Page 112 of Not Her Day to Die

It is late when we make it back into the car. Darius is in the passenger seat, Grayson is driving.

But Axel is in the back with me.

It isn’t but ten minutes into the drive when he begins. His rough fingers trailing up my bare thigh, up and up towards the apex.

He leans over, whispering into my ear. “You should wear dresses more often. Are you going to keep your promise?”

In the space center, I promised him whatever he wanted if he got on the simulator with me. I should have known I would be paying for that sooner than later.

In the front, Darius and Grayson are quiet, I imagine they are exhausted after a long day of me dragging them in every direction.

Hopefully, they won’t notice…

Widening my legs just a fraction, Axel accepts the invitation. His fingers trace the outline of my underwear before finding my clit through the material.

He begins to rub soft teasing circles, and I am forced to bury my head into his shoulder to contain the moan that attempts to escape me.

My nipples are painful points as he continues his teasing. He circles and circles and circles, causing my body to tense and wind and then he just completely stops for a solid minute before restarting again.

Embarrassment blooms as I can feel a wet spot forming on my underwear.

“Axel,” I whisper under my breath.

Grayson is still fully focused on driving, and it almost appears as if Darius may have fallen asleep; his head is slumped against the passenger window.

“Take your underwear off and get on my lap. You can pretend to sleep there.”

Uncertainty washes through me, but then he begins the wind up again and my reservations go out the window.

Raising up just an inch off my seat, I silently slide out of my underwear with Axel’s help, kicking them carefully onto the floorboard.

Grayson is sitting directly in front of me, but he doesn’t move at all, still entirely focused on getting us home.

We are on back country roads now, there aren’t any street lights and the street is winding and thin. Grayson will need to give it his entire attention. He won’t turn around. He won’t notice.

At least that’s what I tell myself.

“Sleep in my lap,” Axel says for the entire car’s sake.

Grayson glances in the mirror for a second, meeting my eyes before focusing back on the road. “Axel, she needs to be buckled.”

“Grayson,” Axel snarks back. “She needs to rest, chill out.”

Grayson doesn’t respond.

Axel drags me onto his lap, so that we are face to face. My bare cunt against his unbuttoned jeans. My dress fluttering around us. Even if Grayson and Darius were to turn around they couldn’t see what we were doing.

They wouldn’t be able to tell that Axel is freeing his cock. That he is reaching between us to tug on a condom. That he is sinking me down on his length.

He squeezes me to him as if I were in fact just going to sleep on him, but then the winding road causes us to bump a bit, and he rocks with it, burrowing into me further. Providing the friction I so desperately need. He has left me a wound up mess, and I want more than anything to ride him, to find my pleasure.

But I don’t want Grayson or Darius to notice.

Except maybe some deep part of medoes.

Shoving the thought down an unexpected bounce has him hissing below me and dragging me even closer to him. He burrows his face into my neck breathing me in.

“Just like that.”