My cock twitches against the fly of my jeans. I grip her hips and pull her tight to me, letting her feel how hard I am, how badly I want her. She gasps again, wide-eyed.
“You sure you’re ready?” I murmur against her jaw, then her neck. “You tell me to stop, I stop. No questions.”
She doesn’t answer with words. Just a breathy “please,” and a slow roll of her hips into mine.
I slide one hand under her skirt, up the inside of her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath my fingers. Her skin is soft and hot, and when I reach the edge of her panties, I groan into her neck at the dampness.
“So fucking wet for me already.”
Her whole body stiffens in embarrassment, but I kiss the corner of her mouth and murmur, “That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I run my fingers over the damp fabric of her panties, pressing lightly into her, teasing her clit through the lace. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut.
“Jake,” she breathes.
My name in her voice sounds like a goddamn prayer. I shift the fabric aside and touch her bare folds. Hot, slick, pulsing. I sink one finger inside her, slowly, carefully. Her body clenches around me, and she tenses.
“Easy,” I whisper. “Just my finger, baby. You’re so tight…”
She lets out the softest moan, her hips rocking involuntarily.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Just like that.”
I add a second finger, working her gently open, curling them just right. Her breath hitches, then breaks into a gasp.
“Oh my god—Jake…” she moans, grabbing my shoulders.
She clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright. Her thighs shake. I keep one arm firm around her back, anchoring her to me, while my fingers work her slowly, deliberately. When I find her G-spot, she cries out.
“There?” I ask.
She nods desperately.
I keep circling her clit with my thumb as my fingers thrust in and out of her, curling just right each time. She’s trembling in my lap now, the tension in her building fast and tight.
“That’s it, Ruby. Come for me. Just let go. You’re safe.”
Her whole body jerks as she shatters around my hand, clenching so tight I can barely move my fingers. She buries her face in my shoulder and sobs out my name again, her orgasm rolling through her like a damn earthquake.
I hold her through every wave of it. My cock’s throbbing in my jeans, painfully hard, but I don’t care. This is about her. About letting her feel wanted, worshipped.
When she finally looks up at me, her eyes glassy, face flushed, I can barely breathe.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I grin. “That good?”
She smacks my shoulder playfully, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. “Shut up.”
I raise my fingers to my mouth and slowly lick off the essence of her, savoring the sight of her eyes dilating as she watches me. Then I lean in, kiss her soft and slow. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”
Because that was just a taste.
And I haven’t even started.
The truck’s engine rumbles under us as I drive, but the real thunder is coming from her. She’s still breathless, still flushed, her thighs pressed tight together like she’s trying to contain the aftershocks of what just happened. I glance at her, one hand on the wheel, the other twitching with restraint.
I should behave.
