“How do you feel about car sex?” I ask, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.
This is fucking torture; I need to be inside her now.
“Pull over, Hollywood.”
Fifty-Seven
Spencer
Like I need telling twice. I slow the car and turn off the road onto a track in the forest. Slamming the brakes, I cut the engine and unbuckle my seatbelt.
Indie is ahead of me. She’s out of the belt and climbing over.
It’ll be easier in the back, but my God, I want her riding me in the driver’s seat.
When I realise that she’s about to jump on me, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down with my boxers. I am so fucking ready. My heart thuds so hard, I can hear my pulse in my ears.
“Indie,” I grit between my teeth.
A smile touches her lips as she sits down on top of me. Still with far too many clothes on, although her skirt does slide up her thighs. This has made it more difficult, but we’ll work around it. All I care about is having her close.
She’s stunning, with curls draped to her breasts, eyes wide with lust, and her lips parted.
To stop whatever sarcastic comment is about to come out of her mouth, I reach down and slide my hand between her legs.
“Spence,” she breathes. I run my hand down the edge of her underwear and hook my finger underneath. I feel her shudder against my body.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she sighs my name as I push the lacy material aside and circle her clit.
“I love your hands.”
“I love your tight pussy.” I slip my hand lower and my finger slides inside her.
“You feel like heaven, baby. Take your top off.”
Without a word, she pulls her top off, throwing it on the passenger seat before she unhooks her bra. Her pink nipples are pebbled and begging. I lean forwards and take her soft bud in my mouth.
“Fuck, Spence,” she groans.
“Yeah, you love that.” I circle her nipple, licking and nipping.
“I love when you do that.”
I know.
I work my fingers harder inside her, my hand wet and dick throbbing to be there. “I’m so fucking turned on,” I murmur against the soft skin of her breasts. “You’re so wet… so ready.”
“I was ready the second you walked into the bar,” she pants, rocking on my hand as I stroke right where I know she likes it. Her hand slams against the window as she tightens around my finger.
“Spence, no one can do this… I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. Promise me you’ll do this every day,” she pants, riding my hand.
She inhales sharply and slams down on my hand as I circle my fingers inside her. “Yes, there. It feels too good. Don’t stop. I’m getting close. Please, fuck me.”
My muscles tense as I watch her losing control, knowing I’ll be right with her soon.
“You’re so hot, Indie. Keep riding me, baby.” I curl my finger back, and she moves faster. “I need to watch you come.”
She groans, and her face twists in ecstasy. “Spencer! Oh Yes, there. Don’t stop. I love your hand. I really, really…”
Her palm on the window slides to the back of the seat as she arches into me, over and over.
“My hand is going to be my cock soon.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Spencer!”
She clamps down around me, and her eyes squeeze shut.
Fuck, yeah.
“You’re close.”
“Oh.” Her hips buck wildly. “I’m coming. Spencer. Yes!”
Throwing her head back, she cries out my name again and again. Is there anything better than your girl shouting your name when she comes? No, there’s not.
I groan, watching her eyes squeeze together and her chest expand, pushing her breasts towards me. I’m having them in a minute.
“I love how fast you come when my fingers are inside you.”
“Shit,” she breathes, peeking at me through her lashes. “I will never get tired of you doing that.”
“Neither will I. Can I fuck you now?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m on top. I’m going to fuck you.”
My breath catches. “You are the perfect woman.”
“Your eyes look wild.” She doesn’t smile, but I hear it in her voice.
“Underwear off, Indie.”
She stands, bent over with her hands resting on the top of my seat. “I’m going to need some assistance.”
“It would be my pleasure, Miss Croft.” Damn, I can’t wait until I get to say Mrs Lowe. Arnold is right; I have to make that happen soon.
It takes every ounce of self-control, but I manage to slide my hands up her legs slowly. She breathes in my ear.
“Stop teasing,” she says as I hook my hands over the top of the lace. My fingertips graze her skin when I pull her underwear down. I place a kiss on her stomach as I bend to push the material down to her feet. Indie kicks one leg out, and she pushes me back in the seat rather aggressively.
My eyebrows shoot up as she stares down at me with one hand on my chest. Oh, hell yeah.
I grip her thighs and arch my hips into her. My cock rubs along her wet heat, and we both groan.
It’s been too long.
“Nothing will ever beat this,” I tell her. “You feel so good already. Slide onto me.”
Her mouth parts. “Yes, sir.”
Lust courses through my veins, and my cock jumps at her words.
She fists my length, squeezing enough to make me see stars. My teeth snap together. “Damn it.”
Rising up, she moves her hand and lowers herself onto my cock.
I groan as she places her hands on my shoulders and takes all of me. I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth as she starts to rock on top of me.
“Yes,” I moan, driving into her with a desperate need to come, while also holding onto a desire not to. I want this to last forever.
No way that’s happening with the way she’s moaning and writhing on my dick.
My stomach clenches when her hands find
