When we arrived, it was to find the car surrounded.
Apparently, Podunk, Texas didn’t see Teslas very often.
“Nice car, man,” the young man closest to the driver’s side door said.
I walked toward the passenger side door, opened Belle’s door, and then waited for her to get in and put her seat belt on before handing her all three bags of food.
She immediately started to dig into them as she found the things she most wanted.
I jerked my head toward the kids. “Thanks.”
Then without another word to them, I started the car and headed back to the highway.
Surprisingly, Belle surpassed all expectations.
The bad thing was, any time she licked her fingers, my dick would get hard, and I would question why it was that I couldn’t take her right then and there if I was on autopilot with the car.
The more the thought entered my brain, the more I questioned why I was questioning it, until eventually she figured out that I was in a state and clued in.
“What’s with that face?” she asked, sucking on a Jolly Rancher.
I cleared my throat. “I’ve never seen a girl eat so much, and me be so turned on by it, ever in my life. I feel like I’m in an alternate reality.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, reaching down to readjust the erection that was pressing against the unforgiving fly of my jeans.
She smirked at me, then reached backward for her computer.
“Since you’re already in this current state,” she said. “I want to ask you a question about this scene I read earlier. That’s why I didn’t send it yet. I wanted to get your opinion on it. But I wasn’t sure that it was a good idea to ask you when you were driving.”
I gestured to the car that was driving itself. “I’m bored. Hit me.”
Her eyes gleamed as she opened the laptop and looked at me saucily before she started explaining.
“This particular scene, they’re in the front seat of a big box truck,” she explained. “The man is driving, and the cab is really dark. They’re on an open road in the middle of nowhere without any lights. And she’s lying across the bench seat, her face in his lap.”
I felt my gut tighten at her words.
“Okay.” I waited.
“Here goes…” She took a deep breath and started reading. “Beth lay with her face in his lap. Her mouth was inches away from his cock that was pressing against the fly of his blue jeans.” She glanced over at my own crotch, which was painfully hard. “With each painful second that passed, she inched closer and closer to the tip of his hard cock until she could just barely feel the tip pressing against her lips.”
I nearly groaned when she stopped.
“So here’s my question. When she first woke up, he’s watching the road, driving. Then she lies there, inches closer and closer, and she’s all but breathing on him. Wouldn’t he feel the heat through his jeans?” she asked.
I thought about that for a moment.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Firstly, he’s not paying attention. He would have to be really focused on her to ‘notice’ that I think. But then again, I don’t know if someone laying like that would really be able to penetrate a man’s jeans with just her breath.”
That’s when Belle shoved all of her spoils to the floor.
I frowned as she unbuckled, then my brows climbed to my hairline as I watched her lay across the middle console to put her head in my lap.
My hands clenched on the steering wheel, and I glanced down before jerking my head back up.
“Belle,” I growled. “We’re in a car that’s going seventy miles an hour down a highway.”