113. Natalie

Chapter 113

Natalie

Holy shit.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

Luke isn’t stopping.

He just keeps going.

Keeps rubbing.

Every turn we make, every time the driver brakes, Luke applies more pressure.

The friction of having the layer of fabric between my throbbing clit and his fingertips is more intense than I know what to do with.

And he’s not stopping.

“It’s better if you take the next turn,” Luke says in a casual voice to the driver.

I don’t know if he’s serious or trying to cover up the sounds of me panting. But I don’t care. I can’t stop myself.

The driver says something back, and Luke replies, but he keeps working his fingers.

Never stopping.

I want him inside me.

I want him to touch my breasts. Kiss me.

I want to feel him everywhere.

I don’t want to come like this.

But I’m going to.

We’re two blocks away from home, and I’m going to.