Rebel was mortified, but she couldn’t stop herself. Masturbating didn’t take any damn edge off anything. She spent what seemed like hours, sitting in the passenger seat with her hands in inappropriate places, desperate for relief.
She stopped briefly, while Po hot-wired an old Explorer, switched plates with another in the parking lot, and dug through someone’s bag for clothes. Finding some children’s clothes that looked sort of the same size, he tossed them over to her. Now she wore a hot-pink t-shirt with heart-shaped ladybugs on it, and a pair of lime-green shorts that rode up her ass, but were at least stretchy. But he said she just needed something besides scrubs, and they made it over her hips and tits, so they would do. Po found someone’s gym shorts and a t-shirt that didn’t hide the tattoos that covered his skin, but it was better than a gown flapping in the wind.
And he looked fucking hot that way. Almost casual and carefree.
It didn’t do a thing to dampen her arousal. In fact, she wondered, now that they had a bigger car, if she could just roll around and hump her hand in the back seat totally naked.
But she wanted him. Not her damn hand.
How much of this was the drug and how much was her own desire for Po? Well, a lot of it was the drug. Her clit was so swollen and hot; rubbing against the tight shorts was pure torture, sending shock waves of sensation and desire across her body. Goosebumps rose on her hot skin, and her heart was pounding, expanding her blood vessels and capillaries. Everything was so damn sensitive, her skin, her nerves, all of it.
She sat in the passenger seat, pressing her thighs together, a futile effort to tamp down her chemical-induced lust.
“How much longer?” She didn’t know if she wanted to be wherever they were going or to know about this fucking drug, but she needed to hear his voice. Bad.
“About an hour till we get there.” He drove with laser-focus on the road, refusing to look at her. That was good. He hadn’t watched her come multiple times before they switched cars. She was embarrassed to admit even the gear shift in that car had looked appealing. She was so damn horny, she was sure she would fuck anything.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” The words spilled out of her mouth, heartfelt, yet not something she wanted to actually tell him. “Daisy had a picture of you in her garage where she had a little chill spot, and God…” Well, that sounded needy. For fuck’s sake, she’d moaned it. Like she was having sex while having this conversation. “I talked to her about you as much as I could without sounding like a creeper. I imagined you doing all sorts of things to me.”
Okay, so this drug was bad news. It made her horny as fuck and took away inhibitions. She would have never told him any of this.
“I would fantasize about you at night, in bed, with my toys. God, the sex we had in my head. You’re a dirty man.” His hands gripped the steering wheel until the knuckles were white. “You want to know what you did to me?”
He gulped, his Adam’s apple moving harshly in the dim light of the dashboard. “I’m not sure, honestly.” Another swallow. “Rebel, you’re drugged. Not making sense. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Not what I asked,” she purred. Her voice was doing strange things, and for fuck’s sake, she had to tell him. “You fuck hard. You fuck long and hard. I already know your dick is tattooed and pierced, and do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined that inside me? You know that means I imagined it at the hospital. You haven’t scared me.”
“Then you’re a stupid girl. I should scare you.” The menace in his voice was real, but it caressed her skin like a warm blanket.
“I need you, Po.” The words sounded loud in the car, drawn out and whiny. She hated herself for not having more self-control with her words, but she also loved his reactions to them.
His erection strained against his shorts, popping a tent she longed to touch.
He turned his head and looked at her, seeing her eyeballing his crotch. “Don’t you dare touch me. I’ve got to get us to my place.” His voice was strained though, spoken through gritted teeth. “Just… Keep touching yourself. Get the edge off. Maybe by the time we get there, the drugs will have worn off some.” He shifted in the seat, back to being focused on the road.
Rebel gave up and just removed her shorts for easier access. Now that he’d given her permission again, she lost herself to mindlessly masturbating, hoping this would end soon.