Desire

by Simone Sowood

  She kicks off her jeans and slips off her panties.

  “See how wet you make me?” she says, and drops her panties on my lap.

  Taking my eyes off the highway momentarily, I look at Eloise as she sits bare assed on my seat. Her legs are slightly parted, and I put my hand on her knee and spread them further.

  “You’re a temptress.”

  “Aren’t you going to feel how wet my panties are? I hear men pay good money for panties that have been worn.” Her voice is sultry, and lures me into picking up her panties. The dampness immediately seeps into my hand.

  “What am I supposed to do with these?”

  “I don’t know.” Eloise pauses in thought. “Maybe smell them.”

  I lift them to my nose and inhale. Her sweet smell fills me, and all the blood in my head rushes to my cock.

  “They’re good, but I’d rather taste you.”

  Eloise laughs. She moves one knee to the door, and puts the foot closest to me onto the seat. In one quick movement, she pushes her fingers into her entrance, takes them out and leans across to me, and shoves her fingers into my mouth.

  Her taste makes my dick so hard, I have to undo my jeans. I suck every last morsel of her taste from her fingers.

  The seatbelt alarm dings and she pulls her hand away to do up her seat belt.

  “Have you been able to make yourself come since you met me?” I glance over at her, and her cheeks flush. She might be acting badly, but she’s still my good girl.

  “I haven’t tried.”

  “Do it now.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, go on. Touch yourself.”

  “We’re on the road.”

  “You’re sitting there half naked. You’re as wet as High Falls. And you know you want to do it. You want to sit there and taunt me as I drive. Otherwise you wouldn’t have taken off your panties in the first place.”

  “Like this?”

  I look over. Eloise slinks her body down the seat and props her feet apart on the dashboard. She lets her knees flop out, one rests against the door, the other hovers in front of the radio. She turns her head and fixes her eyes on my face.

  Moving my eyes between her and the road, I watch as she runs her fingers through her lips and dances them around her clit.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you come.”

  Eloise

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. Maybe I’m not that different from Sophie after all. At least when I’m with Gabe.

  The lust in his eyes as he shifts his gaze between me and the road spurs me on. He’s already undone his pants, and his purple head is poking up from his boxers.

  The sight of it sends a whole new rush of heat between my legs. I’ve never let anyone watch me do this before, and certainly not in a moving vehicle on the highway. But now my body is buzzing and burning, and I wonder why I haven’t done something like this sooner.

  I circle the finger of my right hand over my clit. With my left hand, I pump two of my fingers in my slick entrance. As much as I’m stimulating myself, my real excitement is from having Gabe watch me.

  At least as much as he can while driving on the highway.

  “Let me taste you again,” Gabe says.

  I slowly take my fingers out of my wet entrance, lean across and slip them between Gabe’s lips. His tongue folds around my fingers, and he sucks gently.

  “You like that?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

  “Keep it up, baby, you’re doing great. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good you’re making yourself feel.”

  I start whimpering and moaning, my noises filling the cab of the truck. Gabe turns the radio down, and my noises seem even louder.

  “Fuck, yeah, now tug on your clit the way I do. Pull it like I’m sucking it.”

  His words coat my skin in tingles. I follow his orders, and use my fingers to mimic his lips.

  The feelings are intense, and every bit of me hums, inside and out. I lean my head back against the seat and look up at the ceiling.

  “I fucking love when you’re my dirty little girl. Do you like being mine, Jewel?”

  His words push me to the brink, and I squeal.

  “I knew it. I knew there was a bad girl in you. Look what you’re doing to me.”

  As best as I can, I look at Gabe through the haze of the edge of my orgasm. His hand is wrapped around his hard dick, and he’s stroking himself as he drives.

  My eyes fixate on the tip of his cock, and my mouth fills with saliva. I want to taste him the way he tasted me, but it’s not physically possible in this truck.

  “I’m going to fuck you the second we get there. Do you want it hard or gentle, baby? Whatever you want, that’s how I’m going to fuck you.”

  My shoulders shudder as I remember the way he took me at my work. I loved the way his balls slapped against my lips, stimulating my clit. And right now I’m enjoying being his dirty girl.

  “Hard,” I say, my voice high-pitched and breathy.

  “Of course you do. You want me to rip you from your seat, and fuck you right there against the truck.”

  “Yes,” I say, pumping my fingers faster.

  “You want me to throw you on the grass, ram my cock into you, and fuck you until you’re raw.”

  “Yes, yes.” My voice is getting higher and higher.

  “Let go, let me hear you come right now. Go on, baby. You call my name, and it’ll make me come right here, right now.”

  I pump my fingers as fast as I can but get more and more frustrated.

  “I can’t do it.”

  “Sure you can. Listen to you, you’re ready to blow.”

  “I can’t,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”

  Gabe rummages in the compartment of his door.

  “Close your eyes,” he orders.

  “Okay,” I say, and do as he says.

  “Move your hand.” I move both of my hands away. “Now, keep your eyes closed, take this, and pretend it’s my dick. Go on, I want to hear you come. Now.”

  He shoves something into my entrance. I don’t know what it is, but it’s round and long, like a vibrator. My walls immediately spasm around it. I quickly flick my clit.

  “Gabe!” I scream, the sound echoes around the cab, deafening us.

  I don’t care.

  My body erupts in a tidal wave of tingles.

  “Look at me, Jewel.”

  I open my eyes and look at Gabe just in time to see his dick spurt. He takes his hand off the wheel to contain it. Most of it deflects, and lands on his jeans.

  The sight is enough to send another tidal wave ripping through me.

  As waves wash over me, a police siren sounds.

  “Shit,” Gabe says, shoving his dick into his underwear.

  He signals, and wipes his hand on his jeans but ends up stickier than before. He wipes it on his shirt. White streaks cover his jeans and shirt. I pull the thing he’d handed me from my pussy. It’s a screwdriver, but I don’t have time to be freaked out about it.

  “Oh my God, what do I do?” I say, the words spewing from my mouth as I look helplessly at my jeans at my feet. There’s no way I can get them back on in time.

  “Just lay your jeans across your lap and act cool.”

  My heart feels like it’s beating straight through my ribs. I pick up the jeans, straighten myself and drape the jeans over me as respectably as possible.

  The truck comes to a stop at the side of the road, and Gabe opens his window.

  A State Trooper appears, and my body blazes redder than at any other time in my life. I’ve never even been pulled over for a speeding ticket before. And now I’m sitting here with no bottoms on.

  “License and registration.” His voice is harsh.

  “Hey, Trevor, how’s it going?” Gabe says.

  How the hell does he know a State Trooper?

  “Oh shit, Gabe, I didn’t realize it was you.”

  “No worries, man. What’s up? Was I speeding?”


  “No, you were driving erratically. Have you been drinking?”

  “Not a drop. My girlfriend’s been distracting me,” Gabe says, and chuckles.

  The State Trooper eyes me, and I shrivel in my seat.

  “Everything okay here, ma’am?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say as loudly as I can. My voice is a whisper.

  He runs his eyes over my bare legs, and the pair of jeans I’d hastily tucked around my hips and upper thighs. His eyes carry on to Gabe and he smirks when he sees the white.

  “I’m going to let you off with a verbal warning, but next time you’re in the mood you need to pull off the road and find yourself some place private.”

  “Absolutely,” Gabe says.

  “Don’t think you’ve heard the end of this. I am going to make sure everyone knows how I caught you,” he says, and laughs. “This is fucking hilarious.”

  “Don’t get too funny, you want me to have a steady hand when I’m working on your sleeve.”

  The Trooper laughs, and says, “Some things are worth it. Now get out of here, I have to get back to work.”

  He pats the truck twice and walks away.

  “That was lucky,” Gabe says.

  “How do you know him?”

  “He’s a client. I’ve already given him one armful of tattoos, now I’m working on the second.”

  “I was so scared. I’ve never been pulled over before. We’re lucky you knew him.”

  Gabe’s laugh fills the truck. It seems louder than my earlier cries of ecstasy. I purse my lips, and breathe heavily out of my nose.

  Fixing my eyes out of the window, I replay our drive. How did I convince him to do those things?

  I shift my weight, and my foot kicks the screwdriver he’d inserted into me. Never in my life did I ever think I’d let anyone put something like that in me.

  “Don’t be mad, baby,” Gabe says, and rubs my knee.

  “Why did we do those things?”

  “Because it felt good.”

  “It was crazy and irresponsible.”

  As the words leave my mouth, I think of Sophie. What would she think right now? She’d probably laugh, and tell me to sell the screwdriver online for some extra cash.

  Thinking about Sophie makes my mind wander to my parents, and I realize Gabe didn’t say he’d come for dinner next weekend.

  “You’re coming for dinner at my parents’, right?”

  “I told you, I’ll think about it. This is a great song,” Gabe says and cranks up the volume. I don’t know what it is, maybe Metallica, I’m not sure.

  I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to come for dinner. My parents are super nice, they’d make him feel welcome.

  Gabe

  I pull the truck into the driveway. Behind the house, the sun flickers off Lake Ontario.

  The house itself seems smaller today. Its white siding is not as grand as I normally remember it. I suddenly wish my great-grandfather had built a two-story brick house instead of the two bedroom single-story house.

  “Is this it? I love it. The wrap-around porch is amazing,” Eloise says, and my shoulders ease.

  Once she calmed down about being pulled over, she was able to joke around about it. She even forgave me for the screwdriver.

  For the rest of the drive, we laughed and joked, and every passing minute made me love her more and more.

  I hop out of the truck and hurry around to her side.

  “Welcome to my house,” I say as I open her door.

  Eloise undoes her seatbelt, and I scoop her into my arms.

  “What happened to throwing me on the grass?” she asks.

  “Changed my mind.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck, her bare ass hanging between my arms. I carry her up to the porch and unlock the door.

  “Why’d you change your mind?”

  “I want to take my time with you.”

  Flinging open the door, we’re hit with the strong smell of pine. Over the past two years, I’ve done everything to get rid of the musty smell and I’m relieved the pine has finally done the trick.

  “This place is nice. It has actual furniture. And pictures on the wall. And stuff. It’s not like your apartment at all.”

  “I’ll show you the rest later,” I say, and carry her straight through to the bedroom.

  I set her on her feet but hold tight to her arms. Cupping the back of her head, I brush my cheek against hers.

  “I’ll go to the dinner with you. I’d do anything for you.”

  There’s no way she understands the intense way she makes me feel. In the car, she showed me that she’d do anything for me, and I realized that I’d do anything for her. It seems like nothing could ever matter except the two of us. If her family is the price I have to pay to be with her, then I’ll pay it.

  Eloise jumps with excitement, a smile beams across her beautiful face.

  “Thank you,” she squeals and jumps up again, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

  Squeezing her tight, I throw us both onto the small double bed. She laughs, and somehow it sounds sweeter than before.

  I roll on top of her, scoop my arms around her and close my mouth over hers. My dick hardens, but I don’t want to take my hands from her to take off my jeans.

  Our kiss is slow, and it seems to go on for all eternity. It’s the closest to paradise I’ve ever been. I can tell from the way she skims her fingers over me that she feels the same way.

  Without leaving her lips, I slip my hand under the edge of her top, and run it up her smooth skin. After palming her silky bra cup, I hook a finger in the top of the cup and pull it down, releasing her tit.

  Her nipple’s already hard, and I pinch it between my fingers. Eloise moans, and wraps her legs around my waist.

  Breaking our kiss, I gently tug her shirt over her head. Reaching around her back, I undo her bra, and drop it off the side of the bed.

  I kneel back on my heels, and survey the perfection in my bed. Perfection I was never looking for.

  Glancing through to the other room, I see how well she fits with all the pictures of my family that are in there. All the good memories of the good times I had in this house as a child.

  Times I never thought could ever be as good again.

  But now Eloise is here, and I realize I have a chance to be that happy again.

  I take my time with her, and let her body soothe my soul.

  By the time my lips reach her mound, she’s already squirming. I blow across her lips and love how her thighs shudder in response.

  She’s dripping wet, and I lap my tongue through her folds. Normally, she begs me to hurry at this point, but all she does is whimper.

  I nip the inside of her thigh as I push two fingers into her drenched pussy.

  “Oh God,” she cries.

  Kissing up her lips, I suck her clit into my mouth, and flick it with my tongue. Eloise squirms and I hold down her hips with my free hand.

  “Gabe,” she moans and writhes under my arm.

  Her walls grip my fingers, and she grabs my head. She meshes her hands through my hair and balls her fists. It hurts like hell but I don’t stop her. I want her to feel what I do to her, even if it means a little pain for me.

  Once she calms, I kneel and pull my shirt over my head. I flop onto my back beside her, and strip off my jeans and boxers. My hard cock hovers over my abs.

  “Sit on me,” I say.

  “My legs are jelly,” she says as she scrambles to climb on me.

  Eloise straddles me, and hovers over my dick. She pauses and our eyes catch. Neither of us has reached for a condom. We both realize what we’re about to feel. Skin on skin.

  Our gaze intensifies, and I raise my tip to her entrance. Both of our chests move rapidly, our quick breaths the only sounds in the room.

  Slowly she lowers herself onto my cock. My mouth hangs open but I hold her gaze.

  The silkiness of her walls is the best feeling I’ve ever felt. A thousand lightning bolts flas
h through me, electrifying me from head to toe.

  I begin to move my hips, rocking her on me. Finally I pull my eyes from hers and rake them over her body. Her tits sway as I bounce her on me. I have to close my eyes to calm myself.

  She starts grinding her clit against my pelvic bone, circling herself one way, then the other. The whole time, she’s whimpering and moaning.

  My balls draw tight against me, and I flip us over without withdrawing from her.

  I grunt as I pump into her. She moans, and I lean down and growl, “You feel so good it hurts.”

  Eloise grabs my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. She whimpers again, and this time bucks underneath me. Her walls milk my dick, the feel of her skin against mine overloading me.

  “Fuck, baby,” I grunt.

  It’s too much, my cock throbs and spurts against her walls, filling her pussy.

  Gasping for air, I collapse on her. My dick pulses in pure fucking joy.

  I lift my head to kiss her, and realize she’s crying, the way she cried in the park.

  “What’s wrong, Jewel?”

  She wipes her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It just felt so good. I don’t understand the way you make me feel.”

  I smooth back her hair, and say, “You make me feel the same way.”

  Eloise smiles and bites her bottom lip. I kiss her forehead, and we lie still as we catch our breaths.

  “You’re all sweaty,” she says, wiping her hand across my back.

  “So are you.”

  “We need to have a shower.”

  “I’ve got a better idea.”

  I hold my dick as I pull out, trying to make as little mess as possible. Before Eloise can move, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

  “I need something to wipe myself with,” she says.

  Laughing, I rush through the house and run down the lawn.

  “What you doing?” she squeals.

  “We’re getting cleaned in the lake.”

  She squeals, and smacks my ass.

  “No way, it’s only May. The water will be freezing.”

  “It’ll be refreshing,” I say as my feet hit the icy water.

  Without breaking stride, I move until the water is at my thighs, and throw us both into the lake.