His brows raised.
“That’s ‘cause you’ve been studying into the wee hours of the night, working so much you get overtired and waking up at the crack of dawn for more studying,” he admonished, helping me around the table and easing me into the aisle.
He didn’t let go of my hand until I was fully ensconced in his truck.
“Buckle up, baby,” he whispered, running the rough palm of his hand up my thigh.
I shivered at the familiar touch, and my core started to clench in anticipation.
“Okay,” I said quickly, plugging my seatbelt in and squeezing my legs shut tightly to circumvent the need that was slowly starting to course through me.
Nausea completely forgotten now that I could only think about how his cock would feel inside my…Nikki! Control yourself!
I was a walking horny machine.
At any given time of the day or night, I was ready to go.
So horny, in fact, that I now masturbated in the shower to thoughts of Michael when he wasn’t there to take care of me.
“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, the look on his face comically knowing.
“Nothing.” I muttered, trying my best to make the whole horny feeling go away.
But it wasn’t of any use.
It was there to stay, and would be until either he, or I, took care of it.
Jesus, I was becoming such a slut puppy!
We’d driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he suddenly pulled off into a corpse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.
“Michael!” I gasped.
Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing the windshield.
I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in excitement.
“Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, “What it’s like to see you like this?”
I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.
Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he touched them.
Even the minutest of touches had me soaring in seconds.
“N-no,” I said, gasping for breath.
He growled against my neck.
“I can always tell,” he told me. “I could tell two years ago, and I can still tell now. You have a tell, baby.”
I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.
“A tell?” I asked breathlessly.
My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my skirt and slowly started to work it up.
It wasn’t long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.
“You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get hard, and your eyes start to dilate,” he informed me, moving his hand until his fingers zeroed in on my *.
Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found purchase inside me.
“So wet for me, too,” he growled.
I nodded, lifting my hands to play with my other breast.
“Yeah, all of it’s for you,” I told him honestly. “All I can think about is having you inside of me.”
He chuckled against my neck. “Do you know what it’s like to have a boner in the same room as your woman’s brother? It’s not fuckin’ easy, and it happens all the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” I lied.
He snorted at my lie. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his belt being released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.
When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the cheeks of my ass before he said, “Sit up.”
I nodded, lifting up until he could position himself at my entrance.