“Chill out, Bent. You’ve played this enough times for me to know how to write out the damn chords myself,” I reply, glancing at her with a grin.
She smiles at me.
It’s a genuine smile of happiness and I can feel myself becoming a lot calmer than I was a few hours ago. My home may be her safe place, but anywhere with her is mine.
“Watch the road, tough guy,” she says as she unbuckles her seatbelt and slides over to me. I give her a curious look, but when she lays a hand on my thigh and lightly kisses my neck, I know that my unintentional invitation has been accepted.
“Bent—”
“Let me take care of you, Gareth,” she says, running her lips against my ear, “it’s the least I can do.”
I feel sick.
It’s obvious to me now that Bentlee thinks that keeping me fucked is a trade-off for keeping her safe and that’s not the case at all.
“Wait a minute,” I say, shrugging up my shoulder, but she won’t have any arguments out of me.
Not now.
Not ever.
Her hand slides into the inseam of my pants, as she kisses my neck again, then grabs my hardening dick in her hand through my jeans. Her fingers quickly move up, nimbly undoing the zipper, and as soon as she pulls it down, she slides her hand in.
My breath catches in my throat as she kisses my neck again. A distraction, that while welcomed at this moment, isn’t what I need.
It doesn’t stop Bentlee Gains, though.
Nothing ever does when she’s after something she wants and when she pulls my dick through the fly of my boxer briefs and jeans, she takes what’s hers.
I grind my teeth, grip the steering wheel tightly with one hand while placing the other on top of her head and pray to God that I can keep my eyes open long enough to get us safely back home. It’s not sleep tha
t’s plaguing me right now, it’s unbridled fucking lust and this little lady is damn good with that mouth of hers.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks my cock all the way to the back of her throat. It’s what she does when she wants me to come, but I’m not ready yet and besides, this is my first time getting road head. I don’t want to kill us in a horrific car crash all because I busted a nut.
“Fuck, Bent,” I grunt through clenched teeth.
She takes her mouth off my dick with a resounding pop, and I laugh slightly. I hate it when she does that. Not because it doesn’t feel good, but more so because it’s unnecessary and almost childish.
“Want me to stop?” she asks me with wide, innocent eyes as she uses the back of her free hand to wipe her mouth.
No.
“Yes, Bent. I’d like to get us back home in one piece,” I say to her gently.
She pouts but dutifully puts my dick back where she found it. I’m still hard, but if I ignore it, it’ll go down and maybe when we get home, I’ll have changed my mind and let her finish what she started.
Chapter 10
Bentlee’s long since gone into my home, but I haven’t left my car yet. She didn’t see it when she went in, but I did. It’s sitting on the side of the hedge with a big black bow waiting to be opened.
My baby girl is so fucking oblivious sometimes, that I’m not surprised she walked right by it like it didn’t exist, but I see it and it’s unnerving me.
It’s not very big, which is a slight mercy, but it still has me frozen in the driver’s seat. When the text message notification dings on my phone, I jump slightly. I know it’s my phone and not the burner because I tend to put that one on silent when I’m with Bent.
I reach back for my backpack, pull it into the passenger seat and fish my phone out of the bag, tapping the screen to life.
The back of my neck becomes hot as I let out a low whistle of appreciation. Bentlee’s on my bed in the picture, propped up on her elbows, her tits hanging freely, and biting her lower lip.