Page 54 of Tops
Tannersatintheback next to me while Mike looked forward toward the road. It wasn’t raining, so there were no drops to watch race to the bottom of the glass. I didn’t enjoy watching the passing neon lights of the city or the multitude of cars that surrounded us. I looked over to Tanner instead. It was like he was poised and waiting for me to turn my gaze his way so he could trap me inside his magnetic grip.
He didn’t have a seatbelt on and slid across the seat closer to me. His hand pushed the button of my seatbelt, releasing the lock before he pulled it off me and back into place.
“You don’t want to wrinkle a dress like that,” he said, still leaning over me. His lips were inches away from mine, but I had just put lipstick on and couldn’t risk walking in with smudged makeup.
“Oh,” I replied, turning my head away while I brushed my hands across the fabric as if I could undo any damage the seat belt might have caused.
Tanner leaned back to sit in the middle of the space. His arms stretched wide enough to touch the back of my hair. I sat up, forcing a little more space between us. Mike wasn’t even sitting behind a partitioned area; he could hear and see everything.
“Nessa, we have a long drive. Why don’t you get comfortable?” His gaze gestured to his lap, but I shook my head, no, adamantly before gesturing toward Mike with my eyes. Tanner smiled and pushed a button above his head, and a wall slid out from the floor, entirely blocking off the car’s front section.
After breathing a sigh of relief, I realized I still had the problem of not wanting to look like I had just fucked someone in the back of the car. Which I was pretty sure was exactly what Tanner intended to do. Particularly after Nik poked at him with the pictures. Tanner was a ticking time bomb that looked calm and cool as he patted his lap again and raised his eyebrow as if asking me to defy him. I pulled up some of the front panels of my dress before straddling his lap. My dress flowed out behind me and into the space meant for legs.
“Good girl,” Tanner said as his hand returned to the bare skin of my back. His fingers slid underneath the delicate metal chains. He moved in a slow rhythmic pattern, helping to calm and quiet the nervous energy inside me.
“I want to kiss you, but I can’t mess up my makeup,” I whispered into the pocket of darkness between us. In this car’s relatively private small space, I felt like reaching out to the softer Tanner I knew hid just beneath the surface.
“I’m not sure I can get through this party without burying myself inside you first.” Tanner’s words traveled through the pocket of space, crashing into me and going straight between my legs. No one had ever talked about me like they were desperate to have me.
“I can’t go in there looking like we just had sex. You know who I’m about to face better than I do, and I still know it’s not a good idea. After we leave the party, I’m all yours,” I said, watching the passing lights as they slid through the windows, illuminating Tanner in a myriad of hues. “Or invite all the guys, and let’s get it settled that all three of you are equal.” I decided to add in case Tanner had been upset about Nik and I being alone earlier. Tanner wasn’t bothered when he had his alone time with me in the greenhouse.
“If you want to play with fire tonight, baby, then alright,” Tanner said, laughing darkly.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, and now I was a little worried that my choice not to have sex with him in the car was the wrong decision. The atmosphere in our shared space seemed to darken. I looked out the window and noticed we were traveling out of the city.
“A long, boring car ride with absolutely nothing to do,” Tanner said, relaxing back into the seat and pressing his semi-hard cock against me. A sharp ping of arousal coursed through me, indicating that the embers from Nik’s preheating were still alive.
I wasn’t sure what it would feel like to walk around all evening mildly aroused, but I hoped the feeling would simply go away if he would stop poking at it. When I moved to get up, his hands snapped closed like a trap sprung by my jostling. He gripped my hips tightly while holding me in his lap, an almost desperate cling, like a child with a security object.
Light from outside the car illuminated his closed eyes. His face looked peaceful for just a fraction of a second before darkness shrouded the pleasure he felt from my touch. When the next light passed, Tanner’s eyes were open again, and he stared into my soul while holding me tightly to him.
“What kind of underwear did you wear tonight, Nessa?” Tanner asked, settling in on a playful mood.
I was thankful for my position in the car and how many shadows covered my face as I blushed furiously.
“This will require a verbal answer this time, Nessa,” Tanner said, like he could taste my discomfort in the air.
“I’m not,” I whispered until my voice cracked. I had to clear my throat and start again, a little louder and more assertive this time. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” I hoped I seemed confident, like some badass version of me strutting around my first private charity event with my whiskers in the breeze. I would have put my underwear on in the car, but Tanner put the bag in the trunk.
“Well, now you’ve made the game even more dire, Nessa,” Tanner said, but there were no streams of light illuminating his face. I felt his hands moving from my hips, sliding down to grip my thighs and part the remaining shrouds of my dress.
“No,” I hissed, grabbing his wrists.
His hands stopped, but his gaze pulled me in while he lowered his tone. “You’re going to show me that pretty pussy of yours, or I’m going to pull my cock out and make you walk around the event with sticky thighs.”
His pinning stare was constantly interrupted by the long stretches of darkness as we traveled further away from Manhattan. I knew I could say no, get off his lap, and end our game. But I didn’t want to.
“I’m not walking in there looking like I had sex,” I repeated with an obvious tone as I crossed my arms over my chest after releasing my hold on him. Tanner wouldn’t get the full attitude I wanted to project without being able to see my expression. But the way his hands fisted tighter in the fabric of my skirt told me he had received enough.
“So, you’ve said.” His voice was calm and cool, his mask firmly in place while he considered himself the overlord of the backseat. But on the inside, I got a feeling there was a very lonely little boy that just wanted to be loved and instead only got sex.
I felt the panels of my dress moving. Tanner had released his death grip and was now slowly pushing the fabric out of the way. He was pushing my boundaries, waiting to see if I really wanted to stop him or if my first objection was out of fear.
The sting of cold air caressing my warm, wet folds made me jump in Tanner’s lap as he continued to tentatively push my boundaries. I tensed but didn’t object, resting my arms on his shoulders while he slid a single finger through my arousal. His touch seemed to fill the air with a heavy scent. The fire Nik had started was still roaring with life, coming uncaged now that Tanner was coaxing the embers.
“I’m not going to fuck you before the party, Nessa.” He said it like I was the one begging him, and he was being the sensible one putting their foot down. I watched in the dim light and the brief flashes of illumination from the outside world as Tanner placed his finger, glistening with my arousal, into his mouth. He smiled as he licked the taste of me from his flesh, and I squirmed in his lap.
Something inside me seemed to rear up against his statement, urging me to seduce him until he cracked and plunged his thick cock inside me. We could fog up the windows and create our own tiny droplets of water. I wanted to whimper in protest so he would take pity on me, releasing the fire that I had carried since Nik walked into my bedroom. It seemed almost painful now that I was aware of my desire again. I didn’t have time to decide which way to defy him and my earlier proclamation before he slipped his wet finger inside me. It barely fit, and he had to slowly pump in and out, convincing my body to open for him.
