Page 56 of Beautiful Deceptions & Sweet Miseries

"Do what?"

We pull up at a red light and Chase turns to look at me, his eyes full of mischief again.

"Take your panties off."

I don't react at first, convinced that I heard him wrong. He reaches over, squeezing my bare thigh, making me yelp.

"Chase!"

"Take your panties off, Hurricane. You're wearing a skirt now. Take them off."

I glance around traffic, checking for peeping motorists. Surrounding cars seem to be in their own world, no one paying attention, so I lift my ass off the seat, pushing my skirt up enough so I can hook the sides of my underwear and pull them down.

Slipping them off my feet, I look at Chase, holding them in my hands. "There. Happy?"

Chase reaches over, pulling the bundle of material from my hands and loops it around the transmission stick.

"What are you doing?" I gasp, staring at my purple lacy underwear decorating his stick.

He hits the gas when the light turns green, watching the road ahead. "Play with yourself."

"What?!" I shout. "We're in a moving vehicle."

"Fine," he says casually, putting his hand on my thigh. "I'll do it for you."

His hand slides up under my skirt, his fingers immediately finding my commando pussy. He runs a finger along my clit without looking at all.

"Are you insane?" I breathe out, fighting back the urge to moan.

Chase shrugs. "Absolutely. But I really want my car to smell of you. And if you're not going to do it, then I need to take matters into my own hands. Pun intended."

His finger presses down more firmly on my clit, emphasising his point. My head tips back as I close my eyes, trying to keep myself under control.

Chase pulls back, grabbing my hand. I look down, watching as he guides it under my skirt and presses it against my throbbing pussy. "Finger yourself."

Slowly, I uncurl my fingers as I shift my ass further down the seat. I slide my middle finger inside my entrance, while Chase keeps his hand on top of mine.

"That's it," he says. "Nice and slow. Make yourself wet."

Moaning, I keep pumping it as Chase's thumb strokes my clit like he's strumming a guitar slowly.

"Now, add another finger," he orders, running circles around my clit.

I push my index finger inside with my middle one, our hands brushing against each other as we cruise down the road.

It's hard to focus on my surroundings, but I spot a familiar sign telling me we are entering the State Park grounds. Chase keeps driving until he pulls down a dirt track between trees. He stops the car, the rain picking up a little heavier.

"What are we doing?" I ask in a breathy voice, looking around as I pause my fingers.

"We're going outside," he says, unclipping his seat belt. "Come on."

I sit up straight as I watch him step out into the rain. "But it's raining."

He closes the door behind him, walking in front of the car until he reaches my door. He opens it, leaning inside to unclasp my belt and grabbing my hand to tug me outside.

I gasp as the rain hits me, a mixture of slightly cool drops and warm air. Chase leads me to the hood of the car before he grabs my face and kisses me.

I kiss him back, a muffled argument caught in my throat as our clothes start sticking to us. He breaks the kiss, spinning me until I'm facing the car and pushes me forward. My chest hits the metal, drenching my shirt.

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