Page 58 of Stay With Me
“Good girl. And now you’ll shift to first while my foot’s down.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head at thegood girlcomment and I do what he says. “You ain’t playin’ fair.”
His finger peeks underneath my underwear and brushes over my clit. “Stay focused. There’s headlights ahead.”
“Then you better stop distractin’ me.”
“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about…” His tongue glides up my neck and his teeth graze my earlobe. He presses on the gas, and I instinctively shift into second once he speeds up.
When the pads of his fingers rub harder, I rock against him faster.
Two can play this game.
“I think you’re gettin’ the hang of it. You ready to try the clutch?”
“I don’t think I can reach it.” I stretch out my legs and my heel just barely touches it.
“Sit up a little.”
As soon as I do, he moves the seat forward and then palms the outside of my thighs, guiding me back down on his lap while sliding my dress up to my hips.
“Now put your foot on the pedal and shift.”
“You want me to do both?” My hand-eye coordination is questionable on a good day but trying to focus when his hands are on me?
He pulls his feet back to give me room. Headlights in the rearview mirror make me panic.
“Tripp, someone’s behind us.”
“Then you better drive, Sunny. Once you press on the clutch, let the gas pedal come up naturally without takin’ off your foot. Then shift into second and let up on the clutch as you give it more gas.”
He might as well be speaking to me in French.
But I comply and when I hear the engine choking, I know I need to shift again.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, coaxing his fingers along my slit and making me melt against him.
My anxiety can’t handle the pressure of focusing on driving and his hand inside my panties. He’s going to make me crash into a tree if he continues torturing me.
“Oh shit.” The truck makes a weird noise when I fuck up the clutch-gas-shifting trifecta.
“You’ve got this. Just stay focused.”
“That’d be a lot easier if you weren’t rubbing my pussy,” I say with a shaky breath.
He slides a finger inside, and I gasp at how deep he penetrates me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks while his thumb circles my clit.
I’m driving at a steady speed, so I only have to focus on staying on the road at this point.
Instead of responding, I rub my bare ass against his erection.
He growls against my neck, then teases me with a second finger. I moan until my head falls back and he cups my throat with his other hand.
“Eyes on the road, baby.”
My God. The way that word just shot tingles down my entire body as his fingers tighten under my jawline.
