ft. Vivian Hugo, fingering, bratty behavior on both ends, lwk just suggestive teasing 18+
There are times you question what exactly he means to you.
You're trying to avoid the heat of his gaze burning into the sides of your face- but it proves to be quite hard with the way his fingers idly trace your inner thigh..
The steering wheel creaks under your grip in your attempt to save the both of you from a car crash-
He's being a bastard about it.
Who the hell slips their digits into the panties of their poor driver? Perhaps someone with a death wish.
You wouldn't be too surprised.
A hitch in breath and the way your thighs squeeze his hand in warning has him letting out a content hum
"Hugo.." you hiss, bracing a hand on the wheel while the other pushes at his forearm
He tilts his head at the action, surrendering by making a compromise of gripping your thigh instead.. staring at you with a dead gaze, in search of approval.
"Better.." you grit out- slowly moving both hands onto the wheel again.. thanking whichever god helped you avoid death today.
Or maybe it's fate or whatever destiny bullshit the man beside you believed in.
You can't help but glance at him through the rear-view mirror.. immediately flickering your gaze back to the road ahead when you find him looking directly at you through the lens
"Amor.. she's singing for me.." he grumbles lowly, hooking a pinky over the poor string of your panties.. circling his index over the damp cloth covering your heat.. and for fuck's sake- maybe the gods aren't to be thanked just yet.
"Hugo. Get your hands off me before we end up on the news.." you hiss trying to move your thigh away, to which he just stubbornly grips tighter and presses your thigh back down..
He pointedly disobeys, sliding his fingers back to where he'd proclaimed they belonged.. there's a lazy intensity in the way he studies your reactions, brushing his digit over your nub teasingly..
You'd blame his contradictory demeanor on Charles.. bad influence.
You couldn't help but flutter your eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation..
The jerk of the car however has you regaining whatever sense you had left, swerving the car to park on edge of the highway.. breath heavy before a sharp glare is directed his way- hands darting out to fist the front of his shirt before you could process the violence.
"Just what do you think you're doing when I'm driv-" your words trail off to a shriek and suddenly muffled with the heat of his mouth against yours
His hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you over the console and into his lap in one swift motion- gently smacking his hand over the skin before soothing over it, still occupied with swallowing down your sounds..
There's reverence in the way his hands settle on your waist, tracing up slowly and he lets out a vibrating hum of approval against your lips when you shiver against him.
"Just melt for me, will you..?" He whispers positioning you on his hips
"We are in the middle of a highway..!" You hiss when his mouth leaves yours to trail down your jaw, his thumb occupied with pressing against your thundering pulse
"When has location stopped us.." he murmurs into the hollow of your throat, sucking a bruise there that you'd scold him for if not for how fuzzy your mind was
"You refused to fuck me in the library.." you scoff out and he stills.. sighing as he bit lightly at the edge of your jaw
"Sweetheart.. I fingered you the entire time.." he says with a hint of exasperation.. as he flutters his eyes shut- shuddering at the rememberance of how you shamelessly straddled his thigh and demanded his attention over the book he was 'reading'
"So? You still denied me.." you grumble circling your hips over his lap.. something like satisfaction lighting up in your eyes at the feel of his tightening pants
"How do you expect me to multi-task.. I can't focus when I'm inside you.." he states lowly, brushing your hair out of your face with a light touch
"Was the book really that interesting..?" You ask with a raised brow, pinching his side in reprimand
He merely tilts his head, unaffected by your little action as he raised a hand to cage your wrist against his abdomen before trailing it up to rest on his shoulder
"Not more than you.." he admits.. barely remembering the plot.. he had been way too focused on your sweet noises against his shoulder and the way you squirmed on his thigh..
You hum in satisfaction, a grin overtaking your face when he lifts you just enough for him to unbuckle his belt.. immediately pulling on it and almost snagging it against the seatbelt-
"Eager.." he comments, lightly bucking his hips up and you just scoff tossing the belt aside while he experimentally tugs at your waistband
"Can I guess the colour..?" He asks quietly, looking up at you with drilling eyes and for some reason.. you grow just a little bit wetter at the action..
"Mm.. be quick.." you murmur a little snappily.. a bit discontent with the fact you couldn't squeeze your thighs around him because of the cramped location-
"White.." he murmurs way too confidently.. and your nose scrutches slightly as you slowly shake your head
"No.." you mumble dryly and he just lifts his brows in something like mock disbelief- thumb brushing over the exposed skin of your waist
"No..?" He asks softly, still holding your gaze with unwavering intensity
"No.." you grumble.. despite the fact you'd honestly forgotten what you'd worn- it wouldn't be long before he found out anyway..
"If I find out you're lying to me.." he trails off hollowly, fingers dipping your waistband again to tug the string to rest on your hipbone
"Hm.. Pink..?" he whispers with an air of surprise and you just roll your eyes, grinding on the hardness in his lap
"Boo-hoo. Need a consolatory prize..?" You ask sarcastically while he quietly drags down your skirt, muffling any other sarcastic comment to tumble out with a thumb gently pressing on your tongue
"Mhm.. you're more than enough."
Warmth floods your stomach..
You wouldn't mind whatever this arrangement is- if it meant he'd be between your thighs, looking at you with the same steady heat in his eyes.
