Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

MEGHAN

Sitting here with my arms crossed, I continue to give Sebastian the silent treatment.

I’m so turned on it hurts. My poor vagina is throbbing, and I’m getting very cranky.

I glance over and see that he still has a stupidly-smug smile on his face. He’s pretending to ignore my silence by turning up the radio.

Then the world’s best idea hits me like a vibrator to the face, and my scowl slowly turns to a smile. Sebastian’s busy driving, but I’m not. And his windows are tinted. And it’s dark out. And I have more than enough time before we get where we’re going.

Uncrossing my arms, I reach down and unbutton my jeans.

The movement immediately catches Sebastian’s attention.

“What are you doing?” he asks, glancing between me and the road ahead of him.

I pull down my zipper. “Some jackass left me all hot and bothered. And since I’m sitting here with nothing else to do… ” I slide my hand under the band of my underwear. “You just worry about keeping your focus on the road.”

I’ve never done anything like this before, but having Sebastian next to me, unable to stop me, makes this even hotter.

I close my eyes and slide my hand lower.

When my fingers connect with my clit, I groan.

“Fuck.” Sebastian’s growl spurs me on.

My jeans are tight but there’s just enough room for me to get the friction I need. I lean back in the seat, spreading my legs.

Eyes still closed, I don’t hold back my moans as my fingers work a familiar pattern.

Sebastian’s breathing is getting heavy, spurring me on.

Wanting to give him more of a show, because I’m courteous, I slide my free hand up under my shirt.

The Jeep lurches to a stop, and I open my eyes to see we’re at a red light.

I slowly roll my head to the side until my gaze meets Sebastian’s. The lust in his eyes is just about enough to finish me off.

“I’m close,” I whisper.

“Come, Baby. Let me watch.”

That does it. With our eyes locked, my mouth drops open and my body shudders. The orgasm rolls through my body.

“Holy fuck,” Sebastian growls.

I’m still trembling when he reaches over and grabs my wrist.

Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he pulls my hand out of my jeans and brings my fingers to his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” I pant, as I watch him lick my fingers clean.

He grins around my fingers. “Delicious.”

And just like that, I’m turned on all over again.

The car behind us honks.

The light is green.