Page 91 of The Game Changer


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“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she practically purrs, the wet warmth of her hand circling around my cock again. “But first.”

My head tilts back minutely to rest against the back of the seat, still peering at the road through hooded eyes when she gives me a slow stroke from root to tip. I have to bite my lip to keep from gasping when she does a little twisting motion over my glans, milking out more of my pre-come and using it to ease the glide of her fist as she slides back down.

“Lila. Fuck.” I press harder on the brake as I glide onto the shoulder, putting the car in park and white-knuckling the steering wheel. “You’re trying to kill me. Literally.”

“Couldn’t focus on the road?” she teases me hoarsely, rolling her wrist in a way that has my eyes wanting to cross as she pumps me steadily. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”

“You’re enjoying this,” I manage through gritted teeth. “Aren’t you.”

“I am,” she admits.

“You like touching me knowing I can’t do anything about it?”

She does that twisting thing around the crown of my cock, and my mouth falls open on a shaky exhale as my hand reaches to cover hers—not taking over, just feeling her movements.

“I do,” she purrs.

“You want me to come in your fucking hand?”

“Yes.”

She starts to stroke me in earnest, my cock leaking into her fist with every crest of her hand, but it still feels like it’s not quite enough. My pulse thumps in my ears like a roar, and I’m grateful for the empty highway; the last thing I need is for someone to pull over and check on us. When I glance at Lila, I notice the way she’s watching me intently, her face lit by the soft glow of the dashboard and her expression rapt, like she’s turned on just by the sight of me unraveling.

It makes me lose my head a little.

“Spit on it,” I groan.

I feel her hand still, hear her shaky inhale. “I can use my mouth—”

“No.” I’m already shaking my head. “You put your mouth on my cock right now, I can’t guarantee I won’t haul you into the back seat, and we don’t have time for that. Not here.” I curl my fingers tighter around her fist, squeezing my cock through her grip. “But I can pretend.” I drag her hand in a slow upstroke, my abdomen tensing with the sensation. “Make it wet, sweet girl.”

“Jesus.”

“My name,” I remind her. “You say my name.”

“Ian,” she whines.

I place my hand over hers, gripping my cock by the base and holding it straight up. It takes all my willpower to refrain from doing exactly what I want to and actually drag her into the backseat, and when I hear the sound she makes when she does as I ask, when I feel the warmth of her saliva dripping down my cock and onto our joined fists—I almost lose it.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

She’s pumping me harder now, her hand still covered with mine as I guide her strokes. My grip isn’t all that tight, this is her show, after all, but I like feeling her soft skin against mine, love the way the delicate lines of her knuckles work under my palm.

“When I get you home,” I grate as she shuttles her fist up and down my cock again and again and again. “I’m going to peel that fucking dress off you.” My jaw goes slack for a moment when she leans over and spits on me again—a wet, sloppy sound ringing in the small space of the car as she strokes my cock. “And I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.”

“That’s a tall order,” she breathes, unsteadily, like it’s hard to find her voice.

It turns me on to no end that she seems to be as affected by touching me as I am by having her touch me.

“Fuck, Lila, keep doing that.” My eyes drift closed as my head tilts back against the headrest. “I’m going to fucking come. Make me come, sweet girl.”

“Ian,” she whimpers.

“Are you wet?” I bite at my lower lip, feeling my orgasm building like a hot pressure at the base of my spine but wanting to savor it for a bit longer. “If we weren’t out here on the road, could I pull you across this seat and drop you right onto my cock?”

“Yes,” she groans, her forehead pressing against my arm, which is moving in time with her hand that’s wrapped around me. “I want that.”

“You’ll get it. I’m gonna come in your hand this time, but later it’ll be in that hot little pussy of yours.”

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