The Expert's Guide to Driving a Man Wild (24 page)

She shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. Take me home?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to protest, that they should retrieve her car because that would be the sensible thing to do. He could get it towed for her, or take a look at it himself and determine what was wrong with it. He wanted to take care of it for her.

But then she squeezed his cock, and he pretty much forgot about everything but taking her home and fucking the hell out of her. “Let’s go home, then.”

Thank God his car was only steps away. Grant wouldn’t have been able to walk far otherwise, not with his raging hard-on. He reluctantly released Brenna long enough to open the passenger-side door for her, and when she slid in the car and he was positive she wasn’t fooling him and wasn’t going to run away, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and headed to the driver’s side.

As soon as he slid in the car and put his key in the ignition, she reached for his cock again.

Grant groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest. “Brenna, I won’t be able to drive if you keep grabbing me.”

“Sure you can,” she teased, stroking him through his pants.

He gave her a quelling look. “I love you, but I’m not running off the road because you can’t wait until we get home.”

She bit her lip and gave him an innocent look, moving back to her own seat. She slid her hands between her legs and trapped them between her knees, as if to prove that she’d be good for him. “Better?”

“Not really, but it’ll at least allow me to drive,” he told her. And because she was looking so delicious, he leaned over to kiss her. It was going to be the longest drive ever.

He’d no sooner turned the car around and headed back down the farm road when he heard her give a low, soft moan. His cock immediately jolted, and he looked over at her.

Brenna had her hands between her legs, and she was rubbing herself through her jeans. Her eyes were closed and she had her head resting on the seat, her expression one of utter pleasure.

“What are you doing?” Other than driving him crazy, of course.

“You won’t let me touch you,” she murmured, her tone blissed out. “So I figured I’ll just touch myself while you drive.”

Ah, fuck.
That was incredibly hot. And incredibly, incredibly distracting. He forced himself to stare out the windshield at the road ahead of him. Luckily, Bluebonnet was a small town and the roads in and out weren’t busy. He had a feeling he would have driven anyone nearby off the road, because he swerved again when she made a soft gasp in her throat. “Stop that!”

“I can’t,” Brenna told him. “I need you so bad and you won’t let me touch you.” She gave another shuddering little gasp, and he heard her zipper go down. “Oh God, I am totally wet.”

He groaned, picturing her flesh silky and slick with need.

“Maybe you should touch me,” she offered. “You can keep one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on me.”

Damn it.
He shouldn’t. It wasn’t safe. Common sense warred with need, but when she made another one of those breathless sounds, he slid a hand toward her, his gaze still firmly glued to the road.

She grasped it and dragged his hand between her thighs.

Immediately, his fingers were enveloped by soft, sweet, achingly hot flesh. She was extremely wet, and his own cock gave a jerk in response, the head already beading with pre-cum and causing his boxers to stick to his skin. The sensation of her slick pussy around his fingers was driving him mad, and when she tugged at his hand insistently, demanding that he move his fingers, he rubbed, and she went wild.

Brenna cried out, and her nails dug into his forearm. “Oh God, Grant. Keep doing that! You’re so fucking dirty, fingering me while you drive.”

More dirty talk. It made his eyes practically cross with lust when she did that. He was weaving all over the damn road, distracted to hell as he continued to rub her pussy. It was impossible to drive and pleasure Brenna at the same time, he decided a moment later, and he jerked the car over to the side of the road, pulling off into the grass.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly when he slammed the brakes on and threw the car into park. Her glazed eyes watched him, her breasts heaving with need.

“You want to be pleasured?” he growled. “I’ll fucking pleasure you.”

And he reached over between her legs and threw the seat release. She fell backward with a yelp, almost lying down in the passenger seat.

He bent over her, one arm on her stomach to hold her down, and leaned in to that damp pussy. “You want me to give you some attention before we get home?”

“Oh yes, yes I do,” she said, her voice shaky with excitement. Her fingers twined in his hair, and instead of pushing him away from her, she pushed his head toward her waiting flesh. She didn’t give a shit that they were on the side of the road, where anyone could find them. His Brenna just did what she wanted, when she wanted.

It was what made her so damn perfect for him.

Grant buried his face between her legs, delighting in her surprised squeal of pleasure. His tongue stroked at the soft lips of her sex, and he lapped at her, tasting her sweetness. She moaned when his tongue slid across the piercing, rubbing it against her clit. He pushed with his tongue, then began to circle slowly, dragging the tip across her sensitized flesh.

Her hands curled into fists and she clutched at him desperately. She was making wild, incoherent noises in the back of her throat, and those were making his cock so hard that he felt he’d burst. He wasn’t going to make it until they got home. No fucking way. He didn’t give a shit, either. He’d happily change his pants as soon as he got in the door. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasing her.

Slipping a finger down between her legs, he pushed past the bunched fabric at her thighs and stroked at the wet lips of her sex with his forefinger before sinking deeper, seeking her heat. He sank it deep and then moved his mouth back to her clit, sucking hard even as he began to drive his finger in and out of her.

She whimpered, her thighs quivering around him. “Oh, Grant. Oh, fuck yes.”

Brenna was close. He could tell by the way little quivers were beginning to drag at his finger deep inside her. His tongue picked up the pace, slicking and teasing at her clit faster than before. His finger slammed into her warmth. She clenched around him and gave a high-pitched scream, and he felt her clenching and dragging at his finger, the power of her orgasm making her entire body shake. He continued to lick her, dragging every ounce of pleasure from her that he could, until she was heaving for breath and pushing his face away.

“Oh wow,” she breathed after a long moment. “Oh wow. Just wow.”

He sat up slowly, his own need a fierce ache, and watched her with intense pleasure. She looked flushed and delicious. Her hair had fallen from her clip and was strewn about her shoulders, and her jeans were bunched down on her hips, her shirt tugged up, revealing her pale, smooth belly. Grant licked his lips, tasting the remnants of her pleasure. “Feel better?”

“God, yes.” She gave a sensual stretch, grinning at him. “That was just what I needed to take the edge off things.” Her gaze slid to his lap. “You must be positively aching, though. Want me to fix that for you?”

And she slid toward him, her hand going to his tented pants, a sultry smile on her lips.

Grant sucked in a breath, entranced by that wicked look on her face. “You don’t have to—”

“Duh.” She leaned over toward him and rubbed a hand up and down his length. “But this monster’s calling to me, I admit. And it’s only fair that I take care of you, don’t you think? Then we can get home and really have some fun.”

He wanted to. More than anything. His gaze went to the empty road. A few cars had whizzed past, but no one had stopped to assist. No one would see, just like no one had seen him going down on her moments ago. So why was he hesitating?

She made up his mind for him. With a wicked giggle, she reached for the release on his seat, and he went backward with a thump. Then her hands were on his belt and she quickly undid it and his zipper. Moments later, she was pulling his cock out of his boxers with a satisfied sigh, and she swiped her tongue across the head.

Pleasure burst through him at her touch.

“Poor dear. You’re so very hard for me, aren’t you? Look at how much this cock aches,” she murmured, dragging her tongue over his length and licking him like a delicious treat. “It needs relief.”

“Good thing you’re here,” he said raggedly. His hand stroked her cheek, even though he desperately wanted to push down on the back of her head and cram his cock into her mouth, watch her take him deep.

As if sensing his thoughts, she gave him another small smile and then opened her mouth, sinking down on him.

He groaned at the fierce wash of pleasure that shot through him, unable to stop watching her as she sucked him deep. Her cheeks hollowed, and he felt an incredible suction on his cock. Unable to contain himself, he pulled back against her head. “I’m about to come, Brenna. Don’t—”

She popped off him immediately, looking up at him in surprise. “Don’t what? Deep throat you? Really?” Grant reached for his cock to stroke himself off, but she stopped him. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”

“More than anything.”

Brenna moved down so close that her breath hummed along his skin. “Don’t want me to take you deep in my throat?”

“Brenna,” he rasped. “I’m close—”

“Or maybe you wanted to come on my face?” She leaned in so her lips brushed his cock while she talked. “Get your come all over my lips and my cheeks—”

A snarl broke from his lips and he pushed at her head. Eagerly—almost greedily—she took him into her mouth again, and he pushed at the back of her head, sinking his cock deep into her mouth. Her throat worked around him and it was too much—he came with a rush, groaning out her name as his cum flooded her mouth. That evil, evil suction broke and she released him, her throat working to swallow. And Grant fell back in his seat.

Damn.
That had been amazing. He gave her a stunned look.

Brenna sat up, wiping the corners of her mouth with delicate fingertips and looking extremely pleased with herself. “That was so sexy, Grant. You’re making me turned on all over again.” And she gave an excited wiggle in her seat. “Now I want to have sex again.”

He bit out a laugh. “We’re never going to get home at this rate.”

“Oh, I’ll let you drive the rest of the way home,” she said languidly, and ran her hands up her front, cupping her breasts. “But the rest of me is going to want some attention when we get there.”

“I can do that,” he murmured, then flipped his seat back into the upright position and started the car again. “Buckle up, because we’re going to drive fast. We’re even going to go the speed limit down this road.”

“You wild man, you!” Her throaty laugh of pleasure only spurred him on.

They made it back to the cabin in record time. By the time he pulled into the gravel parking lot, his cock was hard again and Brenna was squirming in her seat, telling him all the dirty things she wanted to do to him. The woman didn’t know the meaning of patience . . . and that was just fine with him, really. More than fine.

He hauled out of the car, not caring that he hadn’t parked straight, and then Brenna was jumping out of the car next to him, before he could open her door. She gave him a mischievous smile and held out her hand.

He took it and instead of holding her hand, he hauled her into his arms, swinging her legs over his elbow.

She squealed in protest, her arms going to his shoulders. “What’s this for?”

“So you don’t get away.”

“After that car ride? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Grant strode across the grounds, Brenna cradled in his arms. When he got to his porch, he turned so she could twist the doorknob for him, and then he pushed the door open with his foot.

“Home sweet junky home,” Brenna announced. “Get ready for a makeover.”

He grinned, pleased as hell that she thought of his cabin as home. He didn’t even mind that she thought his house was junky. He kept it clean, but that wasn’t what bothered her. He’d had a decorator come in and make it look like a home, so as a result, he had some useless items—like decorative spheres made out of dyed grapevine that sat in a wooden bowl on a coffee table—but none of it meant a thing to him. Brenna’s happiness was what was truly important. She could toss it all away and he didn’t care, as long as she was smiling and in his arms. “You do whatever you like to it.”

“Oh, I plan on it. Right after I do whatever I like to you.” She ran a hand down his chest. “Put me down so we can go upstairs?”

He did, setting her feet down. Before she could slide away, he kissed her again, his lips moving over hers in a gentle caress. Nothing deep or searing, just a simple, gentle affirmation of how he felt about her. And he loved the smile that blossomed across her face as a result.

“You’re trying to distract me away from sex with kissing and cuddling, aren’t you? You fiend.”

“Never,” he told her, unable to stop touching her. His hand dragged through her hair, brushing it off her neck, and he began to kiss her lightly on her jaw and neck. “We’ll still have sex. Don’t you worry.”

“Good,” she told him, sliding her hands under his shirt and running her hands along his spine. “Because I like cuddling, but I’m an even bigger fan of a deep dicking.”

She had such a filthy mouth sometimes. It shocked him, but he also liked it. “So a bit of cuddling and then a deep dicking? I can handle that.”

“Oh, I approve. You’re so good at both.”

He grinned against her neck and lightly nipped at the skin there, enjoying her shiver of response. “So I should stop with the cuddling and the foreplay?”

“Mmmm. I’m debating.” She cycled a hand in the air. “Keep going and I’ll let you know what I decide.”

His hand moved to her breast, cupping it through the fabric. No bra. He felt her nipple harden against the brush of his hand, and then he began to tease it as he kissed her neck. “How’s this?”

She made a soft sound, then spoke. “It’s . . . it’s really good.”