Jessica: I’m against suppression.
Jones: It’s distracting.
Jessica: So are your socks. How did you end up wearing two right ones today?
Jones: They’re crew socks. There is no right and left. They’re ambidextrous.
Jessica: If I wouldn’t have cried in the shower, how many times would we have had sex by now?
She stared at her bold words, letting her finger hover over the send button. She had to know, so she let her thumb tap the screen. Then she waited, but within seconds there was a return message.
Jones: More than you can count.
Gulp.
Jessica: Fuck me …
Somehow her fingers typed what her brain was thinking, not what she really meant to say.
Jones: When and where?
She turned to him again. Nothing. Not one look. Not one flinch.
For a brief moment she wondered if she had the right “Jones.” What if he lost his phone and got another one with a new number? What if she was having this conversation with a sick and twisted stranger? Even worse … what if she wasn’t?
Jessica: Ever had sex in the restroom of a restaurant?
Jones: What do you think?
That’s just it, she didn’t know what to think. Before that day she would have said no. But when her orderly, completely irresistibly sexy, mindfuck of a friend answered “when and where?” to her fuck-me comment—all bets were off.
Jessica: I think if the restaurant where Kelly has planned for us to stop for lunch has a restroom door with a lock on it we …
“Are we stopping for lunch soon? I’m starving,” Luke called up to Gabe and Kelly.
No need for foreplay. That was it. The heavy ache between her legs grew with such intensity from his voice—his words—she feared just getting out of the vehicle would detonate her impending orgasm. The more she thought about it the more certain she was that she’d never make it. The feeling was ten times worse than a full bladder on a bumpy road. Her pulse was nonexistent in her chest; every beat was at her sex. How would she explain going weak in the knees in the middle of a parking lot from an orgasm?
“There’s road construction so we’re going to detour. I’ll have to look for a different stop, so it might not be for another hour or two. The bag on the floor between you two has some snacks in it,” Kelly said.
Jessica salivated like a dog. Her entire body was in zero hour meltdown. If it were a bladder issue she could request they pullover and let her squat in the ditch. But how could she ask them to pull over and step out of the car while she had emergency sex with Luke?
Luke: wet your finger
She squinted her eyes at his text. What did he mean?
Brushing her finger over her lip, her tongue darted out to wet it.
Luke: lower
His all-consuming eyes finally met hers, sucking her into his sensual vortex. All of her senses sprang to life: the brush of her cotton shirt along her nipples, the salty taste from her own finger that was destined to slide between her own legs, and the sudden rush of Channel No. 69 that infiltrated her nose like a drug.
Under his manipulative trance, controlled only by his eyes, she pulled up her cotton skirt and slid her finger under the crotch of her panties, being careful to not touch her painfully sensitive clitoris. One wrong move and she would have exploded. A single swipe and her finger was drenched.
Luke bent down. With one hand he ruffled the snack bag and with his other hand he clasped Jessica’s wrist. Keeping his head ducked behind the front seats he brought her wet finger to his lips and slid it into his mouth. It was a modest gesture with a monstrous effect.
Jessica panted through it … fighting for control and dying to release soft moans of pleasure. He pulled her finger from his mouth and circled the tip of his tongue along the pad of it and It. Was. Over.
She squeezed her legs together, dropped her chin to her chest letting her hair fall like a curtain over her face. Then she bit her lips and closed her eyes as an orgasm pulsed in rippling waves along her sex, clear to her toes curling them in her flip-flops.
How did he do that? Some guys could fondle a woman’s body for hours and—nothing. Luke texted where and when, wet your finger, then sucked said finger for less than ten seconds. Bang!
With his hand in the bag he went ahead and retrieved an apple before releasing Jessica’s wrist and sitting up straight again.
“Those are so good.” Kelly looked back at the apple in Luke’s hand.
“Mmm … yeah, my mouth is already watering.” He took a big bite with a smirk on his face, eyes on Jessica.
She narrowed her eyes. Cocky wasn’t becoming of him. Well, maybe it was.