Chapter 176: The Distance

Chapter 176: The Distance
“Take your jeans off for me,” Oliver ordered.
Del froze. “Oliver… we’re outside. On the side of the road. Someone could drive by.”
He let out a slow breath, and his eyes stayed locked on hers. “Nobody’s coming down this dusty nowhere road, baby. It’s just you and me. Now, be a good girl and take those jeans off.”
When she still hesitated, he sighed.
“C’mon, Del,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Don’t make me beg.” His fingers traced the waistband of her jeans teasingly. “Take them off. I promise I’ll make it feel so good you’ll forget we’re even in a car.”
Del’s resolve cracked. After a tense pause, she reluctantly lifted her hips. Oliver helped her, his hands eager as he worked the jeans down her legs and tossed them into the back seat, leaving her in just her panties.
The moment the denim was gone, his hand slid between her thighs and cupped her first, rubbing over the damp fabric before slipping his fingers underneath.
“Fuck, baby…” he breathed as two thick fingers parted her folds. He spread her open gently. “Let’s get you wet.”
He circled her clit with teasing pressure, rubbing tight little circles that made her hips twitch. Then he slid lower, pressing the pad of his middle finger against her entrance, slowly pushing just the tip inside her before pulling back out, repeating the shallow teasing thrust until her breathing turned ragged.
Del’s thighs trembled as he explored her thoroughly. He alternated between torturously slow strokes over her clit and sinking one long finger deep inside her, curling it upward while his thumb worked her clit in circles.
“Look at you,” he murmured hotly against her neck, lips grazing her skin. “You’re already wet and getting wetter every time I push my finger in. That’s how much your body wants me.”
He added a second finger, stretching her slowly, pumping them in and out with wet sounds while his thumb kept rubbing circles on her clit. Every time she clenched around his fingers, he groaned softly, clearly enjoying how she was falling apart.
“That’s it… baby,” he whispered. “I want you dripping down my hand before you start grinding on my cock. I want you shaking for me, Del.”
When he felt her inner walls fluttering and her thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably, he finally eased his fingers out.
“Now…” he said, voice low and commanding, eyes heavy with lust, “grind on me. Drag that soaked little pussy all over my cock.”
He started guiding Del’s hips in small, restricted rolls. There wasn’t enough space to really ride him — only tight, shallow movements that forced her clit to grind slowly over the hard length of his cock.
“Fuck… just like that,” he breathed. “Keep moving, Del.”
She rocked against him as much as the cramped position allowed, little desperate circles that made the seam of her panties rub against her clit.
Oliver’s hands tightened on her ass, helping her grind down harder. “That’s it. You’re getting my pants all wet already, aren’t you?” He let out a low, frustrated laugh. “Feel that? Little roll of your hips and I’m already so painfully hard for you.”
Del bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but a soft whimper slipped out as she rocked faster. The steering wheel dug into her back with every movement, keeping her movements small and frantic.
“Oliver…”
Oliver thrust up as much as he could, meeting her with short, impatient bucks that made his cock drag perfectly along her center.
“Shit, baby,” he panted, one hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck. “You feel so good, Del. Keep rubbing that pussy on me.”
Del’s thighs started trembling from the effort of the restricted motion. Every small roll of her hips dragged her clit over his thick ridge again and again until the pleasure turned sharp and almost unbearable.
“I can’t—Oliver—" she gasped, forehead pressed to his.
“Yeah, you can,” he growled, his voice rougher now. “Come on. Ride me harder. I need to fucking calm down.”
“Oliver—”
The pressure finally snapped, and Del cried out, her hips stuttering in tiny, desperate jerks as the orgasm tore through her. Her clit throbbed violently against him while her walls clenched around nothing, soaking her panties and the front of her jeans even more.
Oliver cursed under his breath, gripping her ass tight as he bucked up against her through his own release. His cock pulsed hard beneath her, hot spurts of cum spilling inside his jeans as he held her down firmly, grinding her against him.
The car was quiet except for their heavy breathing and the faint creak of the seat beneath them.
Oliver didn’t let her pull away. Instead, he wrapped both arms around her waist and buried his face against her neck, clinging to her.
“Fuck, Del… baby,” he whispered. “Don’t stop yet. Please don’t stop moving.”
He sounded wrecked in his desperation, nuzzling into her skin like a needy puppy. His hands roamed restlessly over her back, squeezing, stroking, unable to stay still.
“I’m so fucking hard for you still. Please…” he begged softly. “Grind on me just a little longer. I’d do anything… anything for you to keep making me feel this good. You own me. You fucking own every part of me.”
Del stayed quiet, letting him cling and plead.
Slowly, the frantic energy in him ebbed. Oliver’s grip softened until he was holding her with heartbreaking gentleness. He pressed slow, feather-light kisses along her collarbone, up her throat, and across her jaw.
“I’m sorry I got rough,” he murmured tenderly. “You’re everything to me, Del. You’re my whole fucking world.” He brushed his nose against hers, then kissed her forehead.
Then he pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes glassy and full of raw devotion. One hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking gently over her cheekbone.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be, Del. Anything. Just stay with me. I’ll be sweet. I’ll be patient. I’ll be whatever version of me you need. You’re the only one who can make me lose my mind like this.”
He kissed her again, still cradling her face.
“We’re almost there,” he whispered, reaching down to take her hand. He laced their fingers together tightly and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Just you and me. That’s all I need.”
Del stared out the fogged window at the empty Texas morning and said nothing.