“Fuck Yo…” I hang up before he’s finished, tossing the phone onto the back seat where it’s out of Laney’s reach.
“Jessie! Why was that necessary!” She’s looking back at her phone, looking like she’s contemplating taking off her seat belt to get it.
“Donatello said he hopes you have a good time and not to text him because he’ll be busy.”
She frowns at me, still eyeing her phone. “Did he say what he was doing?”
I can tell the thought of him being busy makes her nervous and it irritates the shit out of me. She’s probably worried he’s going to be with someone else. “Something came up with work.”
That seems to pacify her some, because she sits back in her seat, thumbing her necklace as she looks out the front window. “He really said he hopes I have a good time?”
“He did.” He most definitely did not, but I know he won’t try to contact her because he won’t want me spilling his own dirty secret. I wonder if he even knows what said secret has been up to.
Forty minutes later and we’re surrounded by a hundred other cars and sitting in the back of the SUV, back hatch open so we can see the screen. I had a blanket that’s kept in the car for emergencies and we laid it out to make the back more comfortable.
“You should have told me we were doing this so I could have just worn sweats.”
I toss a piece of popcorn at Laney, smiling at the frown she gives me. “I didn’t know until I heard it on the radio.”
“Do you have any extra clothes in here?” She’s already leaning up to look over the seat and I smack her ass, making her jump.
“Nope. Sorry, Laney Girl. You’re stuck in your dress.” I pull her backward, into my lap, between my legs and she lets out a squeak. “Unless you want to take it off for me.”
I can’t see her face, but I can see the rise and fall of her chest as her breaths come quicker. “The dress is fine.”
I smile into her neck, eyes running along the length of her exposed leg. “You’re kind of a buzzkill.”
She scoffs, reaching across her chest to lightly smack my mouth. “You’re rude.”
Chuckling I decide to test my luck with her, moving my fingers to her leg as I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“Jessie?”
My fingers pause their wandering at her voice. “Laney Girl?”
“I’m still with Donatello.” She looks over her shoulder at me, big browns dark in the lowlights. “It’s not fair to him to be messing around with you.”
I nod, resting my lips just above her skin. “Did you tell him about the pool?” I know she did, based on mine and his conversation earlier.
She rubs her lips together, eyes shifting around the car. “Yes.”
“And what did he say?”
She stays quiet a moment, like she isn’t sure if she wants to tell me. “He said I could do what I want. But I know he doesn’t mean that. How could he?”
She toes off her sandals, pushing them off to the side with her foot and I put my free hand on her waist to bring her attention on me. “Do you really think Donatello would have said that at all if he didn't actually feel that way?” I know he doesn’t, but I already told him she was our girl.
“I don’t know.”
I kiss her neck, watching her fingers bunch into the fabric of her skirt. “Laney Girl, if he said it then it’s fine.”
Bringing my hand on her waist higher, I run my thumb along the underside of her breast, pushing the weight of it into my palm. Based on how soft she feels in my hand, she’s not wearing a bra and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick hard.
She’s quiet, probably overthinking this in that beautiful head of hers, but she isn’t tense against me anymore. “You already got the okay, Laney Girl, don’t overthink it.”
Gripping her thigh in my palm, I pull her leg so it’s bent at the knee, nipping at her neck in the spot I know she likes the most. She arches at the next pass of my tongue, her back bending just the slightest bit like she tried not to do it and failed. The hand on her thigh is tickling its way to her panty line, her breath catching when my fingers skim the edge of the lace.
“If you want me to stop you better say it now, Laney Girl.” She doesn’t say anything, just kicks the button on the right side of the car, making the hatch door close on its own. I take it for the go I needed, yanking the top of her strapless dress down to sit at her waist, hand wrapping around her tit to squeeze it in my hand.
She’s wet through her panties when my fingers press against the fabric, tracing the outline of her slit with my fingers. I press against the thin material, spreading her beneath my fingers, my palm pressing against the swollen nub of her clit through the lace. Her neck drops back as I increase the pressure, her slickness seeping through the thin fabric with the next pass of my fingers. Both her knees are up now, split to the sides so I have complete access to her. Dropping her tit, I grab her bun, arching her neck even farther so I can suck the sensitive skin into my mouth.
As much as I want to sink my fingers into her perfect little pussy, I keep my fingers on top of her panties rubbing circles over her clit instead, knowing that’s what my girl prefers. Her arm comes back to grab the back of my neck, her legs starting to move as she thrusts against my hand,
