The Best Years: Year One, Part Two

Chapter Fourty-One

I was angry with myself for letting the thought of Jade interfere with my excitement over Oliver. It made me dislike her even more.

I tried to get the overwhelming feeling back while he drove. I could at this moment related to Caden and his confession of being addicted to sex. This feeling when your body shifts from its baseline emotions to turned on. Suddenly becoming hot, your voice turning raspy, or only into moans, and your body reacting to everything around you - felt addicting. I wanted to stay in this wave letting it keep tumbling me over and over.

I moved as close as I could letting my hand tease his thigh hoping he'd take pity on me and say the word "baby" again releasing the flood gate feeling I was newly addicted to.

He looked down at my hand and I could tell it affected him even if he wouldn't let himself react openly. He just had more control over how he expressed it while I solely melted instantaneously.

The addiction drove my hand up further until I reached a bulge into his skinny black jeans. I bit my lip letting my fingers glide across, softly rub him through his pants. I wanted to break his control like he had broken mine so many times before.

I kept the pace at teasing, giving him more of my hand just to pull back replacing the relief with light fingers. He grew harder against my hand still ignoring my attempts and driving like nothing was happening. I didn't realize I was affecting myself so much until a small moan escaped my lips while I rubbed him harder, outlining his shape pushing through his pants.

He finally let out a heavy breath, "Goddamn it Layla."

I leaned over more letting my kisses reach his neck as I palmed between his legs whispering, "Did I do something wrong?"

I was playing into his fetish for my innocence the same way I had back home in non-sexual situations, of course.

He pulled over on the backroad with no shoulder of the road or street lights but sticks and stones crunching against his tires. If I wasn't so turned on I would have been nervous someone could easily hit us or not notice us. But right now, not being noticed, was the point.

"I can't drive with you doing that you know," his hands gripped the steering wheel hard watching my hand against him.

I kept kissing his neck and jawline letting my warm breath graze his neck as I spoke, "Oh no, am I distracting? I'm so sorry." I dropped in sarcasm making him smirk at my bravery at this moment.

He moved swiftly pushing his seat further back then it was already creating a little bit more room. He turned his head kissing me softly before he pulled away enough to say, "I want you, baby."

Before I could think I was saying, "I've never done that before." I assumed he wanted me to return the favor considering how he moved his seat back. I wasn't sure if I was ready to be watched like that yet, perform almost.

He started undoing his pants keeping his mouth close to mine, "I know." I felt his thumb rub against my swollen lips from kissing. My hand still on his thigh I touched him again with the material not blocking him from my touch. I did exactly how he showed me, dragging my hand up his length and pushing my hand back down.

I felt his other hand grasp my breast, squeezing, "That's it, baby. Fuck."

My hips kept moving like I would actually find a comfy position while uncomfortably wet and he noticed. His lips replaced my shirt as he pulled it down kissing the cleavage my bra pushed up. He whispered as his fingers pulled down the lace exposing my breast slightly, "I don't have a condom in my car baby girl otherwise I'd fuck you right here."

I felt desperate for relief. A kind of desperate I had never felt before. I felt like I would burst into flames without being pushed over the edge soon.