I could feel his eyes on me as we walked back out to the truck. Dinner felt as though it lasted half a day. I was thoroughly exhausted from all the communication. As Charlie and I split on each side of the truck, I glanced over at him with a sly, inquisitive stare.

I hopped into the truck and kept my attention to myself. I was secretly hoping that he would bring up our acts from earlier, but hoping that he wouldn’t because I was out of energy to please him. I could feel his sideways glances, his smiles. It sent a shiver up my spine with a need to feel his touch on me.

Charlie put the truck in reverse and went back out onto the back-roads we had taken to get here. Three hours or a lifetime later there was nearly no one out anymore making it feel like we had the road to ourselves. Charlie put his hand on the bare of my thigh, not covered by my red floral skirt.

“Ella?” He turned his head to glance at me and then back to the road.

“Mmhm,” I muttered. I was going to try as hard as possible not to entertain him, even though the feel of his hand was not all my body was wanting.

“I have been thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you, “ He nudged his upper body towards me as though to lean in to his ideas. My heartbeat started to speed. I wanted to know what he would do. I probably wanted him to do it all. But I still didn’t want him to think that anything was actually going to happen.

“I know,” I responded.

“Do you now?” His hand strengthened on my thigh and attempted to pull my legs apart.

I scooted back away from his pull and let out a sarcastic laugh, “well yeah. You’ve been pretty much undressing me all night.”

“I was trying not to. Given that we were with our parents, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how deep you had taken me and how you were riding me before we left. I’ve just had so many ideas of what I’ll do to you,” he paused. “We need to make this teasing fair, right?” I could feel him turn to me again with that smile he gave when he knew he was going to get what he wanted.

I kept my eyes on the road. Do not entertain. Don’t give in. Don’t tease more. Don’t do it. I was repeating to myself internally. “Sweetie, I’m tired. You know how talking wipes all my energy.” He was going to contest. I grabbed his hand and tightened my grip around him, “plus, I think you’re doing enough teasing right now.” I leaned a little closer with a cute little smile and pleading eyes.

“I know, babe. You won’t need to do any talking with me. But you know I love hearing your moans. And scream if you feel so inclined.” He moved his hand up my thigh a bit more despite my pitiful failed pushes to keep him away from my warmth. His smile was not going anywhere.

“Tell me then,” I could put up a bigger fight, but maybe I’ll just do that after he’s thought I’m all in for this. I let out a yawn.

“Well,” he turned to me again, then focused back on the road as he turned down another vacant road. “For starters,” his fingers inched closer to the wetness in my panties I tried to ignore, “when you walk in the house, you will put your things down, and then you will stand up against the door with your hands above your head waiting for me to hold you there.”

“Mmhm, no.” I muttered.

“I want to hold your hands above your head and kiss your neck. First on the left, and then kiss your chest along the line of the ‘v’ in your shirt all the way to the other side of your neck,” He stole another glance.

“I want to nibble at your neck and your ear so you make those crying moans. I haven’t decided if I will kiss you or just tease you with my lips. I know how you love it when I kiss you, but it’s almost like torture when I keep it from you.”

I scoffed and starred at him, not meaning to relax the tension in my legs, but as I did his fingers, like magnets, found my pussy and began to caress me. Charlie leaned over more and gave me his most mischievous smile.

I was trying not to moan, but he had found my clit through my panties and moved his finger up and down my sensitivity with just the lightest touch. I let out a reserved and needing moan as I closed my eyes and melted into the pleasure.

“Mmm, yes. Just like that,” Charlie directed. “I want to bite you, and explore you with my fingers. I want to pull your hair in that way, that way, that makes you scream with the pain you adore and moan in ecstasy. I want to hear your breathing rush and you beg to have your hands released to feel me.”

Charlie nudged his fingers into my sateen red panties and I melted into my seat more. I gave him the occasional disapproving look only to be erased by the continuous teasing in my panties making me let out cries of need. The drive home now felt like it was taking longer than dinner.

“I want to carry you to our bed and slowly undress you, kiss every single bit of you. And of all the other things I could think of doing, what I want to do most, is fuck you. Nice and slow. So you can feel every inch of me and I can hit that spot deep, deep inside you that makes you tighten around me and writhe in immediate yearning underneath me for release. And when you weaken from the explosion, I want to keep going and brush against your clit until the orgasms have taken all of your energy.”

I lost control of my noises. I wanted him. I tried to push his hand down so his fingers would enter me with their magic. Put he pushed and flicked at my clit harder. I was ready.

The truck stopped and his hand left my heat. I kept my eyes closed so I could stay right where I was and pleaded with him for more, “no, please….please,” I said between breaths.

“Ready to play?” Charlie asked and opened the truck door then lighting up the interior.

My body was suddenly awakened with electrified energy, “oh, yes,” I half muttered, half screamed and jumped out of the truck after him.

 

 

Originally Published: January 5, 2018