I’m pissed that he’s pushing me so soon after the talk we had this morning, but I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m just getting out of my car when I see Nadia walk through the front gates and stop dead in her tracks when she sees me.
This morning I lost control when I texted her. I shouldn’t have taken it so far, but I was consumed with making sure she was taken care of, and maybe part of me wanted to be the one to do it. Okay, maybe it was all of me that wanted to, especially the swollen cock between my legs that is getting harder by the second. My eyes start at her knee-high socks and then to the bit of skin on her thigh before it’s covered by her skirt. Her shirt is fitted tight across her big tits, and the way the collar is open looks like an invitation.
“Hey.” She smiles at me as she looks up and down the street. “Are you here for Kyle?”
“Yeah, but I’m happy to see you.” My tongue swipes over the edge of my teeth as I think about pulling her ponytail and wrapping it around my wrist while she goes down on me. Fuck, I’ve got to get a grip. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. “You got a ride?”
Thoughts go through my head about telling her I’d give her the ride of her life, but I manage to hold it in. The image of her legs spread while she straddles me, however, is burned into my brain.
“I’m not sure? My driver said he got a flat tire so he’s running late.”
“Get in, I’m taking you home.” She opens her mouth to say something, but I level her with a stare, and she smartly closes those pretty pink lips. God, what I wouldn't give to taste the ones under that skirt. I bet they're just as plump.
“I’ve been waiting,” I hear Kyle complain as he walks right past Nadia and me and gets in the front seat of the car.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to get in the back seat, but Nadia already has the door open, and she’s sliding in.
“It’s okay,” she whispers so only I hear it, and I grind my teeth as I help her buckle up and close the door.
“Where were you?” I ask Kyle when I get behind the wheel.
“Sitting in the quad; you’re late.” He looks out the window after rolling his eyes, and I have to fight the urge not to tell him to walk home.
The light up ahead turns red, and I glance in the rearview mirror at Nadia. My chest tightens when I see her digging in her bag beside her, and somehow her skirt has ridden up. She doesn’t know it’s trussed up so high, and her knees are spread. I can see the pretty little triangle of white covering her pussy, and my mouth begins to water.
“It’s green,” Kyle says annoyingly, and that’s when Nadia’s eyes meet mine in the mirror.
I put my foot on the gas, but when I glance up again, I notice her knees are still slightly spread. Rubbing my hand over my mouth, I swallow down the drool and come to another red light. It might be my imagination, but I think her knees are farther apart, and I lick my lips.
“It’s green! Gah, are you losing your sight?”
“Enough!” I bark at Kyle, and he snaps his mouth shut before going back to glaring out the window. Silently, I pull over next to the sidewalk and unlock the car. “Get out.”
“What?” He looks at me in confusion and then back to the sidewalk.
“You have a key, and you know the way. I’m tired of your disrespect, and I’m not going to let it happen with Nadia in the car. Walk.”
“Fuck this shit,” Kyle mumbles as he gets out and slams the door closed.
I pull away from the sidewalk and begin to drive again. It’s quiet for a long moment before I look into the back through the rearview mirror. Nadia is watching me carefully, and I see that her cheeks are pink. Did me yelling at Kyle turn her on?
I know I shouldn’t want her the way I do, and even now I’m telling myself to stop. But one look at those pretty doe eyes and I’m a man with needs. Needs that she’s drawn to the surface.
“Be a good girl and spread those knees again, little flower.”
Chapter Five
NADIA
“Mr. Insley?” There is no way I heard him correctly.
I must have somehow made up what he said because there’s no way those words came out of his mouth. My mind began to spin when he scolded Kyle, but the firmness in his tone did something to my body. I thought I felt some kind of dominance in his texts to me, but I dismissed it as seeing something that wasn’t there. He didn’t text me the rest of the day, and I was confident that I’d read them all wrong. Now I’m not so sure.
“You heard what I said. I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”
A rush of hot desire soaks my panties, and I have to hold back a gasp. Who knew the tone of someone’s voice could be so alluring? My body responds to him in a way I’m not fully understanding.
I glance down and realize my skirt has ridden up my thighs, and my legs are only barely parted.
“I’m waiting,” Walsh prompts, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
Without making him wait another second, I spread my thighs wider and watch my skirt continue to bunch up. In the mirror, his eyes drop lower, and I feel the heat of his stare between my legs.
Oh god, what kind of panties did I put on today? I’d been in such a hurry I hadn’t thought about it when I’d gotten dressed. I bet they are my stupid cotton ones even though I have some that are prettier. I bought them when my sister and I went shopping, but I hardly wear them. I always thought what’s the point because no one sees them. At least I thought no one would be seeing them.
Walsh makes a sound like a painful grunt before he looks back at the road. “Keep them open,” he orders as he pulls away from the curb.
As I sit there doing as I’m told, I feel the wet material of my panties cling to me, and my clit begins to throb. Every so often, Walsh’s eyes move to the mirror, then back to the road. When he rolls to a stop at the next light, he turns his head, and this time he looks directly at the space between my open legs.
“You’re wet, Nadia.” He licks his lips, and I open my mouth, but no words come out. “You don’t have to tell me.” He nods to what I assume are my drenched panties. “I see it for myself.”
After that, he turns back, and the light changes to green. It takes me a few seconds to figure out that Walsh doesn’t turn down my street but keeps driving right past it.
“Where are we going?” My voice sounds foreign in my ears.
“Are your sister and her husband home?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“They’re out for an event tonight in the city.” I hear Walsh mutter a curse under his breath.
“And what about the driver that was to pick you up?”
“I told him I got a ride.” I’d texted him right when we’d gotten into the car so he wasn’t rushing to pick me up and could deal with the flat tire.
“Nadia, Nadia, Nadia.” He repeats my name, shaking his head. “You just told me that no one is going to be wondering where you are for the rest of the night. That’s very naïve of you.”
I don’t know if he’s trying to scare me into realizing the predicament I’ve put myself in, but it’s not working. Scared is the very last thing I feel right now.