Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(44)

I moved my hand from her waist and brushed it up beneath her dress, shoving it higher so her panties were finally exposed. She tried to lean in and hide her face against me again, but I held her neck with my other hand, tilting her so she had to face me, face us. I wanted her to watch this. I wanted her to see me touch her. If she wanted to be with a man, she needed to learn what that meant.

“Erik.”

Her panties were a pale shade of blue, dark and damp in the very center. They were already slightly off center from her little lap dance. I could see a sliver of her *, pale pink and so sexy I almost forgot she was there, watching my reaction to her. A quick glance up showed she was wearing a little smirk, so pleased with herself for stealing my control.

I didn’t wait then. I reached down and hooked my finger around the material, brushing it to the side and baring her completely.

“Jesus,” I moaned under my breath.

Her fingers dug into the back of my neck and I didn’t hesitate then. I reached forward and stroked a finger up and down her wetness, biting back a groan as I did it again. I took it slow, feeling her and loving the way she squirmed on my lap. Her legs parted even more, a silent plea for me to continue.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She let out a soft cry as my finger found her most sensitive spot. I circled around it gently, never quite giving her the touch she craved. I toyed with her, teased her until she was nearly putty in my hand.

I looked up at her with a devilish smile. Now who has the control?

Her eyes were half hooded, lost in the hunger. She wanted it as much as I did, maybe more, and when I brushed lower and finally, slowly, sank my middle finger inside her, it took hardly anything. I dragged my finger out and pumped it back into her tight * once, twice, three times, and then she came apart for me, clenching around my finger and crying out in the silent car.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, squeezing and digging into my flesh as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen—and I knew I wasn’t even close to being done with her.

“Erik...” She squeezed her eyes closed and leaned back against the steering wheel. My finger was still inside her, stretching her gently. “I…just…give me a second.”

I didn’t listen. My finger was back to rubbing her in soft circles as she jerked against me, still so sensitive and raw from coming undone a second before.

“That was easy,” I said with a little smirk.

I knew the last few weeks had felt like the world’s longest foreplay, but she had still come apart in my hands with barely any goading at all.

Her eyes flew open and she narrowed them on me. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Her hips rolled to meet my finger. Even then, she wanted more. She was begging me for it.

I leaned forward, squeezing her neck. “Actually, I think I will.”

“Oh my god, there it goes.”

With a quick shove, she pushed away from my chest and unhooked her legs from around my hips to move back to reclaim her spot on the passenger side of the truck.

I laughed incredulously. “What?”

She shook her head and tried to straighten her dress, concealing her body from my gaze. “Your ego seriously knows no bounds. I knew it’d be impossible for you to just keep your mouth shut for two seconds.”

I leaned toward her, sensing her lust turning into anger. “I just had you splayed out on my lap and it took hardly anything, just one finger and you were throwing your head back, screaming my name.”

She crossed her arms. “Fuck off. You know, you talk a big game about being this big bad man, but who was really in control just then? It seems to me you were the one that drove downtown to find me, you were the one to pull over after I said one little sentence, and now you’re the one sitting here with blue balls, not me.”

I smirked. It would take more than a taunting to make me crack. “I guess it’s a matter of perspective.”

She turned her head toward the passenger side window so I couldn’t see her reaction. “Start the car, Erik.”

“Not until you tell me what it felt like when I touched you.”

“Worse than I could have possibly imagined.”

I nearly laughed as I started the car and pulled off the shoulder, but I knew it would set her off even more. She was a little ball of fire, always burning. She couldn’t just let herself enjoy a moment with me and it was a reminder of why I wasn’t interested in girls her age.

We pulled into the gravel drive back at my house and she hopped out of the car, leaning back in to grab her purse from where it’d fallen on the baseboards. “And just so we’re clear,” she said, eyeing me with a smoldering glare. “If you ever try to touch me again, I’ll bite your hand off.”

She slammed the door hard and turned for the guesthouse. I sat in my truck, watching her walk away and taking in the curve of her ass in her tight dress. I was so f*cking hard. I palmed my erection through my jeans, trying to ease the tension she’d just built up inside me.

She whipped the front door open and I hunched forward, absentmindedly stroking my dick and trying to make sense of the last hour. I laughed, thinking of how stressed I’d been about Rio the last few days. Hell, it didn’t even matter anymore. I doubted either of us would make it there in two weeks. She’d eat me alive well before then.