Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 30

"Let's get the fuck outta here," I said softly, squeezing his thigh.

"This should be a bit of a challenge fer me. I always did like a good challenge." Merle put the truck in drive and stepped on the gas, checking for oncoming traffic before turning onto the main road. "Ya can touch me all ya want, but I can't touch back cuz I'm drivin'. I'm gonna wanna touch ya. It's kinda unfair." He chuckled quietly, settling into the seat. "Reckon it's just somethin' I gotta deal with." The ornery smirk on his face told me he was half joking and half serious.

"Aww, my poor baby," I purred. He chuckled again, laying his right arm on the top of the seat behind me so I could scoot a bit closer. "Who said ya can't? You can touch me. Ya just can't get me off. I'm fine with that. Ya can do that when we get back ta the cabin. I'm gonna be busy pleasurin' ya anyway. Just help me keep my hair out the way."

"Sounds like a plan," he agreed, smirking again.

What I didn't mention was the fact that I didn't plan on making Merle cum. I was just going to tease him. I had a feeling he wouldn't be able to go through that kind of pleasure and drive at the same time. I didn't want him to pull over either because I wanted to go straight to the cabin. I wanted him to make love to me like he had said he would.

"Relax and enjoy yerself," I murmured, nestling into his side.

The sun came through the clouds as Merle went around a small turn, illuminating his icy blue eyes. They sparkled noticeably as his arm went around me and held me close.

"I will," he rasped, focusing his attention back on the road.

"Yer so beautiful," I whispered, letting my eyes trail down his muscular body.

His black wife beater showed off his light patch of soft chest hair nicely, making it look more grey than usual against the dark material. His skin was slightly damp with perspiration. I wanted to taste him, hear him try to control his moans.

"Only you would think I'm beautiful," he commented with a genuine smile, rolling his eyes.

"I could stare at ya all day," I said, dropping my eyes to his lap. He was already hard and straining against his jeans. "Well, would ya look at that. Already hard."

"How could I not be?" Merle sighed deeply as I began to kiss down his jaw. "I'm always hard when yer close ta me. It doesn't matter if I just came or not. My cock stands straight up again if I give it the opportunity."

"I know. I love it," I muttered in his ear. Sucking gently at his earlobe, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. "Ya like it when I play, huh?"

"Yeah," he rasped, shuddering as I sucked at the crook of his neck.

That seemed to be a spot of his. He always reacted when my mouth was in that particular place. His hand slid up my side and reached around to grasp my breast from behind, squeezing gently.

"See? Told ya you'd be able ta touch me."

While nibbling his flesh, I pushed my hand in his drawers to fish out his cock. There was a wet spot on them, and the tip of his cock was almost dripping as I brought it out for air.

"Better?" I asked after I had freed his cock from its prison.

"Mmm, hmm..." Merle hummed, smiling as I loosely held him in my hand.

His hips bucked a tiny bit as I rubbed my thumb through his wet slit, a tiny groan escaping him. I watched as more pre-cum came oozing out of him, slowly moving my thumb through the warm stickiness as it multiplied.

"I love the way yer skin tastes," I said under my breath, dropping my head down to leave sizzling kisses on his damp chest.

Brushing my lips through his chest hair, I made him elicit a tiny moan in response every time I darted my tongue out to taste his flesh. My other hand had been resting between us on the seat, but I snuck it between our bodies and yanked his wife beater down a bit in the front so I could get to his hard nipples. They had been poking through the fabric and begging for my attention.