Crazy day yesterday, and FUCK that Giants' game was AWESOME! I can't wait to watch the Super Bowl rematch in two weeks.
SM still owns them, but I manipulate them—seems like a fair trade.
For rathbonejunkie, this should explain "inconsequential."
Chapter Thirty-Four
EPOV
A savage groan rumbled through my chest, my hand tightening around the steering wheel while I reached to still the hand that worked down my zipper.
"Baby, I'm gonna wreck your car if you don't stop," I warned, my tone lacking conviction.
"Then maybe we need to find someplace to pull over."
Shivering, my dick now at full mast and wanting in on the party, I rolled my hips into his hand that had snaked inside my cargo shorts. I groaned, trying to keep control of the car when he measured off the length of my shaft, his thumb flicking over the damp spot on my boxer briefs.
"Carlisle…I…fuck…babe, we gotta…" coherent thought escaped me while I struggled to regain my focus.
While his fingers danced over my shaft, each touch calculated to keep me teetering on the edge; his mouth continued to torment my neck with teasing nips followed by suckling bites, leaving me breathless. I didn't even care that my skin would probably be marked in the morning. Unable to resist the delicious agony of his touch, I pressed my hand down over top of his, seeking any sort of relief. He arched his hand up under mine to push it away, leaving only the tips of his fingers circled around the fabric-covered head.
"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel; I've got everything under control," Carlisle breathed in my ear, his tongue wreaking havoc on my ear while his other hand ghosted over my bicep, the muscle bunching from the grip I had on the steering wheel.
Reluctantly removing my hand from over his, I returned it to the wheel, my breath escaping me in a ragged rush when his fingers worked through the flap of my briefs. Easing out just the head of my leaking cock, he stroked his thumb across it, smearing the moisture around the throbbing tip. His other hand slid under my arm, then across my chest, pulling on my nipple that pebbled under his touch.
"Car—lisle," I growled through gritted teeth, my jaw clenched so tight I thought it would shatter.
Ignoring me, his lips returned to the corded muscles of my neck, every searing swipe of his touch pushing me closer to the precipice. Sweat beaded on my forehead from the strain of maintaining my focus on the road. Carlisle's agile fingers and thumb twisted and swiped, tightened and released, pressing and pulling on just the sensitive skin of my head. Grateful for the cruise control, I let my knees fall further open my toes curling into the floorboard, knowing I needed to find someplace to stop—immediately. The extended teasing had every muscle in my body screaming for release.
Spying a turn-off for a rest area, I pulled off into the darkened parking lot and jammed my foot down on the brake pedal, not a minute too soon. Carlisle's mouth and hands were everywhere at once. Biting my jaw, he flicked a finger across my nipple, and twisted once more around my shaft, pressing his fingertips into the frenulum. My head fell back, my hips thrust up and stars exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm ripped through me.
Readingmama – not quite the road head you were looking for, but will this suffice?