“I’m fine,” Caitlin replied. “Getting tired of counting cows though.”
“Sheep, Caitlin. It’s counting sheep,” Travis laughed. Sometimes she mixed up her expressions. “You count sheep to sleep.”
“The scenery is pretty, but yes, it’s making me sleepy.” As if on cue, a big yawn escaped her mouth. She caught the glint in Travis’s eyes and the grin that flashed across his face.
Caitlin punched his arm. “Your brain just went to the gutter there, buddy.”
“What?” Travis said in all innocence. “I’m just admiring your mouth.”
“Yes, what about it?” She was feeling flirty.
“Imagining it wrapped around my cock,” Travis said unabashedly. This time his grin turned devilish.
Up to this time, Travis had always taken the lead in the seduction department, and with his attention more or less occupied with driving, a boldness she never felt before took hold of her body.
She was wearing a sundress and was impressed with Travis’s restraint for not feeling her up under the skirt. Caitlin knew it wouldn’t be long before he did. Once the tension of the day faded into memory, Travis wouldn’t waste an opportunity. She just had to get the jump on him this time.
Kicking off her sandals, she spread her legs, lifting the right one on the dashboard. Her skirt immediately fell back, revealing pink and white cotton and lace polka dot panties. It was innocent as well as sultry. And based on the tightening grip on her hand and a strangled groan emitted from the driver’s seat, the effect was instantaneous.
Clearing his throat, Travis said, “Do you want to get fucked by the side of the road?”
“That was fun, honey,” Caitlin said in her most affected Southern drawl. “Care for an encore? Loved the way you fucked me with your tongue.”
Travis’s laugh was a bit strained. He released her hand, the back of his fingers brushing the crotch of her panties. She felt a jolt of wetness pool at her core.
“Damn, are you wet?” he croaked.
“Care to find out?” Whatever she had started, there was no way she could stop, because her greedy self suddenly wanted more than a tease. She wanted a release.
Fingers nudged the scrap of cotton aside and stroked her cleft. Caitlin moaned softly as her fingers dug into the back of his hand keeping it there.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re slick . . . and hot,” Travis whispered, his voice had turned rough.
“Fuck me with your fingers, Travis.” The pressure was building imminently. She didn’t expect to let it get this far, but her hips were undulating against his thrusting fingers. She turned her head to look at him. He was staring straight ahead, his jaw working convulsively. Her lustful gaze drifted to the massive erection straining against his jeans, and she wanted to taste it. Luckily, they were at the section of the interstate that was single lane on both sides, so there wouldn’t be any motorist voyeurs.
“I want to taste you,” he growled as he cast a glance at her. His fingers pumped harder inside her. “Fuck!”
“Oh!” Caitlin cried out as she got off hard. Her toes curled as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.
She shoved Travis’s hand aside, lowered her leg and fumbled at his jeans. She wanted his cock in her mouth.
There was a problem.
His full-blown erection was making it difficult to lower the zipper.
“Uh . . . Trav, how do I work this?”
Travis choked on his laugh. “You can’t. You’ll have to wait for me to go down a little.”
“Well, hurry up.”
“It’s not that simple, babe. You almost made me come in my pants after that little seduction routine of yours.”
“Think of something else.”
“I can’t . . . think,” Travis said. “All the blood has gone to my dick. I can’t think of anything else, other than wrapping your legs around me and shoving my dick inside you . . . over the hood of this car, up against a tree. Babe, you’re going to be feeling me everywhere.” This was said with a deep growl.
She almost worked his zipper down when his hand stilled her. “Stop.”
