Backseats

bend the corner

There's 150 on the dash. He's going fucking fast. As Ashton bends the corner, he squeezes my thigh. Without thinking, my legs respond. They move apart ever so slightly but he notices. He always notices. I try not to look at him, not give him the satisfaction of the look on my face.

"Look at me." His voice is low and gravely. He always knows. I turn my head, watching his hand on the wheel and his fingers gripping tight. My eyes trail up his arm. Ashton's skin glows in the moonlight. I follow his arm up to his neck. His shoulders. He is fit, the muscles under his t-shirt trying to push through. His eyes remain on the road, seemingly oblivious to my gaze. "Tell me what you see, baby."

What does he mean? "You," I tell him. It isn't enough; I can tell by the fast tapping on the wheel and the click of his tongue. "Your hand on the wheel. I'm thinking about your fingers."

"Yeah? What about them?" This intrigues him like I knew it would.

"Where they could be if they weren't on the wheel." I bite my lip as he squeezes my thigh again. Ash moves his fingers up just an inch.

"Not all of them are." He smirks, eyes still on the road. This makes my head spin and I can't react fast enough to stop a little whine from escaping my lips. At this, he slides his fingers up another inch. He's really close. My chest swells at the thought.

"No, they're not." I try to breathe. Is he really gonna do this driving?

"No, baby." Another inch. "I can drive just fine with one hand." Another inch. All he has to do is say one more word. One more. Anything. "I really want to tease you." No, no, don't take away your hand. "But I wanna make my baby feel so good."

"Y-yes." Fuck, it's hard to breath. "Please."

"Please what, darling?" Ashton moves his hand up my skirt and to the edge of my underwear. A single finger pulls on the edge and I just might explode.

"Please daddy."

He pulls my underwear to the side and I move down the seat so he can get a better reach. He brushes one finger against my lips, feeling how wet I am. "Baby." He breathes out. I shake at the sound and the light touch. "Pay attention, listen to my voice."

"Mm hm." I nod my head vigorously, awaiting his command.

"Pull your panties down. Around your ankles." I do as he says. "Good. Move your legs apart more."

I look at him. His eyes are still on the road. This is so fucking hot.

"Suck on my fingers, baby. You want me to touch you?"

"Yes, daddy." That's all I can get out. I am just a huge ball of nerves waiting to be untangled. I open my mouth and two of his fingers slip in. I close my lips around them and swirl my tongue.

"Open." I do as he says and my eyes move from his face to his fingers. He pushes my skirt up again and starts to tease me with those fingers. We've slowed down a bit on the road, but he's still over 100. One of his fingers pushes into me ever so slightly. "Oh, baby. You're so wet."

I can't speak. I just let his fingers work deeper inside me.

"I love touching you, baby." Oh god, I love when he starts talking like this. "Love how wet you get for me. How you try to stay quiet. I know you can't, baby."

I swallow hard. It's really starting to build up. The feeling almost makes me forget he's still driving. "Oh, fuck, daddy. Please keep talking."

"Of course, baby. I know you love it." Ashton laughs to himself. It's deep and low. Fucking heavenly. "You know I've been wanting to do this for a bit? You just bring it out in me. If there's anything to know about us, baby, we're like Bonnie & Clyde. You'd die for me wouldn't you? You make me so damn hard. You know that baby?" He suddenly takes his fingers out and I whine for his touch. "I don't want you to cum."