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Cal clicked the remote button. Buzzing filled my sensitive center, trilling against the nerves that connected to my clit and filling me with a need so intense, I gasped. My palms slapped onto my thighs, and I clenched tight, gripping my legs and tensing upright. “Oh fuck.”

Cal hit the button again, stopping the vibrator, and he looked very much like the cat who’d caught the mouse. “Plan? There’s no plan, Shortstop. I play, you win.”

I relaxed with a huff. “That was shockingly intense. What’s in this thing?”

“Orgasms,” Cal responded with a meaningful look my way. “Good ones.”

Our GPS map said that the drive from Eugene to Portland would take two hours. It felt like twenty years.

Cal teased me relentlessly, pressing the button to turn on the vibrator at random times that I least expected. He would go ten, fifteen, sometimes twenty minutes between rounds—enough that I almost forgot we were “playing.” It caught me off guard every time, even though I knew he had a remote and I knew he would fill my aching, drenched pussy with vibrations that tore at my sanity, I still jumped when it happened. Then he would turn it off, not even stopping his conversation to react to my gasps and moans.

At one point, he kept the damn thing on for a full minute, and I had to brace myself against the door and the back of the seat to keep from launching myself through the car roof. By thetime we were ten minutes out from our destination, I’d covered his leather seat in moisture, and my lace panties were ruined. And I still hadn’t had an orgasm. Because the second I got close, the moment, I rocked my hips and my head fell back, Cal would stop the fucking thing. It was driving me absolutely insane.

“Cal,” I panted after he turned it off for the millionth time. Had we been in this car for eons? Did this trip even have an end? If there wasn’t an orgasm at the end of this car ride, I was going to lose my shit.

“Yes?” he asked calmly. We were in traffic at the heart of Portland, and he leaned his cheek on the fist that had the remote clasped loosely between his fingers. He pressed the button twice.

The vibrator buzzed to life, and I clenched around it, leaping straight toward an orgasm that I was certain would rip me in half like a Valentine’s paper heart. “Cal!” I screeched.

He turned it off, grinning devilishly. “This is literally the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“You are evil,” I puffed, sagging against the seat.

“Oh, come on now,” he replied mildly, returning his attention to the road as the light turned green. “I have a feeling you’ll change that sentiment in—” he glanced at the GPS on his phone. “—nine minutes.”

“What’s in nine minutes?” I panted. My legs were sore. My pussy was sore. My entire soul had been shredded and diced and minced into a souffle of burning need.

“Call it a checkpoint,” he mused. His thumb traced theoutline of the button, and I watched it intensely. I wasn’t sure if it was because I wanted him to press it or if it was because I dreaded it.

“This might be my villain origin story,” I groaned, squirming in my seat and squeezing my thighs together.

“Hm, you would look really good in spandex,” Cal agreed. He took a right turn, weaving slowly through traffic, and although I watched his thumb and that damn remote closely, he didn’t press it again. I knew it was coming, but I forced myself to relax anyway, looking out the window at the traffic as we made our way to the event center.

“Remind me, in what way do I win this game?” I fanned my face, slowly releasing all my bunched-up muscles that had gone tension-wire taut in the last two hours.

“You’re not enjoying this?” Cal asked. “I’m enjoying this.” We went down a decline into a parking garage, and the shade engulfed us, cooling some of the heat on my skin.

I glared. “You know very well that I am both enjoying it and two seconds away from ripping this thing out.”

Cal pressed the button three times, and the vibrator ratcheted to a level that made me spring off the chair. “Oh my fucking God.”

“I doubt He’s listening to this, love.” Cal brought the car around to the back of the parking garage, pulling into a spot against the wall. “But keep praying. I love the way your pleading sounds.”

He still hadn’t turned the damn thing off, and I felt mycore tighten and twist, clenching so hard, I was certain I would shatter into a thousand shards of ecstasy. “Cal,” I sang in high-pitched soprano.

Cal turned the engine off, and with a calm, utterly conceited smile, he patted the generously sized middle console. “Lie back on this with your feet on the back seats.” The console was made of black leather and smooth, but far too small for me to lay on. Or so I thought. But Cal was already exiting the car and sliding into the back seat, and with my nerves firing off like jackhammers, I undid my seatbelt and lifted myself onto my knees.

“I don’t know about this.” I drummed my fingers on the headrest as I watched Cal in his slick suit sit in the middle seat and spread his legs out comfortably. “I can’t f-fit—”

Cal pressed the button again, and this time, the vibrator started an off-beat, maddening rhythm that threatened to rip out my sanity and stomp all over its remains. “Legs here, Shortstop. Tick, tock, you’re wasting precious time.”

“Oh,” I groaned, but my legs had begun to shake, and sweat gathered at my neckline as the car slowly warmed in the shadowed parking garage. I maneuvered myself to the middle console, and to my surprise, as I threaded my feet through the opening and put them between Cal’s, I found that I could actually rest my back along the smooth leather. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing I’d ever done, but next to the torture this vibrating egg was inflicting on my pussy, I was ready to put myself on a rack if it would end the sensation.

Cal lifted my hips, and then I realized why he had wanted me here. It gave him perfect access. He placed my feet on either side of his thighs, and although I had to lift my hips and support my weight by holding onto the bars of each headrest on the front seats, I was comfortably, fully open for him. He swished my sky-blue skirt up to my waist, baring my drenched white lace panties before running his fingers along the top hem. The egg continued that relentless, merciless beat inside of me, pulsing me close to the top of an orgasm but denying me true release.

Panting, I let my head fall back. “Please, Cal.”

Cal’s fingers smoothed down the wet crease between my legs. “How can I rush when you look so fucking delicious? Hearing those sounds you made on the drive up, watching you squirm,” he smoothed his fingers over my sensitive, aching flesh, and the layer of lace between us made me irrationally angry. “It was a different kind of torture for me.”