He shakes his head, grinning at me. “Nope. Not faking that at all. The thing Sindy made me realize was that I’ve sort of overcompensated. I didn’t trust women to let me actually sleep with them, so I got really good at what you might call foreplay. I know what I can do with my hands and mouth.” He smirks at me. “I also happen to really, really get off on that shit, too. Big time.”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Well, I can attest to the fact that you do indeed know what you’re doing. I don’t know if I’ve ever come that hard.”
He brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Awww, you’re blushing.”
I bat at his hand. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not! It’s cute.”
I roll my eyes. “Cute. Great. I justlovebeing called cute.”
He grazes his thumb over my lips, gaze heated. “Just teasing, Nik. I need to pull over again and remind you how I feel about you?”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I say, smirking back at him.
He drops his hand to my thigh, and slowly drifts it upward, higher and higher, until his fingers dimple the tender flesh of my inner, upper thigh. “What do you want it to be?”
I trail my fingers down his arm and then to his knee, mimicking the journey of his fingers on my leg. Up, up. My heart pounds. I haven’t touched a man in so, so long. I haven’t been touched in so long.
“The last time I remember being with a man, in a conscious, voluntary sort of way…” I say, dragging my fingers down his thigh again, to the hem of his shorts and under, fingertips ghosting over the hard muscle, up, up, until I feel his manhood bulging behind his underwear, “…was actually a few months before that business with Alvin and his buddies. I was in a shelter, and there was a volunteer. It was…not great. I was jonesing pretty hard, he lasted about a minute, and we were in a supply closet. So it’s actually been almost a year since I’ve been with anyone in a way that actually counts.”
Chance huffs, glances at me. “What are you playing at, Nik?”
I run my fingers over his bulge, and at my touch, it twitches, hardens. Strains. “I’m not playing at anything.”
“Don’t start nothin’ you don’t plan on finishing, mama,” he growls.
“What if I do plan on finishing what I start?” I ask, feeling bold. “You opened the floodgates, Chance. I’ve turned off my sexuality. I’ve been focused on staying clean and trying to get out from underneath my debt to Alvin. But now…now you made me feel things. Emotions I’ve been ignoring. Desires and needs I’ve been suppressing.” I trace his length…it’s curled, furled inside his underwear, unable to straighten. “You touched me. You made me feel good. You reminded me that I’m…that I’m a woman, that I once liked and wanted and needed sex. That I still do. You make me feel beautiful again, Chance.”
“I’m just pointing out the truth, Annika. Youarebeautiful. Fuckin’ breathtaking, is what you are.” He lifts his hips, gripping the wheel with both hands now. His jaw tightens. He growls. “Fuck, Annika. Killin’ me, teasing me like this.”
“Who’s teasing?” I say. “I’m just….exploring.”
God, he’s huge. I can’t even begin to fathom the size of the organ my fingers are discovering. The length of it, the girth. I cup the bulge, and then run my palm over it. It hardens further, but it’s trapped inside his underwear.
“Pull over,” I murmur.
He does, sliding onto the shoulder and shoving the shifter into neutral, then yanks the parking brake. “Annika, babe, I told you. There ain’t no ‘returning the favor’ going on, okay? We can wait. Get to San Diego, get a hotel.”
My heart is hammering, but desire pounds inside me even harder. Driving me to touch him. It’s an urge, a need. I feel like I’ve woken up for the first time in years. His touch did something to me, ignited the pilot light of my libido.
“I’m not returning the favor,” I say.
I slide my hand out from the leg of his shorts and hook my fingers into the waistband, pull it away from his body.
He angles his hips again, and his cock straightens, slapping upright against his belly. I pull at his shorts, and he lifts up. I tug them down, and he’s bared for me. “No? Then what are you doing, honey?”
“This is for me.” I meet his eyes, reaching for him. “Because I want to touch you. Iwantto, Chance.”
Good fucking god. He’s absolutely massive. So long, so thick. Veiny, with rippling brown flesh. Hard as steel, yet as I touch my fingertips to him, his skin is soft and warm. He closes his eyes, tight, jaw clenching. And then, as I curl my fingers around him, he inhales on a hiss. My fingers don’t meet as I grip him. God, he’s going to stretch me so tight, when I finally get him inside me.
“Fucking fuck, Annika,” he growls, as he unbuckles his seat belt and lets it retract. “Your touch. God, your hand.”
I give his length a slow, gentle caress tip to root. “You like that?”
He smacks his head backward against the headrest. “Do I like it? Feels like heaven, Annika.”
I twist in the seat to face him, wrapping my other hand around him now, too. I twist my upper hand around the fat plump head of his cock, and the other I slide down, down, down the many, many inches of him.
