Ghungroo - The Siren Call of Lovers (#1 - Completed)

Chapter 41 - Pitt Stop

Warning- mature content!

Chapter 41

I look down at his hand on my jeans. His hand is so big that it covers the width of my thigh.

This same hand that has teased me and held me. Caressed me gently and in the same instant pulled me roughly to him.

The same long fingers on them that have simulated me, pushed into me and brought me to orgasm only hours ago.

I shift uncomfortably, squeezing my legs together so that I can find some relief from the ache I feel growing between them.

I look sideways at Riaan and notice that he is grinning devilishly at me. He knows the effect this little act is having on me.

Damn him!

"You know I can make you come, right? You just have to say the words, Layla."

He inches his hand a little further up my thigh and squeezes it hard...

Damn him to hell!

Well, two could play this game. I say nothing. I sit back in my seat and adjust the strap of my seatbelt so that it is sitting between my breasts.

I look down at my breasts and sure enough the tips of them have pebbled and are straining against the white fabric of my t-shirt. My breath is coming in slow hard measures now and my chest heaves against the restraint of the belt.

I bring my hands up to rub my nipples, pushing my palms into them and lifting them up. I push my chest out and flex my pelvis. My mouth opens and a little moan escapes. My nipples are sensitive, longing for his touch, yearning for his mouth to devour them.

I've never done anything this brazen before.

Do I look seductive, or silly?

I have no idea. But I don't care.

I feel wanton. Undone, as wind streams through my hair and my lips part slightly as I breathe raggedly. I'm hoping I look desirable. Let him feel the way I do now. Simulated and unfulfilled.

I sneak a peak at him. My lips curl into a smile as I see the expression on his face. His face is now hard, the grin from a moment ago, all but gone. His breathing has intensified slightly. The tell-tale bulge in his jeans is visibly straining against the fabric of his jeans.

"Damn you, Layla," he groans and at the next exit, he swerves off the highway and onto a gravel path.

He hits a button and the retractable roof lifts up and closes around us. We travel down the road at a slow pace, the car bounding along on stones and uneven terrain. There are no cars here, no people. It is a narrow road, just barely wide enough for one vehicle to fit on it.

God, the anticipation of knowing what's about to happen is unbearable. Both our breathing is labored now and fills the interior of the car with anticipation.

Riaan's hand has snaked up to my crotch and he is kneading me there with such need that I am ready to burst. He stops the car and switches it off. He turns to me.

"Take off your jeans," he orders.

Wait...What?

I was expecting some sort of heavy petting to take place, not...not this!

"S..someone will see us." There is still some sense of reason in me.

This is insane!

"Off... Now."