Boost by Vi Summers

 

Chapter 20

-Raf-

 

 

“Oh my God, I’m shaking!” Greer laughed and held up a trembling hand.

“Welcome to my world, baby,” I crowed, easing back to a more leisurely speed. “You see the lure now?”

She shot me a smile that shattered every illusion in my world. Her happiness was pure, beautiful, and fucking breathtaking. Never had I felt like this with a woman in my passenger seat. Even the half-clothed ones that sucked me off while driving home didn’t compare to the vision next to me.

I could practically have any woman I wanted riding my dick, but ever since Boss Lady entered my world, all that faded into the background and my hunger for her, and her alone, consumed me.

I glanced right and got hit by a spike of want. Heat exploded in my chest, causing each beat of my heart to be painful and uneven. Greer literally stole my breath by simply looking at me. I divided glances between her and the freeway ahead. Her chest still rose and fell at an elevated rate, and each pant came out a little husky. The leg closest to me had completely escaped the high split in the side of her dress, gifting me with an entirely toned, smooth thigh to drool over.

That wave of anticipation seared downward and unashamedly hardened my cock. I didn’t care that she saw. In fact, I wanted her to see what she did to me.

Unable to help myself, I squeezed my dick quickly, and then dared to slip my hand onto her thigh. When she didn’t slap it away, I pushed the boundaries further by sliding higher until I became restricted by the silky fabric of her dress. I felt the contour of her inner thigh and groaned, knowing that if I moved a single finger a quarter of an inch higher, I’d brush her pussy.

“Fuck, Greer,” I growled, more so to myself than for her benefit. “I can feel your heat. Fuck, I want to see how wet you are right now.”

Her gasp filled the car, and I swear her legs opened a fraction wider.

“Raf,” she said on an exhale, her voice brimming with blatant desire.

“Say it, mamacita. I fucking dare you.”

I stole another glance at her, and shit, I wanted to unravel and set free the greedy bastard within. Greer’s eyes lay half-closed and heavy, weighted with a need that I could fucking smell.

“Say what?” she whispered.

“That you want me to touch you.”

A ghost of a laugh met my ears. “Do you want to touch me?”

I growled again under my breath and nodded downward. “This is the second time tonight my cock’s been hard over you. So yeah, I want to fucking touch you.”

While her mouth said, “Oh God. We shouldn’t. Just once, remember?”, her breathy tone implied she was just as close to breaking point as I was.

“Is that a no?” I demanded through clenched teeth, nearing the end of my tether.

When no reply came, I slid my fingers higher until I contacted what felt like lace. Greer sucked in a sharp gasp that had me swallowing hard.

“If you’re not going to give me a clear answer, then I take your sex-breathing as a yes,” I hissed, and groaned when finally flicking my fingers back and forth over her covered heat.

Greer threw her head back, exposing the expanse of her slender neck. I longed to bite it. To suck and leave my mark, and it took all my willpower to focus on the road while I fingered her.

Taking the next exit into suburbia, I cruised a short distance down the sleeping street until I found a private spot to park. Switching off the engine, I hurriedly disengaged my seat-belt and set Greer in my sights, giving her my undivided attention as I worked two fingers back and forth over her wet underwear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she hissed, with a tremor in her voice.

“I tend to disagree.”

Her lips parted further when I flicked across her clit, and her eyes floated closed in ecstasy. I watched, completely mesmerized as her sharp inhales kicked up a gear.

Grabbing her by the throat, I pulled her mouth to mine. My impatient tongue anticipated her taste, swiping across her parted lips the instant we connected. Sweetness from the strawberries floating in the champagne lingered on her tongue, and my need to fuck her pitched higher the moment she returned my kiss with matched greed.

Fingernails clawed through my short hair while others wrapped around my wrist and bit into my skin. The more I devoured, the more lust-crazed I became.

Getting impatient, I swapped hands, flicked aside the barely there fabric, and pushed two fingers deep inside her.

Greer’s pleasured moan drew out into a hissed curse that left me grinning against her mouth.

“That’s right, baby. Feel it and know it’s nothing compared to what I could make you feel.”

She summoned enough strength to pull back a fraction. Questions and reservations swam in her eyes, at war with the thirst for more.

“We’ll stop, right after you come on my hand,” I murmured, assuming that was why she held back.

Her pussy pulsed around my fingers as I flicked my thumb over her clit. Again and again, until her entire body primed and trembled.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

“Let go. I want to feel your cunt squeeze around me. Fuck, I wish my cock was in you right now,” I growled, near blinded with craving. 

While gripping the side of her neck with one hand, my movements with the other became rough and demanding, wishing it was my dick working her into a state of uncontrollable arousal instead of my fingers.

Her orgasm violently tore through her and pulled another guttural moan from her open mouth. Deep and erotic, the sound alone was almost enough to spur my own release against my will. Fuck, she was stunning when coming undone. It was a sight I wanted to see with the lights on and in full daylight, spread out on my bed with the curtains open. I needed to see her coming on my cock without shadows hindering my view.

The combined rasp of our harsh breathing penetrated the air, and Greer’s body continued to pulse around my fingers.

As sobriety seeped into her gaze, I sensed her conscience checking-in. Her hand relaxed on my shoulder, only to grip again when I wriggled my fingers to remind her they were still buried deep.

Our eyes locked, and a ghost of a disbelieving laugh left her lips. She looked shocked—tricked almost—and that sent a sharp sting through my chest.

I half-smirked to hide the unexpected hurt and smoothed a thumb over her jawline. “Good?”

Her hand snapped to my wrist between her legs when I wiggled my fingers again.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I just did that. I never do things like this.”

She glanced out into the vacant street, as if expecting to see all the residents out enjoying the midnight show. “What if someone saw!”

I snorted. “Then they know what they’re missing.”

Her eyes narrowed on me and she began to extract my hand from between her legs. “It’s not funny, Rafael.”

I allowed her to slowly guide me out, though strategically grazed her sensitive clit as one final reminder of how good I just made her feel.

“You look good coming on my fingers, mamacita.”

She eyed my glistening fingers and chewed on her lower lip. “Do you have something to clean…” Her words trailed off awkwardly.

I smirked again and shook my head. “Fuck no. Not when I’m going to use them later.”

“We’re not having sex,” she practically spat.

Leaning into her space again, I captured her chin with my ‘clean’ hand.

“I meant, I want the lasting reminder of your smell and taste on my fingers for when I fuck myself later.”

Greer’s jaw dropped and her eyes flared wide. I pulled away and laughed openly while trying to adjust my aching dick, satisfied I’d given her a vision to make her thighs squirm.

“Now,” I said, re-buckling my seat-belt. “Ice cream? My treat.”

“No fucking way,” she breathed out, as I did a U-turn and took the streets of suburbia as if they were my own personal race track.