I hadn’t meant to dampen the mood, but, just like the other day, I seemed to have hit Riley’s sore spot at the mention of self-reliability. This weekend was supposed to be a light-hearted one. I quickly looked for a new topic to switch the conversation toward.
“Your teenage years sound a lot more fun than mine were.”
She looked back at me in interest. “What did you do in high school?”
I paused. Dodged beer bottles. While my dad had never turned his fists on me, he’d thrown things at my head more than once. It was my mom who received the full force of his alcoholic anger. And it never mattered how often I tried to convince her to leave him — and fuck, did I try — she never did.
“Mostly studied,” I answered.
“That makes sense. I bet you’ve never had a lazy day in your life.”
To me, it was as good as a compliment. “Thank you.” I smiled back.
“Did you get a scholarship to college or did you work to pay for it?”
“Neither. I didn’t go to college.”
Riley’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t? But how did you… how come?”
“Remember I said I came to New York at seventeen? And I started working three jobs? Well, I did that for a while, but I also started investing. I was really into the whole science of it. I met some guys who worked in the field, and they helped me out. One thing led to another, and real estate became my thing.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “And here I am all worked up because I went to school and studied the wrong thing.”
“School is good. Obviously. It’s a great path to getting to where you need to go, but it’s not the only path.”
Riley nodded and seemed to give the idea some serious thought. “You never thought about going?”
“I did. That was the plan all along. It was why I worked so hard in high school. But unexpected opportunities opened up. Not by accident, I do want to say. I knew early on how important it is to make and maintain connections.”
“Do you ever wish you had gone? Just for… I don’t know… the experience?”
I shook my head. “Naw.”
Riley giggled. “Naw?”
I took in a sharp breath. I was usually good about keeping my natural accent in check.
Riley went on. “I love that.”
“What?”
“The way you said ‘naw.’ You sound so...”
“Southern?”
She grinned and cocked her head. Behind her, the trees along the highway flew by. “I was going to say you sound like a southern gentleman.”
I pretended to think about it. “Hmm… so you think I’m a gentleman?”
“Of course.”
“Would a gentleman do this?”
Before she could answer, I pushed the hem of her skirt up and revealed her milky thighs.
“Hey,” she chastised. “Hands on the steering wheel.”
“One of them is.”
She pursed her lips, trying to act like she was mad at me, but it did no good. After a couple seconds, she broke into a grin and began laughing. “You’re crazy.”
I dropped my voice, and for the first time in years, freely let my accent flow. “Darlin’, you don’t even know just how crazy I can get.”
Riley shuddered under my hand as I worked my fingers toward the inside of her thigh. Her panties were hot and wet as I rubbed my fingers against the fabric. Riley clenched the sides of her seat and shifted her weight around.
“How would you like it if I did this to you?” she asked in between heavy breaths.
“I’d love it,” I volleyed back.
“Oh, really?” Suddenly, the top strap of her seatbelt was slipped behind her back, and she was arched over my lap. My pants were unzipped and out sprung my cock. Riley ran her fingers over it, giving each inch her careful attention.
“Don’t crash,” she teased as she slowly pumped the base.
A slow breath left my nostrils. “Why are you speaking? Shouldn’t you be putting my cock between those lips?”
A short silence passed. For a second, I wondered if I pushed too far with the dirty talk. Maybe Riley was about to tell me to back off, or maybe she was even about to burst into tears. Instead, though, she turned her face upwards and gave me a wicked grin. “Or else, what?”
The words sent lava through my veins. My member tightened even more, becoming rock-hard. “Or else I’ll pull this car over and eat you till you’re screaming for me to stop,” I languidly responded.
Riley’s eyes went wide.
“Suck,” I commanded.
Slowly, those perfect pink lips opened. They went down, down, and wrapped around the head of my dick. Gentle pulls tugged the pleasure up through my length. Riley pumped her hand around the base as she sucked.
I took a long breath and held it in. The pleasure was too good. If I were to let myself go, I’d blow into her mouth before a few seconds passed. I watched the road and counted the dotted lines. One… Two… Three…
A gentle tug on my balls made my head spin. “Christ,” I gasped.
Riley sucked once more and then sat up. “How was that?”
“You’re not done. Get back down there.”
She ignored me, instead choosing to readjust her seatbelt and smooth her dress. “I’m good, thanks.”
I slid her a look. “You want to be punished.”
Riley shrugged and looked out the window. A deep chuckle pushed its way out of my throat. The little vixen. I’d known she had a bit of a wild side to her, but I’d never expected this. She was backtracking on what she’d started, blatantly disobeying me. She wanted to be punished.
The BMW rounded a curve in the road, revealing a field with a dirt road in the middle of it. I pulled the car off the asphalt and onto the rough trail. Riley looked over in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” I simply said.
The highway was a slow one. A car could come by and a car might not. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck. My cock was screaming with a mix of frustration and desire. Riley had made me want her more than I’d ever wanted any woman in my life. For that, I was going to make her pay. I planned on making her experience the same kind of ecstatic agony she heaped on me every time she touched me.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I climbed out of the car and stomped my way to Riley’s side. She still watched me with those wide eyes, partly turned on and partly afraid, but more than anything else, excited. I whipped her door open, reached across her lap, and unbuckled her.
“Turn to face me. Legs open.”
“What—?”
“Do it.”
She obeyed, turning slowly in her seat to face where I stood next to the open door. I guided her legs so that her feet were braced, one on the ground and one in the car. Her dress fell open, showing off the wet spot on her panties. Seizing one of her knees in each of my hands, I got down onto my own knees in the dirt. My pants would probably be ruined, but screw it.
“What if someone drives by?” Riley timidly asked.
“Then they’ll see just what happens to dirty girls who disobey.”