Page 98 of Something Spontaneous

“Strap it on.” She taps a fingernail against my tattoo on my left leg, just above the knee. She looks between me, my thigh, and the toy she’s holding out. I finally register her command, and I grab it from her. I hold her lust-filled gaze while I cinch the toy onto the top of my thigh. “Good. I love it when you listen. Now, keep doing that until I tell you to stop.”

“I’m all ears.” I lean back on the bench against the padded wall of the van and take her in as she stands up.

She starts to shimmy her skin-tight shorts down, one leg at a time. Her eyes fall to my leg and her toy strapped to it when her tongue darts over her lips.

“What are you looking at?” I ask.

“Definitely not anything that would hold me back.”

My molars grind as I’m torn between listening to her sultry, honey-sweet voice and what she’s telling me, versus focusing on how her inner thighs are already slick and wet when her pussy is bared to me. She doesn’t make things any easier when she lifts one leg and steps over mine until she’s hovering above my thigh.

Fuck. Me.

“Are you going to ride my thigh, Bunny? Because I’ve been thinking about you doing that every waking second since you rutted on me like a feral cat in the back of The Hatch.”

She lowers herself onto the toy strapped to my thigh, kneeling on either side of my leg on the bench. Then she squeezes her legs around mine, enveloping me in her warmth. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” She wiggles her hips, and I look down to where her lips are spread apart by the toy. She grabs my shoulders and steadies herself before slowly rocking back and forth. Her eyes shut, and she lets out a low, throaty sound. “Now let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me.”

“I’m perfectly fine watching you use my body, however you want to, however you need to.”

I need to touch her, and I don’t care if she touches me back. I reach out and tear through the wide holes in her flimsy fishnet top before she can protest. She shoots me a playful glare, and I shrug.

“I’ll buy you another one. Can I take these off, too?” My hands roam up her sides until my thumbs trace the underside of her breasts, toying with the edges of her pasties.

She nods, and I oblige, tugging them both off in one swift motion. She gasps, and her thighs squeeze mine again, but it’s her hard pebbled nipples and those damned golden hoops that make my hunger for her shift into something feral. “Now that those are out of the way, what am I going to do for you?”

“Mm-hmm.” She hums, slowly rocking her hips again, back and forth on her toy while she straddles my thigh. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me what?” I grip my hard shaft in one hand, and cup one of her tits in my other. My calloused palm running over her nipple when I massage her perfect breasts, prompting her to let out a breathy whimper. “That. I want to watch that.”

Her eyes fall to where I’m fisting my erection and the eager drop of pre-cum that’s already glistening on the crown.

A wry laugh rumbles up my chest, and I slide the tip of my thumb through the droplet. “You want to watch me?”

“Yes.” She nods earnestly, swiveling and rocking her hips faster. “You’ve watched me get off so many times. It’s my turn. I want to see you stroke that big cock of yours. Show me what you look like when you watch me.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“I want to see how much you need me. I want to watch you come.”

I tug on her hoop, tweaking her nipple and prompting her shoulders to scrunch. She drops her head into the crook of my neck and moans.

I bring my lips to her ear, kissing once just below it. “There aren’t enough days in a year, or years in a lifetime, to show you how much I need you, Josie. But if you give me the chance, I’ll spend every waking moment of every day, every year, of the rest of my meaningless lifetime trying, because that’s what my life is without you—meaningless.”

I grip the nape of her neck, tilting her head back. I place another kiss below her ear, then lower against her hammering pulse point, then down to her collarbone, all while continuing to pump my cock.

“You think I haven’t spent every fucking day realizing that I don’t just need you? I crave you. I worship you. Even when I’m trying not to. You still own me—mind, heart, and soul. You never stopped owning me. So yeah, need doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what you are to my very being.”

I stop my trail of kisses just long enough to look up and catch longing eyes fixed on me, her lips parting as if she wants to say something, but she doesn’t get the chance.

I kiss the valley of her chest and rub my cheeks against the soft, heated skin of her full breasts before licking and sucking one of her hard buds. My tongue flicks the piercing, and I savor the taste of the cool metal almost as much as the whimper it pulls out of her. That breathy sound goes straight to my throbbing dick, almost like the sound of her wet pussy grinding against the toy strapped to my thigh. She’s so goddamn wet that I feel her slick inner thighs rubbing against mine.

“I think—” She starts before I cut her off, finding just enough leverage without my leg on to still drive my thigh up. That instant increase of pressure makes her buck and cry out. “Fuck, Sly. I think you made my point for me,” she manages to say, “but I also said show me, not tell me.”

She pulls her head from my neck and leans back, leaving enough space for both of us to take in the sight of what we’re doing. I slowly work my cock in my fist while she rides my thigh.

It’s wet. It’s sloppy. It’s loud.

And it’s fucking perfect.