“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I whispered.
Was it hot in here? It felt like it was really hot in here.
“For what it’s worth,” he said quietly, eyes still on the road, “I didn’t walk away from you that night because I wanted to.”
My heart did something stupid and complicated. “Okay.” I watched him intently. “Why did you, then?”
He licked his bottom lip, and it was ridiculously hot, and it was unfair because he wasn’t even being hot on purpose. His knuckles loosened on the wheel. “I didn’t think my new social media marketing PR girl would appreciate it if she found me fucking you in the street like I wanted to.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he had a high opinion of himself, but he silenced me with one look so hot it burned.
“You know I’m right,” he said quietly. “We were so close to losing control. I saw you the other day, and I didn’t think about conversation. I was thinking about how wet your pussy was when I fingered you, I was thinking how goddamn sweet you tasted, and I wanted more. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all other than laying you flat on my bed and eating your pussy until you screamed, and then fucking you every which way you’d let me.”
My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I made a sound, more of a whimper than an actual coherent sound.
Dustin looked at me, fire in his eyes. “Hadley?” His fingers trailed up my thigh, slipping between my legs, pressing against me. “Tell me what you want.”
There were a thousand answers to what I wanted, but I gave him the only one I could right then.
I unbuttoned my jeans.
Chapter 28
Dustin
She lifted her hips and slid her jeans down.
There was enough light in the car to see the dark road. She didn’t look at me, and I didn’t need her to.
I slipped my hand between her thighs. “You need to open wider for me, baby.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she opened her legs more. She leaned forward suddenly, pushing her jeans farther down, and when she sat back, her legs were apart. I cupped her pussy, feeling the heat, the dampness. “Good girl,” I praised her, my thumb rubbing her clit over the cotton of her panties. “Already wet for me.” I lifted my hand away. “Lose the panties.”
Hadley’s eyes snapped to mine. I saw her swallow, and then she did as she was told. With shaky hands, she pushed her underwear over her hips and down her legs. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip, and she kept her head turned slightly away from me as she settled back in the seat.
“Wider,” I instructed softly, because her legs had naturally closed a little when she set her ass back down on the seat.
I ran my middle finger over her pussy lips, feeling the moisture, and a low groan slipped out at how wet she was. Her gasp when I brushed over her clit made my already hard dick solid. With no build up, I pushed inside her; her moan made my heart rate pick up. She was tight, wet, and fucking needy.
“Fuck this.” I pulled my hand away and pressed call on the console. I put my hand back on Hadley’s pussy and resumed stroking.
“Yo,” Noah answered.
“I need a piss,” I told him. “Should’ve gone before we left, turning off up ahead. See you back home.” I hung up before he could say anything.
“I . . .”
“Shh, you don’t need to talk right now,” I told her. I kept my hand moving as I took the exit, and soon I was pulling into a deserted-looking area. I checked that the doors were locked and turned off the engine. Pushing the center armrest up, I leaned over to her, my fingers working faster. “This good?”
Hadley nodded, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
“Use your words, Peterson.” I reached down and lifted her leg out of her jeans, fumbling a little as I struggled with her sneaker. When it was free, I lifted her leg, Hadley unbuckled her seatbelt, and together we moved her so she was half facing me, her legs spread wider, and my hand went back to working her clit. “Lower your seat back,” I told her. “The button’s on the side.”
She did as she was told. I took off my seatbelt, pulled off my hoodie, and pinned her leg back as far as it would go so that it wasn’t too uncomfortable for her.
“Fucking finally.” My mouth was on her pussy, my tongue running over her, sucking her, eating her out. Her hands were on my head, pushing me into her pussy as her hips ground against my face.
She was so damn sweet, I could do this all day. My fingers pushed inside her, building up a slow rhythm, curling every time, rubbing against her. Her hand gripped my shoulder.