Chapter 46 Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Chapter 46

Elara's POV

Matt kept throwing glances at me as he drove, but I did all I could to avert my gaze and shut my eyes, pretending to take a nap.

“Earlier… You should have taken my side or rather, don't speak when I went against father.” He rumbled, seeming to see through my pretense.

“You mean calling your father an ex-convict before everyone?” I retorted, struggling to hold in words that threatened to erupt from my lips.

“Isn't that what he is? Matt questioned, as I felt his eyes bored into me even though I still had my eyes shut.

“Matt. Don't forget what you did to earn your father the title.” I snarled.

“Why do you love taking his side so?” Matt questioned furiously.

“He's my father-in-law.” I said simply.

“Oh please. Spare me that rat talk. I very much know that you have a big size crush on him. The only thing probably stopping you is the fact that he's an old man.” Matt alleged.

Finally, that got my attention enough to make me slip my eyes open.

“Matt, it's past 3am, could we please not argue and just focus on driving so we can get home in time for a nap?” I ground out, trying not to sound pissed.

Flinging an exasperated look, he said. “How about a BJ then?”

“Excuse me?” I rasped, certain I'd heard wrong.

“I'm hard, Elara. Our argument has excited me. Although I'll give anything to show that father of mine that you're mine and not his. But he's not here, and I can only come up with a video of you doing me, right in this car, on this traffic jammed road at past 3, where it doesn't seem.like anyone is ready to call it a night.”

“You are mad! You must be fucking crazy!” I exploded angrily. My chin rose a crimson red.

“See?” He answered tartly. “I was right. You have the hot for my father. Usually, talking dirty wouldn't usually piss you off. After all, you did a lot of sucking my dick in traffic when we just got together.”

Swallowing my fury, I responded tersely. “Matt, it's been a long night. And we don't need to prove our love to anybody.”

“If you really don't have any hot for my father, then, help this young man down there.” He muttered, staring at his dick.

My eyes wandered downwards, and I groaned in anger. How the hell had he gotten this size of erection hours after having sex with a stranger.

“Matt–”

“Suck me, Elara.” He gushed, his eyes dilating as he thrust his hips forward while his fingers started a sort of massage on his dick through his trousers.

“Matt, please…” I pleaded, not ready for his antics after I dodged it on the dancefloor.

He drove quietly with one hand while stroking himself. Funny, but that seemed to excite me. But not because of him.

Davis…

Matt too seemed to be aroused by the sheer thought of imagining his father seeing the scene where I sucked him right in the middle of Campwell, in traffic.

“Elara?” He prompted, his hips starting a circular rotation on his seat.

Disgusted with myself at what I was about. My nipples already tightened at the thought of what I was about.

“Since I need to prove that I don't have the hots for your father, you'll have to do something in return for me.” I gnarled.

“Anything.” Matt hissed.

“Fine. Turn your video on then.” I murmured.

While he got to work on it, I allowed my fingers to locate his zipper and pushed it down. Matt sucked in a breath.

I shivered, first in disgust, and then lust.

How I could feel those two emotions all at once was beyond me.

Even though I hated Matt with every vein I've got, the thought of having Davis see what I was about excited me more, and already had me on the brink.

It was time to pay my father-in-law back for the kiss he and Vanessa had shared.

I reached out and withdrew Matt's extended duck from his briefs, in-between his zipper.

“Ah, fuck!” Matt groaned, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

The fool actually believed I was doing this for him.

“Just keep your eyes on the road, Matt.” I hissed. “Don't get us killed.”

Laughing anxiously, he rasped. “I've got this babe.”

I dipped my head, and slid my tongue out sleazily, swiping at the tip of his erection.

“God, Elara! You're killing me.”

“I can stop.” I muttered.

“Please…No!” He grounds out.

My fingers went to workwork massaging his dick, then lick…. Massage, lick…

On and on, I went. Soon, he glistened from a discharge, licking out of his dick. Using my fingers, I slathered him with it, and started the ritual of rubbing him in a circular motion until his dick was swollen and looked ready to burst.

“Argggg…” He moaned, throwing his head back.

All the while, all I saw was Davis as I bent my head and took Matt fully into my mouth.

I found the top of his private part that looked swollen and started to stub gently. Matt rode my mouth, his hips thrusting forward with his fingers buried in my hair.

“Can you touch!” I rasped out.

“I guess.” I muttered.

“Clutch my breast.” I declared.

“How?” He whispered.

“Figure it out yourself.” I slurred, licking him over and over until he screamed, nearly on the edge.

He did. His hand that wasn't on the steering withdrew my breast and clutched it tightly, as though his life depended on it.

Even when we started to hear vehicles honking, I couldn't be deterred from my mission.

Punishment. But it goes two ways.

First, Matt wouldn't ever be able to find any lover like me. And Davis…?