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I waited in the back, puzzled, while Mattclosed the trunk and jogged up to the driver’s door. When he gotin, I said, “That guy didn’t look like one of the othervalets.”
“Private service,” Matt explained. Whichstill didn’t explain why he was in the front while I was in theback. “Buckle up. And take off your panties.”
I laughed, glancing up at the car’s glassroof. Though the outside was tinted, the interior view was crystalclear; how much could someone see outside?
“Nobody is going to see you,” he said,reading my thoughts. “Now, take off your panties, princess, and puton your seat belt like a good girl.”
“What if I get these nice leather seats allmessy?” I gave him a smirk in the rearview mirror and wriggled mypanties down my thighs and pulled up my skirt before fastening mybelt.
“You’ll just have to lick them clean.” Headjusted his mirrors and pulled away from the curb, briefly tappingthe horn as another car tried to overtake him.
“You’re an aggressive driver,” I said,squeezing my legs together. I knew he was going to make me dosomething naughty, but I couldn’t touch myself without hispermission. That was the deal we’d made.
“You drive on the West Coast,” he remindedme. “I’m more afraid of you than you could possibly be of me.”
“So, did you have a plan for this car ride,my dragon?” My heart thumped hard as a realization hit me. I’dthought things would cool off, sexually, when we returned to thereal world. We weren’t even away from the airport yet, and we wereback at it.
“You’re going to play with yourself,” hesaid, clicking on his turn indicator. “You’re not going tofinish.”
“Ever?” I teased.
“You will. Oh, I promise, you will.” Icaught a flash of his smile, though his eyes remained fixed on theroad. “But you’re not going to do it until you’re under me in mybed. Get to work, princess.”
I parted my legs and moved my hand over myexcited flesh, a little thrill going through me as we passed acharter bus. The passengers didn’t see me; at least, I thought theymust not have seen me. If I looked through the massive sunroof ofthe car next tomybus and saw a woman masturbating, I wouldpay attention. But nobody was.
“How far away is your bed?” The swirl of myfingertips and the naughty thrill of near-public indecency uppedthe urgency considerably.
“Let’s see.” There was abloop, andthe screen on the dashboard console lit up. After a brief voicecommand conversation, the navigation system delivered the badnews.
“Your destination is in seventeen pointthree miles,” the audiobook-quality computer voice returned.“Estimated arrival time, one hour, one minute, based on currenttraffic conditions.”
“An hour!” I laughed in dismay.
“Do you think I want to spend an hourknowing that you’re back there, wet and spread and ready for me,while I can’t do anything about it?”
“What, this isn’t a fancy self-driving caryou can jack off in?” That honestly wouldn’t shock me. The car wasthe fanciest thing I’d ever seen.
“Sadly, no. So imagine how hard and fastyou’re going to get it. Especially if traffic is going to beterrible,” he quipped.
I dipped my fingers lower and pressed themagainst my opening. The fluid sound of my eager cunt was lewd inthe silence. “Can you hear that?”
His sharp inhale seemed to catch him offguard for a blink. “I can.”
I plunged my fingers in and the soft,sucking sound as I withdrew them made me shiver. “It’s so quiet inhere.”
“That’s because it’s electric.” He pattedthe steering wheel lovingly. “I’ll remind you to make fun of me forthat later.”
“Please do. Because if it’s a Tesla—”
He groaned. “No. Fuck, no. And let’s nottalk about fascists while I’m driving. But if it’s too quiet inhere, feel free to make as much noise as you’d like. Moans.Desperate pleas for mercy. Whatever comes to mind.”
A lot came to mind. My imagination whirledwith thoughts of how good he would feel pounding into me, how longit had been since we’d fucked. Hours, and I was already starvingfor him.
I swallowed thickly. “When you’re fuckingme, will you put your hand around my neck and hold me down on thepillows?”
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.
My cunt grasped helplessly as I withdrew myfingers again, slicking my wetness up and over my clit. “Will youtie my hands up and take me as much as you want?”