Page 66 of Twisted Play
“Fuck you, Cole,” she breathed, her voice low and raspy.
At a stop sign, I looked at her full on, her cheeks rosy and her lips parted.
“Now push those panties aside and show me how wet you are,” I ordered her.
“I don’t?—”
“Slut, I gave you an order,” I snapped. To my utter surprise, she complied, pulling her panties aside. I couldn’t see shit from this angle. “Take your other hand and get your fingers nice and wet.”
And she did. Holy fuck, she did. She moaned, and I almost came in my pants, she looked so hot.
“Now let me taste.”
She gasped and then leaned over toward me, offering me her fingers. Fuck, she tasted so goddamned good. “I could eat you for breakfast,” I murmured when I finally released her hand.
“Why don’t you?” she asked, then pressed her lips together, as if to cut off her own audacity.
I risked a look over at her, her legs spread, one hand on her chest, as if it could contain the hammering of her heart, the other resting on her bare thigh, waiting for my response.
Instead of answering, I told her, “I want to see one hand buried in your pussy, the other playing with your tits.”
“What—? Cole, it’s getting light out!”
“Guess you better get a move on then,” I said as we rounded the last set of turns before the campus.
She slipped her fingers down to her pussy, and I wished I could see more than the movement of her wrist, hear more than the wet sounds of her pussy sucking on those fingers.And then, she wrapped her hand around one pillowy tit and pinched her nipple, hard.
Eva moaned, and it was all I could do to pay attention to the road instead of pulling over and fucking her like her body wanted me to. Now frantic, she fucked her fingers, her hips meeting her hand. She alternated kneading her breast and pinching her nipple, and her movements became jerky.
“So good for me,” I told her, “starting out my day by showing me what a filthy fucking slut you are.”
She whined, arching her back against the seat as she fucked herself at my command. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please, I need to come, Cole.”
Oh fuck, she was asking me permission.Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkk.New kink unlocked. My cock was rock hard, pushing hard to escape the confines of my sweatpants. How was Eva so perfect for me?
“Yeah, sparrow, go ahead and come,” I told her, hoping the red light would last long enough that I could watch her fall apart in the front seat of my car.
She changed the position of her fingers so she was circling her clit, and then, to my shock, she pinched it hard. She whimpered as her entire body seized then curled in over herself as she slammed her thighs shut on her hand, holding it there while she climaxed.
The light changed, and I sped ahead as she shivered in her seat, her eyes glazed over, not quite back down to earth yet. Loath for anyone else to see what a delightful mess she was, I pulled her fingers out of her pussy and shoved her skirt down.
“Gimme another taste, sparrow.”
Eva looked at me, glassy-eyed, and smiled sweetly before turning and offering me her fingers again. I licked each one,taking my time and savoring the taste of her—one I knew I’d have from the source soon. Then I kissed her knuckles before setting her hand on my thigh so I wouldn’t lose the contact while I shifted gears and drove to the campus.
I should have used her vulnerability to demand answers, but something about the way she curled her fingers on my leg, sighing softly as she snuggled into the soft seat of my car, held me back.
Besides, a compliant spy was better than a desperate one. That’s the lie I’d tell myself until I believed it.
“We’re here,” I murmured once I parked, surprised to see her blinking with disbelief. Had she dozed off? Or just floated away in a sea of bliss?
“Oh,” she whispered, her lips rounding.
I didn’t want to kiss those full lips, swollen from when she’d bitten them, begging for me to take them between my teeth and make her cry out for more. I didn’t want to pull her into my arms and cuddle her through her post-orgasmic lassitude. I definitely didn’t want her to turn that blissed out smile on me, knowing I’m the one who gave it to her.
