Page 9 of Web of Lies

Riley

The cool air from the car's AC caresses my overheated skin, offering a soothing relief.

Every so often, I steal a glance at Kyle.

He's focused on the road, jaw clenched. His left hand grips the steering wheel while his right rests on my thigh.

His fingers slide beneath the hem of my skirt, brushing against the soft skin of my inner thigh and setting off subtle electric sparks.

The drive from the club to my apartment only takes about fifteen minutes.

But right now, every second feels longer than the last, and the ache between my legs keeps growing, becoming harder and harder to ignore.

I steal another look at Kyle, biting down on my lower lip.

The muscles in his neck bulge as he swallows, and my gaze falls on his Adam's apple bobbing.

A bold idea crosses my mind, making my heart skip a beat.

I slowly shift in my seat and spread my legs a few inches, giving us both more space.

Then, I bring my hand to rest on top of his, brushing my fingertips against his skin.

Before he can even react, I nudge his hand aside and find my clit through the thin fabric of my thong.

The light pressure sends a wave of relief through my muscles, and I can't help but let out a quiet sigh.

The sound makes Kyle pause for a second, his eyes flicking toward me before returning to the road. "What are you doing?" he asks in a low, raspy voice. His fingers dig into the steering wheel, making the muscles in his forearm flex.

I twist in my seat and spread my legs wider, all the while rolling my clit. "Just passing the time," I say, keeping my touch light enough to chase away the heat without pushing myself toward an orgasm.

Kyle takes a deep breath through his nose, jaw clenched as he fights the urge to look at me again. "You're playing a dangerous game."

I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, moving my fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm.

Every now and then, I press down just a little harder.

My hips buck as I edge toward relief before slowing down again.

A quiet hum escapes my chest, soft and needy.

The thin fabric of my thong is already soaked with my arousal.

Kyle's hand, lingering beneath my skirt, slowly inches higher, brushing against mine.

As the car rolls to a stop, my eyes flutter open, and I spot the red traffic light ahead.

Kyle takes advantage of the moment, taking his eyes off the road to turn and face me.

"Fuck, Freckles," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

His fingers twitch on top of mine, and I catch the hunger in his eyes.

I flash him a slight smirk, and without a word, I push my top up and flash him my tits.

The cold breeze from the AC fans over my skin, and my nipples harden against my piercings.

His lips stretch into a crooked grin, but then his gaze flicks to the surrounding street.

"What a shame," he says. "With my tinted windows, only I get to see those perfect tits." I press down on my clit again, drawing a soft moan from myself.

My gaze shifts to the crowd of people gathered at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.

The idea that we could get caught is both terrifying and exciting, knowing that there are dozens of strangers just outside with no idea what's happening in here.

I squeeze my legs shut around my hand. My breath hitches as I rub my clit harder, flicking it in a sluggish, frantic rhythm as I chase my high.

Then, Kyle takes his eyes off me and turns his attention back to the road. The car in front of us moves, so he steps on the gas and pulls forward.

I lean my head back and close my eyes as I slip my fingers beneath my thong. "Fuck," I moan. The pressure is building fast, and heat is twisting deep in my core. My orgasm creeps closer with every flick of my fingers, pushing me further toward the edge.

"Easy there," he chuckles. Steering the car with one hand, he pulls off the road and into the dark parking lot of my apartment complex.

As soon as he shuts off the engine, Kyle releases the steering wheel, leans across the center console, and pulls me toward him.

His other hand slips between my legs and grabs my wrist, stopping me just as I'm about to come.

He crashes his lips against mine in a quick, charged kiss, winding his tongue around mine.

Leaning into him, I unbuckle my seatbelt, ready to climb into his lap, when he suddenly breaks the kiss.

"What?" I gasp, inhaling sharply, my body still vibrating with arousal.

But he doesn't respond. Instead, he pulls away from me, slips out of the driver's seat, and shuts the door.

"Kyle?" I call out, raising my voice as irritation bubbles in my chest. I tug my top back into place, push open the door, and prepare to snap at him.

But the air is knocked out of my lungs when long arms wrap around me and, in one swift motion, he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

"Hey!" I shout, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"Naughty girls don't deserve to come," he says as he kicks the car door shut.

With practice, he pulls the key out of my bag, unlocks the building door, and carries me up the stairs. Once inside my apartment, he heads straight for the bedroom and throws me onto the mattress.

I push myself up onto my elbows and watch as Kyle unbuckles and pulls his belt out of the loops in one clean motion. He then kneels on the edge of the bed and folds the belt in his hands with a sharp snap.

Without wasting a second, I rise to my knees, crawl toward him, and catch the hem of his shirt. Our hands fly over each other as we tug at our clothes, stripping away layers until we are completely naked.

Undressing has never been my favorite part of foreplay. It feels slow and awkward, like an unnecessary delay. What I want is skin-to-skin contact, the heat, and the weight of another body pressing against mine.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, our bodies pressing flush against each other. His hands land on my ass, cupping my cheeks into his palms. Our lips collide in a hurried kiss, all tongue—impatient and messy. Just the way I like it.

One of his hands slides from my ass down between my thighs and gently nudges them apart.

With a roll of his hips, his hard cock grinds against my dripping pussy, brushing past my swollen clit and coaxing a soft gasp from my lips.

Instinctively, I pull him closer, rubbing my body against his and rocking my hips into him.

Eventually, he breaks the kiss, his breath minty and warm as it fans across my cheek. "Turn around," he murmurs the command.

I meet his gaze with a hazy look, my mind foggy, but I nod and follow his instructions. I pull away from him, turn around, and go down on all fours.

"Good," he says, resting his hands on my hips.

His fingertips brush against my skin as he moves to my ass, cups my cheeks in his palms, and pulls them apart.

A low hum vibrates in his chest as he looks at me.

"Already so fucking wet for me." I reach for my pillow and clutch it to my chest as he slides a hand between my thighs.

His thumb brushes over my folds, pulling a soft moan from my lips.

With just a gentle push, his thumb dips between and eases inside me.

"Such a pretty hole," he says. A wince catches in my throat as he slides his thumb out of me and traces the path from my pussy to my asshole.

The pad of his finger presses against the tight rim and coats me in my arousal.

I squeeze my eyes shut as heat swells in my abdomen and my heart stutters in my chest. We haven't explored anal much yet because my body isn't there yet.

On good days, I can fit his thumb; on bad days, my body refuses him completely.

"Kyle," I whisper, glancing back at him over my shoulder.

He leans forward, his eyes locked on mine, and brushes his lips across my spine. "Don't worry, Baby. I know." His lips curve into a smile. "You're not ready for that yet." But there's still a teasing glint in his eye. His smile slowly stretches into a smirk. "But your pussy is."

He takes one hand off my ass, wraps his fingers around his cock, and gives himself a few pumps before the head of his cock presses against my pulsing entrance.

With a shaky gasp, I bury my face in the pillow as he slips inside me.

My body welcomes the intrusion, parting around him with no resistance.

His piercings tug at my opening before dipping inside and dragging along my insides.

He's only halfway in when he thrusts forward, burying himself all the way inside me in one stroke.

My eyes roll back, and a muffled moan tumbles from my lips.

He pulls back, only to thrust into me again with more force. A low grunt escapes his throat as he falls into a familiar rhythm—steady but rough. With each stroke, he coaxes another breathless moan from me.

"God, yes!" The words tear from my throat as my body rocks back and forth, matching his rhythm.

The room fills with the wet sounds of our skin slapping together as my ass slams into his hips.

His rhythm is relentless, each thrust reaching deeper than the last. My pussy pulses around his cock, gripping it tightly, and my moans grow louder with each stroke.

At the sudden pressure against my asshole, my eyes fly open, and a sharp gasp bursts from my throat.

Every muscle in my body screams in protest as my ass clenches and shuts him out while my pussy grips his cock.

I tilt my head back to look over my shoulder, and our eyes meet.

The shock quickly fades, and instead of pulling away, I crave what he’s offering.

God, I want it. I want that pressure. I want him to push harder, stretch me, and fill me.

"Is that okay?" he asks.

I hesitate for a moment before answering in a wavering whisper. "Yes."

His lips stretch into a smirk, and he hums in approval as his thumb pushes past the rim.

My voice catches in my throat, and a deep groan rises from my stomach as I bury my face in the pillow.

"Good girl." He emphasizes the "r," and I melt from his praise.

"One day, I'm going to stuff every one of your holes just the way you deserve. "

"Yes," I breathe out in a desperate, quiet plea. "Please."

"I know you want that so badly," Kyle growls beneath a dark chuckle before drawing his hips back and slamming back into me. "You're such a needy slut."

Suddenly, something hot and wet hits my skin, and his thumb slips out of my ass and glides over the wet spot. The pressure returns, and with the added slickness, his thumb pushes back in, but with less resistance this time.

My eyes flutter shut as raw, frenzied moans tear from my throat, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

He doesn't slow down, slamming into me with a steady and relentless force.

I gasp for air as I slide one hand beneath me, find my swollen clit, and flatten two fingers over it, rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts.

The pressure builds quickly in my lower belly. It's all too much, but in the best way.

My toes curl and my whole body jerks as my orgasm rips through me. Holding onto the pleasure, I rub my clit faster while Kyle fucks me through it. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

My pussy grips his cock tightly as my muscles seize up.

His thumb slips from my ass, and his hand lands on my hip.

His thrusts become increasingly frantic until he buries himself deep inside me with one final, powerful stroke.

A throaty grunt rumbles from his chest as he digs his fingers into my skin.

His cock pulses inside me, and a familiar warmth pools in my lower belly as he empties himself into me.

His hands are on my hips, holding me in place and keeping our hips flush together.

I steal a glance over my shoulder. My chest rises and falls quickly; my stomach still flutters from the high.

Kyle's eyes are closed, and his head is tilted back.

A quiet sigh slips from his lips as he slowly guides me forward until he finally slips out of me.

I grimace as a loud squirt follows, and heat crawls up my neck, flushing my cheeks. Tormented by embarrassment, I turn my head away from him and bury my face in the pillow. It's natural, yet I still feel embarrassed.

"You're so pretty," Kyle purrs. One of his hands slips from my hip and moves between my thighs.

Two fingers press flat against my pussy, sliding over my slick folds before dipping inside me.

"This is going to be a long night." My heart flutters at the cockiness in his voice. Heat pools in my lower belly, and my pussy clenches around his fingers as if it already knows what’s coming. He will not stop until I’m spent and begging for it…