Page 40 of Joint Custody

“And I’m going to need someone to take me home tonight, because I still haven’t picked up my car from Mom and Dad. And Chris you’re far too drunk to do it,” she said.

I dropped my head to hide my smile as she glimpsed in my direction, only for a second as she trailed her glances around the room to act as if she was talking to everyone.

“Why is your car at Mom and Dad’s?” he asked.

“I had too much to drink last night and couldn’t drive it home,” she said, flustered.

“Oh, okay. You’re right. I am too drunk to drive.” Chris laughed. “I don’t think any of us are fit to drive you,” he said, crushing my hopes and dreams in his fist without a thought. “Looks like you’re going to have to be our designated driver since you’re the only one here who hasn’t had a drop of alcohol tonight.”

“Uh . . .” she stammered. This was not going to plan, but perhaps we could still make it work? I hoped.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sleep it off at the office,” Jared said, getting up and stretching before grabbing Chris into a hug. “Kiss the family good night for me.” He walked out the door and it was just us four heading to the elevator. It was painful walking next to her and not being able to touch her.

“You can drop Chris off first, I’m in no rush to get home,” I volunteered, and she smiled up at me, about to agree when Anthony jumped in.

“Yeah, and you can drop me off last,” he said, smiling at her. I wanted to kick him in the back of the knee. This was going to take some getting used to; sharing her with someone else because I was all for her fucking who she chose, I felt lucky and honored that she was choosing me too. It didn’t mean I wanted someone to jump in and take her for themselves, leaving me starved, plus I was sure Anthony could find another lady to fill his bed as usual. I had no interest in anyone else.

Chris did the job for me, elbowing him in the stomach. “No, we’re dropping you off first.” Satisfaction never felt so good. Okay, I was lying, satisfaction had felt better but this moment was up there with the rest until Chris said, “I’m in no rush to get home either. In fact, it’d be nice for you to stop by for a bit and hang out with your niece for a few minutes,” he offered.

Ah, hell. Tiffany and I both looked at each other. Yeah, there was no way she could turn down that offer, that would be so fucked to abandon her brother’s request just so that we could be together. She smiled at him and nodded, though disappointment arrested both our faces.

Until we dropped Anthony off.

I was riding shotgun and Chris was in the back. It was pitch dark in the car, and Chris had gone silent. Tiffany met my eyes with hers. We were both still burning with desire for each other. I needed to touch her but I couldn’t risk us being caught. I turned to check on Chris and saw that he was lying down in the back. “You good there, bro?” I asked him. No answer. He was asleep.

Her head was facing forward when I made my move, resting my arm next to hers on the arm rest, brushing up against her. I got her attention, and when she turned a quick glance at me, I smiled at her. It was my turn to be dropped off, and I didn’t want us to hurry, not when I realized we had an opening. “Drive slow,” I whispered.

“Huh?” she whispered back.

I checked the backseat once more to make sure that Chris wouldn’t catch me as I leaned over fast to whisper in her ear. “Drive slow, I want to touch you, and I don’t want you to drive off the road.” I breathed a laugh against her ear. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked.

“Yes,” she responded in a soft breath, licking her lips, and when I shifted back into my seat, I saw her brows furrow in need which sent a rush of blood to my cock.

I checked on Chris one last time before sliding my hand over to her side and resting it against her leg before using my fingers to bunch the material of her skirt upward. I heard her release a shaky breath as I took my time touching her skin, barely brushing my finger against the tiny hairs on the inside of her thigh, moving it farther up until I felt her fluff. She let out a moan and I pulled my hand away, my heart pounding as my life flashed before my eyes.

I waited to hear if Chris had been woken up as she looked at me as if she wanted to pull the car over and climb into my lap. Wrong place and wrong time. We’d been given a golden ticket. We couldn’t blow it now. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea at all. I kept my hands to myself for a while until my cock straining against my pants was too hard to bear. I looked over at Chris and he had turned his body. He was now facing the back of the seat as the lower half of his body hung over the edge. I took a deep breath in and out before turning toward Tiffany and putting a finger over my lips to tell her to be quiet. She nodded.

Filled with fear and desire, I spat on my finger and reached over the armrest, going straight for her crotch, feeling around until I felt her hard clit throbbing against my finger. She bit her lip, hard as I fluttered my finger across her, gauging her reaction and sounds before continuing.

She held those sounds in like a boss, exciting me, and I picked up my speed, my mouth dropping open with hers as she gasped and her eyes drifted closed. Oh shit. Nope. Well of course she didn’t know what to do, she’d never done this before. She was so taken up by trying to be quiet, she forgot to focus on the road. We couldn’t die at the risk of pleasure though, so I grabbed her hand against the steering wheel, keeping the car leveled as she turned to look at me.

Eyes on the road, I mouthed. And she gasped in shock, fighting to keep her eyes open as she battled with the pleasure in her body, her eyes wide along with her mouth as she leaned forward, biting down on the steering wheel hard as she came, shaking against the seat as I grabbed the wheel again, so tempted to kiss her.

The risks of fucking dying, being caught, and being so fucking attracted to each other that we decided to risk it all, had my cock protruding as more than just a bulge, it was standing, hurting as the tip of it rubbed against my zipper. I pulled away from her in a rush, unzipping my pants before reaching for her hand and pressing it against my erection. I sucked in a breath as the contact sent a buzz rushing through my body.

I saw her mouth drop open in shock at how hard I was. I brought her hand to my lips, kissed her fingers, sucked one into my mouth before dropping it back to my cock. She remembered our lesson and began to move her hand against me. I sighed, throwing my head back against the seat and being grateful that I could at least close my eyes.

She started off slow and I was already so aroused, I had to fight my hips from rocking since Chris’s head was behind my seat, and I couldn’t risk jerking the car so much I’d wake him. I shivered as her fingers placed soft touches against the harder, more sensitive veins of my cock. Damn, I twisted my head to the side, biting down on my lip to keep sound from escaping my mouth. Shit. My throat was growing tighter and tighter as air became less available to me. I had to clear my throat and straighten my body so I’d be able to breathe again.

“Fuck,” I whispered as subtle tremors started to climb my veins and muscles. I turned my head to look at her and she had a smile on her face, eyes focused on the road while her hand worked me into a state of psychosis. The more my pleasure increased, I thought I was ascending off the seat, about to bust through the top of Chris’s closed up convertible, and I had to grip the door handle to keep from fucking flying away.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned beneath my breath, biting down on my knuckles as I felt like my heart was just going to thump out of my damn chest. I couldn’t control the movement of my hips as I imagined her weight on top of me, my cock crashing against her.

“Tiffany,” I said in breathless pants, shooting my feet out against the padding in front of the seat, grateful it made a soft thump. I turned again to look at her, dropping my eyes to her skirt that I’d hiked up and her bare legs triggered a flashback of my face being between them. “Uh, fuck,” I whined as I struggled to suppress the massive groan that was about to erupt from my throat. Fucking hell, it was hard as fuck to stay quiet when the only thing my body wanted to do was echo the building explosions being set off in my body.

Ah, shit. Her pussy flashed into my mind’s eye like water in a desert, and my face clenched, my cheeks filled with air as I held my mouth shut. I could feel the veins popping out of my neck as my pleasure advanced to yet another level. “Fuck, give me that fucking pussy,” I whispered, unsure if Chris was hearing and thinking that if he did, this moment would’ve been fucking worth it.

I looked over at her again and now her face was also tense with need as she licked her lips and she started going crazy on my dick, jerking me off so fast, I thought it would fall off. I shook, grabbing her to stop her before it did. “Slow,” I breathed before removing her hand so that I could spit in my hand and coat my cock with it making my fantasies about fucking her wet pussy more organic.

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