Danger And Pleasure

Sienna

For the first few minutes, I couldn't form words—I was too flabbergasted, too stunned by the audacity of it all. My lips parted to finally speak, but Alex beat me to it. As Always.

He suddenly pressed harder on the accelerator, the car roaring as it surged forward. My heart lurched into my throat.

What in the—

"What the hell are you doing, Alex? Slow down!" I gasped, my eyes glued to the blur of the road ahead, mind spiraling.

"There's one thing I've never done in my life, Flower..." His gaze cut to me instead of the road, which only made my pulse spike harder. "...and unfortunate for you....that's slowing down."

Before I could react, his hand moved with a deliberate, terrifying confidence—unzipping my shorts and slipping inside.

Fuck!

"Alex!" My breath hitched as his fingers grazed over me, just above the thin fabric of my panties. I squeezed my thighs shut on instinct, "Stop." The word was there, but it lacked conviction, betraying me.

Even I myself didn't know if I wanted it or not and surely, Alex having the ability to read my mind, could already sense it, so he proved, with his next statement.

"Do you really want me to?" His tone was silk laced with danger, his touch teasing slow circles over my clit, "Because I don't think you do."

"I—yes, I—" My protest broke into a gasp as his fingers slid beneath the fabric, sinking inside of my pussy without hesitation. "Shit..." My head fell back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut, betraying me further.

It was sick. Fucking sick to admit it that....there was a magical rhythm in his movements. And somehow my body seemed to be in tune with it more than it ever had with anything.

"Already soaked," he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction. His fingers moved with steady, maddening precision. "And you'd still lie, pretend you don't want me?" He laughed low, dark, shaking his head.

"Alex..." I gripped his wrist, half in desperation, half in need. "The road—watch the road! We could fucking die!"

"I won't let you die," he said simply, curling his fingers inside me. My body jolted, hips trembling as I bit back another cry, nails digging into his skin.

"Tell me, Flower..." His eyes stayed locked on mine, unreadable and wild. "How many times can I make you cum before we crash? Once?" A finger withdrew, then plunged back in. "Twice?" Another joined it, stretching me. "Thrice?"

My chest heaved. My pulse was a frantic drumbeat in my ears, louder than the car's engine.

"Or maybe..." His thumb pressed against my clit, drawing a ragged moan from my throat, "...more than that?"

"Fuck..." The curse spilled from me, raw and breathless.

The speed of the car blurred reality, danger twisting with desire until I couldn't tell them apart. My heart screamed fear, but my body? My body betrayed me with every desperate clench around his fingers.

"You look at me, Flower." His hand slipped away for a fraction of a second, the loss making me snap my eyes open, searching for him.

He leaned closer, lips brushing against mine—hovering, taunting. "Eyes on me. Only me."

And as he pulled back, his hand dove inside again, fingers finding that spot with merciless accuracy. A broken moan tore free, my gaze shackled to his.

I couldn't look away. Didn't want to. The world outside the car disappeared. All that existed was Alex—his fingers, his eyes, the sick, shameful thrill curling inside of me. I should have been terrified. Maybe I was. But beneath the fear was something worse.

A part of me—the darkest, ugliest part—was enjoying every second of it.

"Oh how beautifully it grips around my fingers as if it was made for me..." a small smirk curved on his lips but his breathing was heavy—I could feel it in his breath—the raw aching desire.

I swallowed at his words, and his fingers found my sweet spot again. A soft moan slipped past my lips, this time my gaze locked on him only. Then, without warning, he pushed his  fingers inside me deeper, thrusting in and out, making my walls clench around him with every movement.

I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. Looking at him only heightened the desire I didn't want to admit I had.

Soft moans escaped me as he continued his torment, and it felt as if he could read me like a book. Every gasp, every whimper was drawn out by his precision, his knowledge

I didn't care that we could die—I only wanted the sweet release he was forcing from me. My walls clenched around his fingers, my pussy throbbed, and the orgasm inched closer.

"Are you about to come, Flower?" he asked.

"Yes..." I breathed, barely above a whisper, my body trembling.

"Your cunt obeys me more than you do," he murmured, pinching my clit. "Come for me. Right now."

His fingers moved faster, a few more pumps, and I shattered around him, my body convulsing, moans spilling brazenly into the car. My hips bucked against the seatbelt, trying to contain the sensations, but it was impossible. My heart pounded, my breath caught in ragged gasps.

God... what was happening to me? What the hell was going on in my life?

"We're here," Alex said casually.

I blinked, finally glancing out the window to see the coffee shop's sign.

What in the...?

How had we gotten here? I was sure that, given his driving, we would have died on the streets long ago.

Before I could ask, Alex pulled his hand out of my shorts and slowly sucked his fingers, savoring every drop.

"Your cunt's sweeter than your words," he said, eyes dark, making me want to hide. Then he leaned in to button my shorts, zip me up, and undo my seatbelt. "Let's go. Time for a taste of my favorite coffee shop in town. I'm pretty sure you love coffee, given how bitter you are," he teased, stepping out of the car and opening the door for me.

I got out of the cars, legs shaky, heart beating like a mess and this only made the devil happier as a knowing smile formed on his lips.