Car – Car sex

Ft: Ridge Holland

Glancing up from the book on my phone to my travel buddy to find him sulking in the driver's seat. "Stop sulking, big guy. It could have happened to anyone. The tow truck will be here. Nothing to do but wait."

He glares out the windshield.

"Or continue to sulk," I shrug. "Doesn't matter to me."

"We're gonna be late."

"The ones that need to know, know what's going on. There's no need to worry about your job. Everyone knows shit happens."

"I've never been late in my life."

"Well then you're due," I state dully, checking my messages. "We're supposed to just head to the next town. We're not needed at the show tonight."

"Fuck."

"Language."

"How are you so calm?"

"Asked like a man who didn't grow up with shitty cars," I sigh. "This isn't my first time on the side of the road, Bud. It's been an hour. I've spent days on the side of road before."

"What?"

"Rual roads and Daddy's shitty trucks," I shrug, pulling my reading app back up. "Just sit back, relax, and find something to take your mind off the time."

"Whatcha reading?"

"A book."

"One of those dirty books that women like?"

I feel the blood rush to my face. "What I do to entertain myself is none of your business, Ridge."

"That's a yes," he smirks.

"Why do ya read stuff like that?"

"You have no idea what I'm reading."

"You want me to take my mind off the time. Help me."

"It's been forty five minutes. And I told you once already that what I do to entertain myself is none of your business."

Snatching the phone from my hands, he skims down words on the screen, his face turning red.

"Ridge! Rude," I growl.

After a second pass, he tosses it back into my lap. I lower my head to hide behind my hair. "Why am I acting ashamed," I think. "I'm a grown ass woman. I can read whatever I want."

"Why," he asks again.

I shrug. "I guess the same reason everyone reads. Fantasy. Escapism. Entertainment." Raising my eyes slightly I see him shifting in his seat. A visible bulge in his jeans. "Because it gives me the same reaction it gave you. I need to refresh my alone time imagery."

He folds his hands in his lap. "Do you want to do that…"

"Do what? Fuck an alien? No…Well, I would have to see the alien first to rule it out," I smirk. "It's fantasy. A way to experience something different without actually…you know…fucking a monster. Or…other things."

"What other things?"

"Doesn't matter."

Strong fingers under my chin lifts my eyes to look into his. The question clear there.

"Sometimes I ignore the descriptions of the characters and imagine myself and other people I may know," I whisper.

"Who?"

"Who do you think about when you masturbate?"

"You," he smirks.

"Wh…Wha…What," I sputter.

"I think about you, Thea," he states matter of factly, staring out the windshield.

"That's not funny, Ridge."

"I think about what it feels like to touch you. Taste you. What it feels like to be buried so deep inside of you that we become one." He glances over at me before staring out the side window, the flush from his face making its way down his neck. "So now you know."

I wet my suddenly dry lips, my mind reeling. My own confession on the tip of my tongue. Finally leaning forward on shaky hands on the center console, my lips inches from his ear. "I think about where you would want to take me," I whisper. "Like are you just a bed kinda guy? Can these muscles keep me up while you slam into me in some random arena hallway," my fingers trail down his bicep and forearm. "Can these thick fingers make me come silently in the backseat while you jabber along with Shea and Butch in the front seat?" My fingers slide down and in between his. "Would you like it if I rode your cock," I whisper, my hand sliding his along the bulge.

A low groan rumbles through his chest.

"Do you like it slow? Or do you like it fast and rough?" My lips brush lightly along the flush skin. "I can take you either way. I'm such a good girl like that," I purr. "Just tell me what you're feeling at that moment and I would give you everything I have. Or maybe you just want my mouth. Throat fucking me until you can't hold it anymore. I'll milk every drop from you."

He gasps harshly as I start pressing kisses to his neck. "Oh, Jesus, you can't do that."

"You started this. But if you're done with me." I start to sit back, disentangling myself from him.

He whimpers, moving faster than a man his size in such a cramped area should, yanking me into his lap.

"Want more," he grunts between peppering kisses along my throat, rutting up into me.

"More what? More of me telling you what I think about? More of me?"

"You," he groans as I start pressing down to meet his hips.

"What's stopping you," I question, nipping along his jaw.

"I can get very loud," stressing the word, his hands coming to rest on my hips. "I'm not exactly hard to please, and because of that…Well, er, I'm a vocal bastard."

"We've been here an hour and haven't seen a single car pass," I smirk. "The tow truck won't be here for another hour at the earliest. Must be a busy day for them."

He glances around before yanking my shirt over my head, groaning as he buries his face into my cleavage. His hands move to work the button on my jeans.

The noise I make as his teeth find my nipple through my bra, waking my body up more would be embarrassing if I hadn't just confessed all my fantasies involving the man moments ago.

"Much better than my mind could think up. Do you always make such great noises?"

"It's been so long I don't remember, honestly," I groan, moving to straddle him. My hands working the clasp of my bra before sliding the article from my body.

Finally able to use both hands he gets the jean's button open. "Make that noise again, Love." His hand plunges beneath my jeans and panties. "Please. Fuck you are so wet." One finger circling my clit as the thumb and forefinger of his opposite hand working my nipple.

I seek out his lips, barely containing the growl as his tongue shoves into my mouth. Licking at my open mouth as I grind down against his finger. His thumb kept circling, teasing the taut skin of my breasts mercilessly. Every sound I make he echoes dazedly, pushing me closer to the edge.

"So close," I whimper.

"What do you need, Love."

I press my breast together and up towards his mouth. "Please."

He obliges, lashing his tongue over one nipple then the other. The electric tension shooting between his mouth and hand has me going over the edge, a whorish moan filling the car.

"I have to be inside you. I have to." He gasps against my skin, his hands moving to shove my jeans from my hips. Moving back to my original seat, he yanks the material of my jeans and panties down my legs before turning his attention to his own jeans. I kneel on the center console, my fingers threading through his short hair pulling a groan from him.

Once his jeans are shoved below his knees, "Get on my cock, Thea."

Straddling him once more, Ridge wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, holding himself steady for me.

"Just…go slow. I'd hate to jump the gun," He mumbles, his attention fixed on the apex of my thighs. I tilt his chin up with one finger as I slowly sink down onto him, wanting to see his reaction. The large man didn't disappoint, his eyes rolling back in his head in bliss. "Jesus fuck," he groans.

"God, you're huge," I moan, canting my hips back and forth in an attempt to settle onto him more evenly.

"Don't move, shit-" Ridge groping my thighs, panting, "Love, if you move I will absolutely come. Just give me a second."

"We should have done this ages ago." I moaned. "You feel incredible, oh my God-"

His hips move ever so slowly, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, holding me open.

"Tell me if I'm too rough."

"I can take whatever you give me," I smirk. "But if it's too much I'll let you know."

He buried his cock in you as deeply as he could and I cry out in delight, my nails scratching at his scalp. "God," he groans. "God, you'll ruin me. "You're incredible, you're so fuckin' incredible." His rhythm is slow and deep. "You're so fucking tight. I'm not hurting ya am I?"

I shake my head, trying to move against his grip. "More. Please."

His hands leave my thighs to bury in my hair, tugging gently. "What do you need my love?"

My hips move quicker, and he quickly starts to match my pace roughly. Our bodies meeting with wet smacks. His volume increased with my own, his deep growls and rumbles of satisfaction doing wonders for my fever-pitched arousal. "So close."

"Just let go, Thea. Come on, Love. Let me feel ya." His mouth drops back to my chest, his tongue lashing over my nipples.

"Oh fuck," I moan, my hand going to the handle above the door to ground myself. "Oh Ridge," I shiver.

A prolonged growl precedes his own finish as I go boneless against his torso.

"We didn't think this through, Love," he sighs, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hmmmm," I hum.

"Nothing to clean you up with." His fingers slide up and down my spine.

I shrug the best I can. "I can just be a dirty girl until we get to the hotel and a shower. Not gonna kill me."

He chuckles softly before a door slamming behind the car has us jumping apart.

"You get dressed, I'll head him off," he yanks his pants up. "Can't have any delays getting you back to my hotel room. You did give me a whole list to work through." He smirks, pecking my lips before disappearing.