Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Not really. Why?”
“She used to work here, and we were friends, so she told me about this place.” I gestured out the windshield and drew in a preparing breath. “This is where she’d go to have sex with her boyfriend, because she wasn’t allowed to have boys over to her house.”
He blinked, digesting the information.
“There aren’t cameras back here,” I said. “At least, there weren’t any a few years ago, according to her, and if my parents decide to check my location, they’ll see I’m at the theater.” My skin grew uncomfortably warm. “It means this is the perfect place if you wanted to,” my breathing went shallow, “fuck me in the back seat of my dad’s car.”
He flinched, but it was in a good way.
It was like the idea was so hot, he didn’t know how to handle it. His lips parted so he could drag in a deep breath, and his eyes turned molten. The intensity of it made my heart skitter and sweat blossom on the back of my neck.
His tone was patronizing because he knew it was unlikely. “What if someone comes out and sees?”
“I don’t care,” I whispered. “I want to be bad.”
“Yeah?” When he leaned in, it somehow pushed out all the air between us. “You wouldn’t care if they saw you riding my dick?”
On some level, I was aware he said things like that just to watch my reaction, but he had no idea what they really did to me. How his words filled my body with smoke. How tight he could twist the tension inside me until I considered begging for release.
I shook my head, but that caused him to quirk an eyebrow in displeasure.
His order came in a low voice. “Say it.”
I bit down on my bottom lip and then powered through. “I don’t care if they see me riding your dick.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I believe you.” His expression was a mixture of victory and pride. “Let’s see if that’s true.”
NINTEEN
Preston
Was it fucked up that I was, like, proud of Sydney? When she’d asked me to meet her at the movie theater, I’d figured we’d buy tickets, go sit in the back row of some movie neither of us cared about, and do some hand stuff while pretending to pay attention to the screen.
Maybe she’d even be willing to try something riskier and go down on me. She’d lean over the armrest and quietly suck my cock while the people several rows in front of us would be oblivious.
But this idea? It was even better.
“You’re a bad girl, Sydney. Asking me to fuck you in your daddy’s car.”
Because I knew what she was going for, and I was completely on board with the idea. This was a rebellion. An act of disrespect her parents had more than fucking earned.
But what I was less excited about was the cramped space of the back seat. I reached down and found the buttons for the power functions on my seat. The motor whirred quietly as I slid my chair back as far as it would go, and then I pushed open my door, letting the summer heat spill into the car. “Get out and come around to my side.”
Her pretty eyes widened, and she glanced from the open door to the back seat. “Aren’t we going to get—”
“No.” I pushed another button to make the seat recline. “I want you over here.”
Her chest rose and fell with one hurried breath, and then she was moving. Her door was pushed open, she got out, and by the time she reached me, I was out of the car and standing beside the open door.
I flung a finger at the passenger seat that was nearly flat now. “Sit down.”
Fuck, it turned me on how she did it, no hesitation, no questions asked.
Sydney climbed into the car, and although it wasn’t roomy, there was enough space for me to get in too. I knelt on the floorboard, fitted myself between her parted knees, and pulled the door closed, trapping us in.
I had to hunch over a bit to keep my head from hitting the ceiling, and I put a hand on her at the base of her throat, urging her to lie back. The leather creaked beneath her as she complied, and I trailed that same hand down over the center of her body, gliding over her thin, cotton t-shirt and on to the snap of her jean shorts.
I’d just finished unbuttoning them when she turned her shoulders to the side and reached into the back seat, plucking her purse up off the floor. Her words were rushed and shy. “I got you something.”
Her fingers disappeared inside her purse and then they produced something shiny. It was a foil packet, and immediately the wheels began to turn in my head. I fucking loved how she’d planned this all out, from the secret spot behind the theater to the way her parents wouldn’t know she wasn’t at the movies, and down to the condom she set beside us on the top of the center console.