Payback on the Road

The humidity of the night was suffocating. Jennifer inhaled the stale air deeply while a thin layer of sweat appeared on her pink skin. A single drop slid down her neck, collarbone, and chest before she finally gathered the motivation to wipe it away at her breast. “Why does it have to be so hot?”

Daniel shrugged, looking grumpy as his fingers tapped out a rhythm on the steering wheel. “I don’t know.”

“It sucks.”

“I know,” he said.

She sighed, and looked over at him with weary eyes. “Are you alright? You know you didn’t have to come.”

He smiled at her, his expression worn and tired. “I know,” he said again. “But I love you.” Her heart leapt. He had accompanied her to an art showing she’d desperately wanted to see, even though he wasn’t too big on art.

“I love you, too, Danny,” she told him guiltily. “I’m real sorry. You look so unhappy.”

Daniel sat back, his shoulders stiff. “I’m fine. Just frustrated.”

“Oh?” Jennifer yawned, eager to get home and to fall into her comfortable bed. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve been horny all day. Watching you look at all those paintings, your face so bright and excited, the way it could look when I’m fucking you…” Jennifer froze, stunned by his bluntness. “…It worked up an appetite.”

Daniel was such a kind, simple and quiet man. It took her aback to hear such a blunt statement on his lips. Unsure as to whether or not he was serious, she giggled slightly, and whacked him lightly on the shoulder. Not really needing both hands on the wheel on this long, empty highway, he let go with one hand and grabbed her wrist before she could draw it back. “Danny,” she said playfully, slightly worried by the strength in his grip. “Calm down. I said I was sorry I made you go. You don’t have to turn everything into a joke.”

He turned to her, his eyes ablaze, and she knew. “Oh, there’s no joke,” he said, though there was a smile on his face. “But yes, you will be sorry.” A jolt of arousal suddenly shot through her from her stomach to her steadily dampening privates.

“Oh, come on, Danny,” she said with a breathless giggle. She could barely express to him how much it turned her on to hear that forcefulness in his deep voice. She had never told him of her secret desires to be controlled, because she loved him as he was—tender, sweet, and such a gentle lover. She would never ask him to change for her. She gasped as his fingers clenched suddenly tighter around her wrist. “Ouch! Danny, this isn’t like you.” She stared at him in shock. His eyes were affixed on the road, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. She could tell by the smirk on his face and the rising color in his beautiful, pale cheeks that he was thinking about her; that he was imagining being inside of her, squeezing himself between her legs and fucking her thoroughly. The thought made her entire body tingle. She took deep breaths, trying to stem her now growing arousal. It was already hot enough tonight, and her fantasies were not helping.

He let go of her, and she snatched her hand back quickly as her heart began to pound. Crap. “Ha,” he smirked. “I know you well enough to know when you want it, and I can tell you want it now.”

“I don’t want this. I don’t know this side of you.” Even as she said it, her palm slid up her aching thigh.

“You want it,” he growled, not looking at her. Her breathing quickened, knowing he was right. The tone in his voice was making her hornier than she had been before they got in the car. “I can tell you do, now. His hand slinked to his right and fell atop hers, clutching hard to force her fingers into her skin.

As her fingernails pinched her, she drew in a sharp breath. “This is… just... so unlike you.” He was usually so kind and soft. He tended to be the most tender lover, never this spontaneous or gruff. Her panties were already soaked through at this new side to Daniel’s lust.

“Ah, but you like it, don’t you?” His hand moved roughly up her thigh, bunching her skirt as it went, trailing delicately towards the warmth of her nether regions. “I can tell. I know what you want…” His fingers started to pry her knees apart, and she gasped. “…And I know what you need, baby.”

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"There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness." - Friedrich Nietzche