Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

the edge of the seat with the other, Miranda bit down on her moan as he tucked two fingers into his mouth and withdrew them, wet and shimmering in the orange glow.

      ‘Just like you are,’ he said, his voice a delicious growl as he rested his hand on her abdomen.

      Miranda dug her nails into the upholstery beneath her as he slid his slick fingers over bare flesh, over the narrow triangle of hair that led the way to where she was soaked and ready.

      He evaded her clit, instead sliding his thumb through the slippery valley between her swollen nether lips.

      ‘I’m dying to turn the overhead light on and get a good look, but I don’t want to draw any attention and get arrested for fingering you in a church parking lot.’

      Whatever came next would be good, she knew, but not good enough, not until that hard thing she could see only in shadow was buried inside her wet and welcoming passage.

      Keeping her hold on the headrest, she reached low and took his hand. She pushed forward and sucked his fingers into her mouth, right to the knuckle.

      He moaned as she withdrew, showing him her tongue where the taste of her juices popped on her taste buds, then tucked his hand back between her legs.

      ‘If you won’t let me do it, at least jerk off while you’re playing with me.’

      ‘Yes, ma’am.’

      He dropped his other hand to his lap. He sucked in a deep breath, and inside her head Miranda echoed his desire for more light. She wanted to watch him stroke himself now that he was filling her with those long fingers.

      A rhythm built between them, guided by the dual movements of his hands on himself and inside her. Miranda pushed up to meet the firm thrust of his fingers and held onto his solid forearm, marvelling as he seemed to send electric shivers from the tips.

      ‘Aren’t you worried about your fancy upholstery again?’ she asked, laughing breathlessly.

      ‘Which one of us is going to make the mess?’

      The way he was riding her with his hand put that certainty into question. She clutched the seat back and moved as much as she could as her body became chaotic, unsure whether the root of that perfect pleasure came from his fingers rubbing her inside or his thumb rolling around and around her clitoris.

      ‘I didn’t hear an answer to that,’ he said.

      That glorious rasping tone was just as effective as his fingers. She bit her bottom lip and answered with her body, lifting her hips to match the strumming of his thumb, but Simon loosened her tongue by unleashing a frenzy at the end of his wrist, pumping her hard and fast.

      ‘Let me hear it,’ he went on savagely. ‘Are you going to come for me?’

      ‘Yes – don’t stop.’ Miranda released his hand and slapped her palm down on the dash, but with nothing to hold onto she abandoned it and gripped the seat beneath her again. The shift gave her leverage she didn’t have before.

      She wasn’t sure whether it was the car that rocked or if it was just the juddering pleasure that emanated from between her legs, and she couldn’t tell if the windows really were fogging up or if it was just the film across her eyes.

      Simon went still so suddenly that Miranda wondered if she had begun to black out, but he flexed his fingers as he slowly withdrew. As he moved slightly to place his other hand on her abdomen, she dug her nails into his precious upholstery.

      ‘It’s a tight fit in here, but I think I can make it work,’ he mused, and the low laughter that followed told her he wasn’t talking exclusively about the car.

      ‘Pervert, talking about my pussy like that,’ she joked, and as he filled her up again she stretched her leg out until her foot nudged his shoulder.

      She couldn’t get much of his expression in the smudge of the semi-darkness, but she felt the shift in the car, both physical and atmospheric. It became stifling, the charge warning her to hold tight as he filled her to the knuckle.

      The hands that framed her pussy remained still, but his fingers went to work: inside her slick walls, curling against that sweet spot with agonising precision; outside, thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging the slick hood around her clit.

      ‘Get your ass off the seat and move with me,’ he egged her on.

      Even as her brain processed his command, her body obeyed instantly. He’d found all her buttons in the awkward front seat of that car and he just kept hitting them again and again and again, not only turning her on but making her seismic.

      He went on cooing, urging and demanding, his voice going from soft and lilting in one breath to hard in the next. She used the seat, her foot on his shoulder, and her whole body to take what he gave her until it overwhelmed her.

      ‘Oh – Jesus – stop,’ she hissed without meaning it as her orgasm rocked her inner walls and sent ecstatic waves throughout her entire body.

      He didn’t stop rubbing her clit, not until she said it again and this time meant it, as the pleasure became too much. She released her hold on the seat and pushed his hand away from her belly.

      For just a few moments she allowed herself to go limp, eyes closed and head resting on the lip where the window met the car door, but Simon’s continuing exploration kept her awake. The hand she had pushed away rested on her outstretched leg while the other kept on stroking, fingers keeping those licks of electricity pulsing outward.

      She opened her eyes and covered his hand. ‘I guess I can’t bust your balls any more about the bathroom thing now that I’ve gotten off in the front seat of your car, can I?’

      ‘And my devious plan comes to fruition.’

      He gave his hand to her, slippery fingers sliding against hers in a perfect moment of quiet. She let her leg fall to rest on his thigh, and felt his hard cock rubbing against her calf.

      ‘Is there enough room for me there without snapping my neck?’

      He groaned and pulled away. ‘I think I need to get you home. We’ll be cutting it close as it is, I think.’

      He reached around her to the phone tucked into the cup holder, and the car lit up with a disappointing bluish green.

      Modesty hit her as she looked down her body. There was enough light to reveal her lewd pose: sprawled out and still throbbing before a man she barely knew.

      Even though she had just come on his fingers, Miranda wasn’t quite sure she dared to pose her question until she watched him try and wrangle his hard-on back into his pants.

      ‘So, my sister will be out the door almost as soon as I walk in it,’ she told him as she dragged her shorts up over her legs. She didn’t look at him as she spoke, she just let her words hang in the atmosphere. ‘The baby will be asleep. If you wanted to, you could come in once Juliet takes off.’

      He reached out to turn on the overhead light and gave her a wide smile as she reattached her bra. ‘Are you asking me to come home with you?’

      She grinned right back at him. ‘Yeah, I am, but only because I pity you and the hard dick you just tucked back in your pants.’

      ‘Oh, no, I get it. It has nothing to do with all the things you could do with my hard dick.’

      ‘Well, a couple of things in particular spring to mind.’ She shook out her shirt and raised a brow at him. ‘You up for it?’

      He switched off the light and turned the engine over. ‘I’m really going to count on you to make sure I don’t get lost this time.’

       Chapter Three

      She left Simon parked on the street just a few houses down from the one she and Juliet rented and walked through the kitchen