Page 38 of Pucking Rebound
As if justifying our relationship status, she sounds flustered when she says, “Okay, so, we’re just friends and it’s all cool between us. Even though we had sex—which was great, just thought I’d let you know that—it doesn’t feel awkward, does it? It’s not, is it? It doesn’t make me feel weird. It makes me feel closer to you,” she rambles before blowing out a breath and chewing on her thumbnail.
“Chill, baby.” I reach over and give her thigh a squeeze when I would much prefer to be stuffing her mouth full of my cock again to stop her fretting. “I loved every minute of last night and every time I jerk off, I have a memory bank full of all the ways you sucked my cock and screamed my name when I licked your pretty clit.”
She heaves in a breath, reverting to the shy Lola I now know only exists outside of the bedroom. “You can’t say things like that, Jordan.”
I laugh when she uses my full name because we are way past formalities. “Why can’t I say that? Does it make you wet, baby?” Taking my time, I run my hand up her inner thigh and push my fingers between her legs, pressing the seam of her jeans against her clit because I know it will get her all hot and horny and wanting me more than she would care to admit.
She looks around outside. “Someone will see.”
“No, they won’t.”
“You’re right they won’t.”
I take my shot because I’m a fucking devil when it comes to her. “Put your hand inside your jeans and make yourself come, Lola.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jordy
I knew Lola would do as I asked because she seems to like being told what to do. Popping open her top button and then unzipping the denim, she urgently pushes her hand inside her jeans to get herself off.
She’s so willing and eager—submissive—and it only makes me want her more.
“Put your finger inside of yourself. Then use the juices from your wet cunt to play with your clit, baby.” My cock throbs with need as she fumbles beneath the denim and shuffles down the seat to give herself better access.
When she lets out a soft whimper I swerve the truck and quickly have to check my mirrors to make sure no one noticed my momentary lapse in concentration.
Thank fuck there is no one behind me.
“Are you doing it?”
“Yes.” She moans.
I lay my hand over the fabric between her legs to help, knowing it’s so wrong of me to be doing this while driving.
I bounce my attention between her flushed cheeks, the road, and her hand inside of her jeans. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m playing with my clit,” she says, sounding frustrated. “But I need a finger inside of me at the same time.”
“Finger yourself,” I command.
She shifts her position as I remove my hand from the outside of her jeans and push my fingers into my mouth to wet them, before reaching over the center console and slide my hands inside her jeans to rub her clit.
“Jordy.” She bucks her hips at my touch, and I love the way she moans my name like a plea.
“Come for me, baby.” Her hand moves against mine in the tight space.
“Oh, God.” She fucks herself, and when I pinch her clit and rub it faster, it doesn’t take long before she’s coming.
Grabbing my hand, she rubs out the last of her pleasure and goes limp, as if she’s boneless, moaning in protest when I eventually pull my hand away.
“Why do I come so fast with you, Jordy?”
I want to ask her the same question too.
Fuck knows, but it’s the same for me. Our bodies just seem to work together, like they’re in harmony or some fucking universal shit I don’t understand myself.
I give her a shrug and turn my attention back on the road while she buttons then zips up her jeans.
