Random Fiction (I've Written Over the Years)

The Drive Home (Paul Lahote 💚)

"Well what would you like to do?" I asked, looking out the window. My thoughts still dirty. I couldn't help but think about Paul touching me.

"You..." Paul mumbled suddenly making me snap my head over and stare at him, he just glanced at me giving me a a cocky smirk. I wasn't expecting him to again be so direct.

"Excuse me?" I joked as if I was offended, but I wasn't, in fact it made me clench my legs together. It's how smoothly he said it.

"I said," he looked me up and down, "I want to fuck you." He said a lot more confidently, that cocky shit eating grin still on his face. I couldn't help but blush once again, he was being very BOLD tonight.

I didn't know how to react to his statement so I rolled my eyes, looking everywhere but at him. Though my thoughts were heavy as I imagined Paul hovering over me, thrusting into me, and I sighed. I nearly jumped when I felt him place a hand on my thigh. 

"I don't bite, baby" he chuckled as he began to rub my thigh ever so slightly. Making my throat go dry and my body squirm a little. I kept quiet so Paul kept talking, "I've been thinking about how tight you are all night" he lingered on the word tight, again looking over at me up and down. He was waiting for a response, but all he got was a shiver that ripped through my body. He laughed to himself,  "I've been wanting to taste you...and fill you..."

Why was he teasing me? His words were definitely turning me on. "You know, I could just pull over right now and fuck you, if you'd rather baby?"

"Paul," I finally said, "Your fuck boy is showing..." giving a small giggle. This caused him to laugh, "Don't try to change the subject, how long have you been thinking about me?"

I sat there, undeniably turned on. Stunned, unable to talk. I always knew Paul was bold, but not this bold. He'd make cocky remarks before, but never this direct.  The dirty talk was starting to take a toll on me, as my body started shaking with anticipation. The offer of him pulling over and just fucking me starting to sound more like a good idea.

"I asked you a question..." He smirked.

"You know I've been thinking about you all night," I admitted. "That's what I thought." He sighed.

Cocky shit.

"Paul..." I whined, I wasn't used to guys being so direct, and Paul was definitely giving off big dick energy. I couldn't help but feel my walls clench, his hand still resting on my thigh, rubbing slightly.

"Yes baby?" He asked innocently, twitching his head with a smile. His hand that was on my thigh slowly started to inch closer and closer to my core.

"You're teasing me..."

"I know." He stated confidently. He was proud of his successful teasing, "I can't help it baby, I love the way you... react to me...it's like you can't help it" he gave my thigh a nice tight squeeze. " Just look at how you react to my touch."

"Stop" I almost begged, slumping back, getting to the the point where if he didn't stop talking I was going to jump him.

"I don't think I will." He continued to tease. Now his fingers were drawing little circles. He knew exactly what he was doing. I think he was getting excited or something because his his breathing got a little harder and he moved in his seat, sliding his hips forwards then back again sitting up a bit straighter.

"Why don't you move a little closer to daddy?" Paul suddenly said, making my stomach doing a flip flop. His tone was low and demanding. As we rounded a bend, he looked over at me, I hadn't moved an inch. I was a bit nervous as to what might come, if I moved over. But it was something I desperately wanted. "C'mon don't be shy baby." He said, removing his hand off my thigh and patting the spot next to him, giving me another quick glance. I took a deep breath and I sighed, unbuckling my seat belt the sliding over next to him.