my ass and runs his fingers over my skin, just on the inside of the elastic of my panties. And it's incredibly hot. He's behind me, leaning into me. I’m bent over the car trunk, my breasts smooshed against the cool steel, and the weight of his body is pressed down into me.
I’m held captive, not by him, but by my own desires.
“Are you wet, Dixie?” he whispers into my ear. “You’re bent over my car. Anyone turning in this lane will be able to see you. Do you like that? Does it turn you on?” He pushes his hand between my legs and moves the gusset of my panties aside. He shoves his finger in me, and my muscles clamp down around him. Need explodes through me. “So wet,” he murmurs.
I turn my head to a side to watch him. He holds his finger up, coated by my juices, and then he sticks it into his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
“You taste like sin.”
“I do?” My face feels like it’s on fire, as is the rest of my body.
“You do,” he confirms. His finger slips between my folds again, sliding inside easily. He pushes deep, and I cry out and push back against him. More. I want more.
“Taste yourself.” His finger is at my lips, his voice rough. “Taste how sweet you are.”
A shiver of pure need runs through me. I part my lips and suck his finger, my arousal surging to a frenzy. This is so wickedly good. “Hunter,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for. “I want…”
“Hush.” He steps away from me, and I feel his absence like a loss. Once again, I picture what I must look like to anyone watching. Legs parted, skirt flipped up, ass on display. A fresh burst of heat assaults my core.
“Stand up.”
I lift myself up.
“Turn around.”
I turn to face him, my knees trembling.
“You wore panties,” he says. “You asked me if I was going to punish you. What did you think your punishment would be?”
Are we having an academic discussion here when I want him to take me? Argh. I bite back my growl of frustration. “I thought you'd spank my ass.”
“Interesting. It sounds like you want that.” He steps close to me. “If you want it so badly, Dixie,” he breathes into my ear. “Then it’s hardly a punishment, is it?”
He moves away from me, opens the rear driver’s side door, and sits inside. The interior light comes on, and I glance down at him.
He’s rock-hard. I can see the bulge of his shaft, straining against the fabric of his trousers. A fresh wave of lust washes over me. I want to see him. I want to feel him inside me, stretching my muscles, ramming into me. I want him to put his hand over my mouth, stifling my cries.
And I want Eric to walk in on us. I want him to take in the scene, and then I want him to unzip his fly, free his cock, and tell me to wrap my pretty little lips around it. I don’t know where my desires are coming from, but tonight, I’m in their thrall.
I try to follow Hunter into the car, but he shakes his head. “If you want to come inside, you need to take off your clothes.”
“What?” I squeak.
“You heard me.” His voice is implacable. “Take them off, fold them neatly, place them on the trunk, and then, you can join me inside.”
Oh, God. There was a tiny part of me that thought this roleplay would be stilted and awkward, but it’s not. Hunter’s taking my fantasy and running with it, and it’s so hot. It’s so much better than I thought it could be. Than I hoped it could be.
I pull my t-shirt over my head, shivering as I undress. The air is a little chilly. Hunter is watching me from inside the car. Eric is out there in the darkness. I think.
Does he like what he sees? Does Hunter?
I fold my t-shirt and place it on the trunk. Now, the skirt. With shaking fingers, I undo the clasp at the waistband and lower the zipper. The skirt falls to the ground in a puddle of fabric. I bend to pick it up, fold it in half, and place it over my t-shirt.
“Good girl.” Hunter’s voice is a warm caress. “Take off your panties for me, Dixie.”
I slide them down my hips. I’m completely naked now. Hunter’s gaze slides over me, slow and thorough, and the heat