She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 383: Mrs. Sterling(5)

The vehicle purred as it eased away from the curb, yet the air inside the cabin hung heavy and oppressive.

Heena found herself wedged between the chill of the steering wheel and the scorching warmth radiating from Alex’s frame.

Pinned to him in an overwhelming embrace of total closeness, her flesh pressed tight against the coarse denim covering his legs. Merely two flimsy bits of cloth now separated her from the rigid, implacable bulge of his arousal.

Each rumble from the engine and every vibration from the pavement surged through his form and straight into her own, transforming the automobile into a massive, quaking transmitter amplifying the rising inferno between them.

While Alex guided the car, the flexing of his thighs made her drenched, throbbing center rub steadily against the iron-hard bulge of his erection.

"Mmmph—!"

Heena clapped her hand across her mouth, eyes clenched tight in a desperate bid to muffle the betraying moans of ecstasy. Her thoughts swirled in a frenzy of terror and bliss, while her body yielded completely in thoughtless abandon.

All at once, the car lurched over a minor road dip, its shocks rebounding fiercely. The jolt slammed her forcefully onto him, the abrupt, profound rub igniting a sharp surge of lightning right to her core.

"Ah! Hah—"

A fractured, shrill whimper slipped past her fingers no matter how hard she fought it.

She collapsed onto his torso, her brow leaning on his shoulder while her breaths emerged in uneven, gasping sobs.

Alex refused to ease off. Rather, his hold on the wheel grew firmer, his knuckles brushing her side as he maneuvered nearer to the leading sedan.

"My dear professor," he breathed, his tone a husky, mocking growl that set her flesh ablaze. "Look how you’re reacting... "

"Tell me... are you getting excited because your husband is right there? Because he’s only a few yards away and you’re grinding yourself against a student."

"No... it’s not true..." she gasped out, the refusal spilling forth unbidden. Yet her form betrayed her utterly; even in denial, her hips kept up their insistent, frantic pursuit of relief.

Only Heena understood the immense, torturous strain required to cling to any remnant of reason with her core mashed against his unyielding, blazing hardness.

In a surge of wild, intoxicating impulse, she adjusted herself, pressing down fully to gauge the size of what she straddled.

The discovery caused her eyes to flare open... he exceeded anything she had ever pictured.

The reality of her husband being just a few yards ahead failed to quench the blaze; it fueled it like liquid oxygen to flames. Dread from the car before them mingled with the skyrocketing, taboo thrill in her thighs, brewing an adrenaline rush nearly overwhelming.

"You’re a liar, Mrs. Sterling," Alex purred, nipping softly at her earlobe. "You love the risk. You love the fact that if he looks in his rearview mirror right now, he might see you. You’re dripping for the chance of being caught, aren’t you?"

Heena parted her lips to refute him, but silence fell as she sensed his hand moving.

He skipped her chest this time; his digits latched securely into the edge of her crimson silk underwear.

"W-what?" she stuttered, her pulse pounding wildly in her chest.

She attempted a feeble objection, a faint noise lodging in her throat, yet her body had forsaken her already. On reflex, she bowed her spine, raising her hips slightly to grant him access.

In one fluid pull, Alex drew the soaked lace along her quivering thighs.

He refrained from discarding them. Instead, he balled up the scarlet silk... her final shred of modesty... and shoved it into his pocket.

"You won’t be needing these anymore, Mrs. Sterling," he murmured, his words laced with shadowy certainty.

As he guided her back into place, the jolt hit like a thunderbolt.

No obstacle remained; her naked, wet flesh molded straight to the abrasive material of his pants, aligned precisely over his steel-like shaft.

The direct touch proved brutally potent, striking like a punch. Heena’s eyes expanded hugely, a voiceless wail building in her gullet as another torrent of delight crashed over her... she teetered on the brink of climaxing anew from the pure, bare grind against him.

Alex sensed her quiver and released a deep, amused laugh. He adjusted his posture, his powerful leg sinews coiling taut under her as he slammed the pedal down.

"Let’s see how close we can get," he whispered, "before you completely lose your mind."

The surge forward transcended mere velocity increase; it assaulted her every sense.

With Alex mashing the accelerator, the motor’s drone escalated to a shrill, metallic wail reverberating up from the chassis, through the cushion, and into Heena’s bare, ultra-sensitive flesh.

Devoid of the silky shield from her panties, the coarse weave of his pants rasped like grit mixed with plush against her drenched flesh amid every tiny jolt of the vehicle.

"Ah... Alex! Wait..."

Her words emerged as a fragile, ragged whisper. The quicker pace delivered relentless shivers straight through her pelvis.

She teetered right on the edge of a sharp cliff already, her form ignited by the pursuit and the intense, direct rub of her exposed skin on him.

A bumpy road section jolted the car, providing the ultimate trigger with its vibrations.

Heena’s spine bowed sharply enough to smack the steering wheel. Her head whipped backward, lips parting in a mute, fractured inhale as everything faded into blinding brilliance.

She failed to suppress it... nor did she desire to.

Climax struck her in fierce, pounding surges, her frame jerking wildly atop his thighs.

The orgasm gushed out like a deluge, a scorching, frantic torrent that drenched his pants fabric, saturating him right through. A shattered, weeping wail burst from her at last, bouncing off the glass as her inner walls gripped him in pulsing, vise-like spasms.

Alex stayed steady. He clenched the wheel harder, fingers blanching, gaze locked on the lead silver sedan, even as his jaw locked while her warmth flooded him.

Once the surges started to ebb, Heena collapsed ahead, utterly drained. She pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, her damp, tear-smeared cheek flush against his flesh.

The truth of her recent act... the utter, wild chaos of her capitulation... crashed over her in a wave of deep humiliation.

She had peaked just like some needy, ordinary woman astride a student's lap, fully exposed, with her spouse's vehicle mere inches away.

"Look at that," Alex murmured, his tone heavy with shadowy, victorious fervor. The moisture seeping over his legs marked her utter defeat as his prize. "No more Professor Sterling. Just a woman who can’t even control her own body when I’m behind the wheel."

Heena refused to lift her gaze. She was unable. Eyes clamped tight, she wished only for shadows to engulf her, despite her form still tingling from echoes of an ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams.

The grand curve of the bridge arrived, city glows below smearing into golden trails. Abruptly, glaring high beams from an oncoming vehicle in the facing lane flashed inside Howard’s leading sedan, exposing the space in harsh, merciless light.

"Look at that, Mrs. Sterling," Alex chuckled, a sharp, derisive bark slicing the rushing air. "There he is. The man you saved yourself for."

Heena’s breathing snagged. Peering through the forward car's back glass, she spotted it.

A delicate, fair hand extended to caress the driver's nape. Such a tender, familiar claim—the sort of caress Heena hadn't felt in ten years.

’I’ll be busy tonight, Heena. Don’t wait up.’

Howard’s chilly, curt words replayed in her thoughts.

She’d played the plain, faithful spouse, clinging to empty faith that staying proper and enduring would draw him back someday.

A searing surge of anger, fiercer than any lust, surged within her heart.

She glanced at her state... pinned on a student's thighs, skirt bunched at her hips, underwear tucked in his pocket, her juices still hot and sticky on the legs of someone half her years.

Her form had turned traitor fully, staining his pants with proof of her fall that no denial could erase.

’If that bastard had only cared for her, she wouldn’t have become this "vain" woman. She wouldn’t be a shivering wreck in the hands of a boy half her age.’

"Don’t you want to know who it is, Mrs. Sterling?" Alex breathed against her ear, mouth brushing her throat. He sensed her change, muscles shifting from fright-stiffened to fury-hardened.

Heena offered no verbal reply. No tears fell. Rather, she pressed rearward into him, forsaking her final defiance. With fresh, retaliatory vigor, she dropped her full weight onto his lap, hips launching into a purposeful, grinding roll that defied coincidence now.

No longer mere instinct; she joined in fully.

"Yes," she snarled between gritted teeth, stare boring into Howard’s headrest. "Get closer, Alex. I want to see her face."