Olivia Cunning - Tell Me

“She’s used to getting whatever her heart desires because she’s so pretty,” Melanie said. “If I don’t give it to her, some guy will. Some guy who expects something in return. At least if it comes from me, I don’t have to worry about her repaying their kindness with sexual favors.”

Gabe noticed that Parker was eavesdropping. The guy tried to pretend he wasn’t taking mental notes on how to get into Nikki’s pants, but Gabe was a guy himself. He knew how they thought. Gabe pressed the button that raised the window between them again, glad it was soundproof.

“Maybe she should sit back here with us,” Gabe said. “I don’t like the way the driver is looking at her.”

“Just about everyone looks at her that way.”

“Well, I won’t,” Gabe said. “Not when I have you.”

He leaned in to steal a kiss, meaning to offer a chaste brushing of his lips against hers, but something primal sizzled between them and he instantly had her crushed against his chest, his hands buried in her hair and his mouth seeking to devour hers. Her fingers curled into his back, drawing him closer. Her soft breasts felt like heaven pressed against his chest. His tongue brushed her upper lip, and she shuddered before tentatively touching his tongue with hers.

She pulled away slowly and then rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. “You were right earlier,” she said. “All the sexy video chats are not the same as being here with you. You’re a distraction at a distance but in person…” She drew in a deep breath. “In person, you’re utterly devastating to a woman’s wits.”

He grinned and reached for the package he’d hidden behind his hip. “I have something in here to make sure you don’t regain your wits anytime soon.”

Hands shaking, Melanie opened the package as if she expected something to jump out and bite her. And he had a few items in his arsenal that would have done just that, but not this one. This one was all about pleasure. He liked giving her pleasure. Some women liked a little pain on the side, and he could cater to that need, but he was pretty sure—and actually hoped—that Melanie liked to receive only pleasure. She unrolled the thick brown paper and the three-fingered glove fell out on her lap.

She raised an eyebrow at it and then lifted her gaze to meet his. “What is it?”

He took the device from her skirt and slipped it onto three fingers of his right hand, leaving his pinkie and thumb free. He held his hand out to her so she could fasten the cuff around his wrist. As soon as it was clasped, the circuit was complete and the device whirred to life. Near the tip of his middle finger, a small rubbery rod moved in an elliptical path. At the base of his middle finger, a soft bump vibrated, and metallic plates ran the entire length of both his ring and index fingers; plates that grew warm and tingly as soon as they touched anything wet—Melanie’s pussy for example.

“You sit on my hand, and I promise it will show you a good time.”

She bent over it for a closer inspection. “I sit on it?”

“This goes just inside the opening of your pussy,” he said, indicating the revolving rod near the end of his finger. “It will tease you until you’re begging for cock.”

“And these?” she asked, tracing the two metallic plates on either side.

“Wet your finger and touch one,” he suggested. When she stuck her finger in her mouth to wet it, his cock surged to life. Change of plans—Nikki definitely needed to ride in the front with the driver. He was not even close to being able to function in polite company. He had a powerful need to be alone with Melanie for an extended period, and was painfully aware that didn’t have much time to be together before the show started at nine.

Melanie pressed her wet finger to the metal plate on his index finger and her breath caught.

“Tingly.”

“And warm,” he said. “Those go against your pussy lips. The wetter you get, the stronger the sensation.”

She poked the vibrating nub at the base of his fingers. “For my clit?” She glanced up at him and smiled hopefully.

He grinned. “You didn’t think I’d forget that, did you?”

“I hoped you wouldn’t,” she said, a delightful blush staining her cheeks pink. “You seem to know what feels good for a woman more than I do.”

“You can climb on backwards if you’d rather the vibration tease your ass. I want to please you the way you want to be pleased.”

She touched her finger to the strong vibrating nub and shuddered. “Lock the doors,” she said breathlessly as she reached under her skirt to tug off her panties. “Hurry, before Nikki gets back.”

“They’re already locked,” he assured her.

She slid onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and kissed him hungrily as he slid his gloved hand between her legs.

Melanie jumped when the vibration at the base of Gabe’s fingers pressed against her clit. He carefully slipped the tip of the rotating rubbery rod into her opening, and she groaned into his mouth. She marveled at the man’s understanding of female anatomy. He was right; the stretching of her entrance in a wide circle over and over and over again had her craving deep, hard thrusts to quell her building need. The vibration against her clit changed patterns, going from a steady buzz to hard pulses and back to a steady buzz. Her body jerked involuntarily as a quick and dirty orgasm caught her by surprise.

She tore her mouth from Gabe’s as her head dropped back and she called out to the moon roof of the car.

“Wait. There’s more. Are you wet?” Gabe whispered in her ear.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

His index and ring fingers slid against her pussy lips, holding them apart as the speed of the rod rotating in her opening picked up and the vibration against her clit continued to alternate patterns. The warm tingles against both lips made her rock her hips into his hand.

“Oh dear God,” she gasped. The pleasure was so intense she couldn’t do more than cling to his shoulders.

“You like it?”

“Yes!”

Within seconds she was coming again. This time she grabbed the back of his head and buried his face into her chest. “I need cock,” she said and when he didn’t immediately fill her, she tugged his head from her breasts and yelled, “I need cock, Gabe! I need it now.”

“Here?”

“Yes, yes, anywhere. Fuck me.”

He began fumbling with his belt. Fly open, he lifted his hips so he could free his cock. Thank God he was already hard. She took his thick shaft in one hand and gasped when his gloved hand moved away from her throbbing pussy.

“Condom?” he asked breathlessly.

“We don’t need one.” They’d already discussed not using them, but she was glad he had the sense to ask in the heat of the moment in case she’d changed her mind.

Melanie took him inside, riding him hard. Forcing him deeper and deeper with every downward motion of her hips until she finally felt full. So full. Now she just needed some friction.

“Oh God, Melanie,” he said. “You feel so good. So good.”

He felt amazing inside her, but she was too worked up to form words. She murmured something and rode him faster and faster, trying to rub the ache away. More, more, more, she thought. Until the pleasure finally exploded and she called out in bliss. He lifted his hips off the seat to pump up into her, once, twice, and then groaned as he joined her in climax.

She went limp against him, trying to catch her breath and regain her senses, but both eluded her.

He rubbed his mouth against her temple. “You made me come way too fast, baby. I’ll probably to need to fuck you like that a few more times this weekend,” he said, “and then I might be able to keep it together long enough to make love to you slowly and thoroughly.”