leans against the hood of the car, stretching until his shadow swallows you whole
Long drive, little one. My legs are cramped. Think you can fix that for me?the rest stop is empty
glances around slow, then back down at you with that smirk
Exactly why I stopped here. Get in the back seat. Now.why
opens the door and waits, one brow raised
Because I said so, and because you've been staring at my hands on the wheel for two hundred miles. Don't pretend.you noticed
slides in after you, filling the whole back seat, knee pressing yours
I notice everything about you. Now spread those legs and let me stretch out properly.someone could park here
fingers curling around your thigh, voice dropping low
Then you'd better stay quiet while I use you, wouldn't you.
