Page 34 of Goode Vibrations
“Fuck. A side road, then?” His expression was tight, hard, jaw clenched and tensing, as if he was only just barely restraining himself from doing something inadvisable.
“We just left a side road so remote no one should ever have found us,” I pointed out. “I’m just as eager as you are, but I also know my sister got a public indecency ticket and said it really ruined the fun.”
He growled. “Shit. No, being in the States on a temporary visa with only a New Zealand driving license, I really can’t afford legal trouble.”
He looked so unhappy, so forlorn, so irritated and turned on and frustrated. I justhadto take pity on him, didn’t I?
Of course I did.
Checking the road ahead and behind us—totally deserted, and we hadn’t seen another car the entire ten almost fifteen minutes we’d been on the highway—I pressed the button to release my seat belt buckle. It caught on the bulge of my breast, slipped over the mound, and snapped back against the pillar. Errol’s eyes cut to mine, raked down my body.
I only hesitated a moment, then my tongue did its nervous tic of flicking over the corner of my lip, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes caught the motion of my tongue, and he sucked in a deep breath, hissed it out. “Drives me nuts when you do that.”
“In a good way, or a bad way?” I asked.
“In a way like I want to suck your tongue into my mouth.”
“Oh.” I gathered the lower edge of my tank top in my hands. “I like the sound of that.”
“Poppy, my restraint is just about munted.”
I grinned, slow, promising him with my eyes and my smile what I was about to do. “You just hold on to that steering wheel, Errol.” I tugged the shirt down, flattening and stretching it against my boobs. “Keep us on the road. The sooner you get us to civilization and a motel room, the sooner you get your hands…and mouth…and…other parts, on me.” I felt and heard the engine rev as he mashed the pedal down. “A speeding ticket won’t help, though.”
“Fucking hell,” he snarled. “I’m losing my shit, here.”
His eyes went to my chest, flicked to the road, back to me. “God, your tits are fucking fabulous.”
I smirked at him, and I knew seduction was in my gaze. “What…these?” I tugged down until my tits popped out, and then drew one arm and then other out of the straps, and now I was topless, the shirt around my midsection.
“Jesus…fuck,” he breathed. Slowed, foot coming all the way off the accelerator as he stared, open-mouthed. “How the fuck are youreal?”
I played with them for him, squeezing, lifting and releasing with a jiggly bounce that set them swaying, flicking the bar through my nipples until they stood on end, aching, tight. Errol swallowed hard, and his breathing came in short huffs, and he was shifting in his seat in an attempt to adjust himself without touching himself, without letting go of the steering wheel.
“Looks like you’re having an issue over there,” I said, tongue licking my lower lip on its way to the corner of my mouth.
“Yeah, my issue is I’ve got a half-naked woman next to me, and she’s the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen in my life, and if I don’t get to put my hands on those glorious fuckin’ tits of yours I might just die right here.”
I ran my fingertips in a light teasing touch over his bare arm from the sleeve of his muscle shirt over the outside of his bicep, over his forearm, to his wrist. Guided his hand to my breast. “I wouldn’t want you to die. I mean, if you die, we crash and I die, and then we wouldn’t get to have hot monkey sex later.” I closed my eyes and groaned as his big strong rough hand closed over my breast, kneading the soft flesh and lifting the heavy weight of it, weighing it in his palm, brushing his thumb over the nipple, tweaking the piercing—which was a silver bar with fake pink diamonds capping the bar on either side. “So really, you touching my boobs is saving both our lives.”
He laughed. “Fucking hell, Poppy, Ilovethe way you think. Can I save our lives more often?”
“If you promise to play with my piercing like that every time…then I’d wouldn’t justletyou, I’dmakeyou.”
“Make me? Ibegto be allowed to worship at the altar of your tits, Poppy. Consider me your acolyte, my goddess. Allow me the privilege of worshipping you.”
I laughed, but the laugh turned to another groan, because he wasjustgentle enough as he flicked and tweaked, and alsojustrough enough.
I shifted to angle toward him, giving him access to the other one. “Righty wants some touches, too, you know.”
He rasped a hoarse laugh, eyes soaking up my topless form as often and for as long as he dared while safely operating a moving vehicle. This was, perhaps, a little risky. But god, so worth it.
Finally, though theissuehe was having inside his board shorts consumed my attention—namely, his cock was bent and angled inside the shorts in such a way that he couldn’t entirely unfurl. I just…Ihadto help him.
I gently detached his hand and returned it to the wheel. Turned fully sideways in my seat, putting my feet in the open space between his seat and mine. He glanced at me, clearly not liking having my boobs taken away from his hand, wondering what my next play would be.
I unbuckled the latch, and he let it slide away to snap into place. Held his gaze as I found the laces of his shorts. My hair had come mostly loose from the braid at some point, and would get in the way, so I twisted it into a loose, sloppy bun at the top of my head and tied it in place with the extra hair tie I wore on my left wrist. His eyes, to his credit, ran over my face, taking in how I looked with my hair up.
“So…fucking…gorgeous,” he breathed.