of his fingers.
He quickly slides his finger out and slides two back in, but his two fingers don’t fill me. I need more.
“Drive faster and we will get to that stage a whole lot sooner,” I breath out.
I throw my head back, feeling so close to a release but yet so far away. I’m a minute or two away from begging him to make me come, to telling him to pull over and just fuck me, but I hold my words in.
I won’t beg. At the very least, not yet.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Christian asks as his thumb sweeps against my clit, causing my right leg to spasm a bit at the pleasure.
“Make me come or I swear the second that we get to your house, you dick wont be getting touched,” I groan out, bucking my hips to get what I want.
Christian just chuckles when all of the sudden his fingers slide out of me and he is no longer touching.
