Page 46 of Ruin

Her hand slips into my pants, over my boxer briefs, nails skimming my balls. The sensation spikes through me so sharply I nearly rip the steering wheel out of its column.

Cursing under my breath, I grab her hand, keeping my eyes on the road, but I don’t move it away.

The fog is rolling in.

“Do you like that? I’ve never done this before. Tell me if you like it.” Her voice is back to sounding small, nervous.

She’s never done this before? Something primal and possessive spikes through me. The idea of being the only one to push my cock into her beautiful mouth feels like being crowned king of the fucking universe.

She lowers her mouth back down to my cock, this time, the only barrier is the cotton of my underwear. I swerve off the road in a spray of gravel and dirt, almost losing control of the car. She’s thrown back into her seat, chest heaving, nipples hard under her bikini top.

We stare at each other as the engine rumbles softly. My hands are trembling on the wheel. Her lips are parted, wet. Her pupils blown wide.

If I let her touch me, I’ll lose control, but taking her home is not an option; I can’t be without her right now. I’m on the edge, and it will take almost nothing to push me over. And Giovanna’s wet mouth on my cock is not nothing.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” she asks quietly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Gi. I don’t know how to go slow, and you deserve slow.”

“Tommy, I want to suck your dick,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break. Or puke in your car.”

I raise an eyebrow as she smirks at me.

“That’s not something that we’re going to find out right now.”

She narrows her eyes at me, and my brow furrows. I don’t know what she’s planning, but I can tell it’s going to piss me off.

Shifting in her seat, she presses her back against her door and spreads her long, toned legs, bending her knees, one high heel on the floor and the other up on the seat. Her stomach rounds slightly over her tiny bikini bottoms, and her breasts are barely contained by her top.

“God damn it, Gi—”

“Don’t worry, Tommy. I won’t touch you, I promise.” Her voice lilts as she runs her fingers over her nipples, making them hard before tugging the triangles of fabric to the side, her breasts spilling out.

I grind my teeth and try to look away, but I can’t. She plays with her nipple with one hand and slides the other over her stomach, her long nails disappearing into her bikini bottoms.

“What are you doing?” I grind out the words.

“You know what I’m doing.” She pushes the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side so I can see her spread her pussy lips apart and find her clit. “The only two people who have ever made me come are you and me, and what I do to me feels nothing like what you do to me.”

“Stop.” My heart is pounding, and despite the cold air seeping in through the windows, my bare chest, my pants undone, I’m burning up.

“You said you can’t fuck me without your lifetime contract, so teach me how to touch myself so that it feels like you, Tommy.”

Fuck.

Rage with Tony. Disgust with the dean. It all coils inside me like a storm about to break. And then Giovanna, fingers working her pussy while her eyes burn into mine. She’s short-circuiting me, every nerve ending spitting fire.

It makes me want to tear her apart, fuck her until I wreck that pussy, but she’s untouched and it’s just too much—for both of us.

But if she keeps pushing me, daring me…

“Please…” Giovanna whines, pushing two of her fingers inside, her eyes sparkling wickedly. “…daddy…”

Now she wants to play with me?

“Take it off.”

Her eyes spark with excitement, and she immediately unties the sides of her bikini bottoms, baring her pussy.