“I don’t want you to jump me at all. I was actually planning on jumping you.”
Before he could register what she’d said, she threw their picnic blanket across his lap and dove underneath. His body tensed as she reached for his zipper, catching it in her teeth and slowly sliding his pants down off his hips.
“Lacy? What are you—”
His voice cut off with a gasp as she took him into her mouth—wrapping her lips around his skin. The car lurched suddenly forward, before he quickly adjusted it and slowed back down.
“Honey, you can’t do that now.” His body rebelled against his words, rocking his hips gently towards her. “I can’t drive with you—”
“It’s dark,” she whispered, raking her teeth along his skin, “no one can see.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but a low moan came out instead. The car fishtailed a bit once more, before he tightened his grip on the wheel—straightening it back out.
“It’s not about that, it’s just—” He sucked in a quick breath, trying to remember what he’d been saying just a moment before. “I can’t...I can’t focus on the...”
Faster and faster she moved. Sucking harder and harder. Every muscle in his body was flexed taut, and every hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. His hands clenched periodically upon the wheel, as his head fell back against the chair.
“Clary,” he slipped into a nickname without thinking, one he’d never used before, “I’m going crazy here. You can’t do this to me.”
She pulled back for only a second, taking in a silent breath of air.
“Do what?” she asked innocently. “I’m not doing anything.”
Before he could reply, she took him once more. This time, she added her hands to the equation—stroking him up and down, while she swirled her tongue across his skin.
There was an even louder moan, followed by a reflexive jerk of his legs as he tried to keep himself together. It was a battle he was never going to win. It was a battle he didn’t even want to win. The only sound in the car was his frantic breathing and the soft rev of the engine, as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
Come on, baby. Just let go.
Be careful what you wish for...
All of a sudden, there was a sound like an explosion and the car lurched violently to the side. Lacy surfaced with a gasp and looked on in horror as they went careening towards the trees. The blackened skies streaked in the windows above them as she screamed, but he was able to stop it just in time—rolling to an uneven stop on the sloped shoulder of the road.
For a moment, all was silent. The only sound was their quiet, panting breathing. Then, without looking away from the dash, they reached over to take each other’s hands.
“What the hell happened?” Lacy asked shakily. “Was that me, or—”
“No, that wasn’t you.” He let out a nervous laugh, unable to pry his other hand off the wheel. “That was just terrible timing. We blew a tire.”
There was a beat of silence, then Lacy made the obligatory joke.
“...that’s not the only thing we blew.”
His eyes shut with a painful grimace.
“Of all the times to make a joke—”
“You’re just upset you didn’t say it first.”
“...maybe.” He shot her a rueful grin, then pulled his pants back up around his hips. “I know for a fact there isn’t a spare, and we haven’t passed anything for miles. Not that you’d know,” he added teasingly. The two shared another grin, before his face abruptly sobered as he gazed out into the dark. “My cell’s out of service, and I have no idea if there’s any sort of town or service station up ahead. I don’t...I’m not familiar with the area.”
She glanced over with a frown, still taking deep, steadying breaths as her pulse slowly returned to normal. “I thought you came here all the time as a kid.” He shot her a blank look, and she repeated their conversation from before. “Ohio rite of passage and all that?”
“Oh. Right.” He ran his hands quickly back through his hair, a nervous habit she’d noticed the first day they met. “Yeah, I did. I just...I’ve never driven back to the city this way before.” He shot her a sideways glance. “And it’s dark.”
What the hell are you hiding from me?
Lacy raised her delicate eyebrows, but chose to play it cool. Instead of pressing for more information, as she’d been trained to do with her job, she leaned back in her chair with a smile.