[A definite chance of being driven into a tree if he stops versus the possibility that they'll drive into a tree if he keeps going? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he should obviously keep going, to reduce the risk of harm to the both of them.
He can provide more friction, but he's still not tugging her underwear down or aside yet. As far as he's concerned, she deserves to be tormented just as badly as he was only hours before. His lips return to her neck, and then to her ear, nibbling slightly.]
[Was she this bad to him? Probably so and she just didn't notice. She never does until it's done to her and her toes are curling with anticipation and need and damn him for making her swerve a little off to the side when he presses a little harder into her. It's still not enough.]
Jesus, Jimmy, fuck.
[She's tempted to pull over right now, but is that cheating? He didn't say anything about her having to keep driving...]
[He laughs a little as she swerves, although really, he probably shouldn't be laughing at anything that could endanger them. Then again, he's always had a strange attitude towards danger, so he's not intending to stop.]
What? Somethin' wrong?
[He can't get her underwear off entirely, not without some gymnastics, but he can pull them aside slightly to let his fingers find their way to her bare skin instead, rubbing gently, knowing damn well it's probably not enough friction for her taste.]
[The words spill out of her mouth, fast and breathless as she leans forward onto the wheel both to force her eyes onto the road and the rest of her body into his touch. Angela wants to beat her head against the dashboard for starting something that's difficult for her to finish. Maybe now she'll learn her lesson.
She curses again when he finally--thank god--touches her properly. It's really not enough, but it's better what he was giving her before.]
Gonna pull over. [Easier said than done, though. Find a decent place, hidden enough where they won't be caught, to pull over isn't in sight.]
[She's welcome to try to find a place to pull over, but he's not going to stop touching her while she looks. Sure, it might be a little difficult, when she's this distracted, but he likes her reactions, and who could really blame him? His fingers keep up their lazy pace, and his eyes are on her, not on the road, not all helping her find a place to pull over.]
[Is she whining? Yes, but it's that needy little whine he's probably more than familiar with, the kind that says she wants more without her actually saying the words. Talking is hard enough when she has to drive while doing it. Three things at once is damn near impossible.]
[Hearing her say 'please' like that gives him a rush, he has to admit. That's why he's willing to speed up his pace a little, to increase the pressure, to give her the friction she's looking for.]
[For a second, her eyes flutter shut and the car swerves again. If they get home in one piece, it'll be a miracle. At this point, it's another thing Angela doesn't care about as long as he keeps that pace up. Her body shudders and she let goes of a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She's slick against his hand, hips canting up instinctively towards the warm skin of his fingertips and if she doesn't find a shoulder to pull onto, she's going to be the one losing her mind today.]
[This is undoubtedly, indisputably, 100% completely dangerous, but from the way he doesn't break his rhythm or slow his pace at all -- how could he, with her tilting her hips towards him like that? -- he doesn't really care. He's pretty sure that they'll survive, even if she doesn't find a place to pull over. He'd survived her essentially doing the same, after all. He bites at her neck again, not too hard, but hard enough.]
[They're both a couple of horny idiots who really shouldn't be in a moving machine weighing a ton or two. The road's not as empty as it was earlier either. It's only a matter of time before another driver calls the cops on them thinking she's a drunk driver and they'll have to explain that no, it's not alcohol, just him copping a feel and her not exactly stopping him from doing it.
Luckily for all on the road, there's a turnoff into the woods just a few feet ahead and Angela cuts the corner into it with a speed that just shouldn't be done in the little hatchback of hers. Once they're far enough from the road, she rushes the car into park and throws her head back, moaning and cursing loudly like she's been holding it for days.]
[Nobody should ever give Jimmy the opportunity to control a moving machine weighing a couple tons; he's just too damn impulsive to avoid doing things like this.
There's a part of him that's kinda disappointed when she pulls over -- he'd been enjoying driving her crazy as she'd been driving the car -- but on the other hand, it gives him the chance to take off his damn seatbelt and shift around in his seat so that he can get a better angle for touching her. There's obviously amusement on his face as he finally finds the right angle for giving the proper amount of pressure and friction to his stroking and rubbing.]
[Now she can fully close her eyes and concentrate on the sensation of him rubbing against her clit, that swollen nub of flesh wet with her juices and the movement of her hips still moving up against him. And with her hands free, she can pull him towards her mouth by his hair and kiss him, deeply and maybe a little sloppily, with a needy nature that's all his fault.]
[He kisses back, letting the kiss be as deep and sloppy as she wants, leaning into her a little. There's a smile on his face, even as he's kissing her, and he can't help chuckling a little as she moves her hips against him, not because it's funny, really, but because it's so damn good to feel her like that, aroused and needy, driven crazy just because of the way he's using his hands.]
[She doesn't think she tells him enough how skilled his hands are. Sure, she compliments his lips and eyes and hair, but his hands are something magical sometimes. Angela will have to remember to pump up his ego after this.
The laughing at a time like this confuses her, though, so she pulls away a bit, not enough that his hand moves from between her legs but just enough that she can speak.]
[It's hard to come up with exactly the right word. "Sexy" is definitely true, but it doesn't really sum it up. Besides, he's a little distracted, trying to concentrate on the best way to make her squirm and moan.]
[From all his teasing, naturally. And why is she still wearing her seatbelt? It's impeding her movement and Jesus Christ, she could probably get off so much faster if she got rid of it.]
[Oh, go to hell, Jimmy. The only good thing about him moving away is that she gets the chance to unbuckle her seatbelt and scramble over into his lap, pulling the lever to recline the car seat.]
Remember what I said about the tree? Just because I'm not driving right now doesn't mean I stopped meaning it.
[She would reply 'Stop stopping then, asshole', but with that kind of kiss, she'd rather not talk. That doesn't mean she doesn't take hold of his hand and push it back between her thighs again, this time guiding his hand with hers just the way she wants it. None of this fooling around bullshit. Angela's aching for her orgasm and she's willing to do anything and everything for it.]
[He's perfectly happy to be directed, following her guidance, and he's not intending to stop or pull away anytime soon, not until she's gotten exactly what she wants. At a certain point, teasing just isn't fair anymore, after all. He doesn't break the kiss as his fingers move, following her instruction.]
[Thank mercy for that because it doesn't take too long for her to tense up on him, hips grinding to a halt, as she trembles and whimpers into his mouth. Angela bites his lip, eyes shut tight, riding out the last few tremors of her orgasm that's been a long time coming.
Once her high dies down, she slumps against him, head lolling onto his shoulder, chuckling.]
[Damn those eyes. If she was serious, they definitely would work. Even then, she's putting a hand over them because if he asks her for something right now, she'll be hard pressed to say no.]
You take too much pleasure in me being frustrated.
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He can provide more friction, but he's still not tugging her underwear down or aside yet. As far as he's concerned, she deserves to be tormented just as badly as he was only hours before. His lips return to her neck, and then to her ear, nibbling slightly.]
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Jesus, Jimmy, fuck.
[She's tempted to pull over right now, but is that cheating? He didn't say anything about her having to keep driving...]
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What? Somethin' wrong?
[He can't get her underwear off entirely, not without some gymnastics, but he can pull them aside slightly to let his fingers find their way to her bare skin instead, rubbing gently, knowing damn well it's probably not enough friction for her taste.]
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[The words spill out of her mouth, fast and breathless as she leans forward onto the wheel both to force her eyes onto the road and the rest of her body into his touch. Angela wants to beat her head against the dashboard for starting something that's difficult for her to finish. Maybe now she'll learn her lesson.
She curses again when he finally--thank god--touches her properly. It's really not enough, but it's better what he was giving her before.]
Gonna pull over. [Easier said than done, though. Find a decent place, hidden enough where they won't be caught, to pull over isn't in sight.]
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[She's welcome to try to find a place to pull over, but he's not going to stop touching her while she looks. Sure, it might be a little difficult, when she's this distracted, but he likes her reactions, and who could really blame him? His fingers keep up their lazy pace, and his eyes are on her, not on the road, not all helping her find a place to pull over.]
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[Is she whining? Yes, but it's that needy little whine he's probably more than familiar with, the kind that says she wants more without her actually saying the words. Talking is hard enough when she has to drive while doing it. Three things at once is damn near impossible.]
Please...
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[Hearing her say 'please' like that gives him a rush, he has to admit. That's why he's willing to speed up his pace a little, to increase the pressure, to give her the friction she's looking for.]
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Luckily for all on the road, there's a turnoff into the woods just a few feet ahead and Angela cuts the corner into it with a speed that just shouldn't be done in the little hatchback of hers. Once they're far enough from the road, she rushes the car into park and throws her head back, moaning and cursing loudly like she's been holding it for days.]
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There's a part of him that's kinda disappointed when she pulls over -- he'd been enjoying driving her crazy as she'd been driving the car -- but on the other hand, it gives him the chance to take off his damn seatbelt and shift around in his seat so that he can get a better angle for touching her. There's obviously amusement on his face as he finally finds the right angle for giving the proper amount of pressure and friction to his stroking and rubbing.]
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The laughing at a time like this confuses her, though, so she pulls away a bit, not enough that his hand moves from between her legs but just enough that she can speak.]
What's so funny?
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[It's hard to come up with exactly the right word. "Sexy" is definitely true, but it doesn't really sum it up. Besides, he's a little distracted, trying to concentrate on the best way to make her squirm and moan.]
I just like seein' you like this, is all.
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[From all his teasing, naturally. And why is she still wearing her seatbelt? It's impeding her movement and Jesus Christ, she could probably get off so much faster if she got rid of it.]
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[And just to add to that frustration, he pulls his hand away, putting it on her inner thigh instead.]
Y'know, if it's too frustratin', I can stop.
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Remember what I said about the tree? Just because I'm not driving right now doesn't mean I stopped meaning it.
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[This cocky grin on his face? Yeah, it's not going anywhere. He pulls her down for another kiss, deep and lingering.]
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Once her high dies down, she slumps against him, head lolling onto his shoulder, chuckling.]
Never again am I trying anything new with you.
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[He's giving her his best puppy-dog eyes. Are they working?]
I thought that was a whole hell of a lotta fun.
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You take too much pleasure in me being frustrated.
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[You can cover his eyes, but you can't cover this grin.]
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