The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series

by Sloane Howell

  "Hell yes. It was like, three months. That's like a 30-year marriage in junior high."

  We walk through the front door and toward the parking lot.

  "It definitely is. I bet you planned your dream wedding with Tabitha. Was it in a church, or outdoors? I bet the reception was nice."

  He laughs. "You're funny. You know that?"

  He tickles my ribs and of course I giggle and flirt back. Fuck me. His fingers have magical powers when they touch me. I want to jump in his arms and wrap my legs around him.

  I spy the Fastback as we walk up and the arousal hits me full force. Goddamn it. I head toward the passenger door.

  "What are you doing?" He tosses me the keys and my heart attempts to explode from my chest.

  "I can't. This is your baby. Just—no, no."

  "I'm serious. Get in there and fire her up."

  I can't believe he's letting me drive this car, especially after how things went down last time. He must really like me. As far as I know, Tommy has never even driven it. I might just have to tell him.

  "Don't you fucking tell Tommy either!" He gets in the passenger seat and looks around the car. "So this is what it looks like from over here."

  He adjusts his seat and settles into unfamiliar territory.

  I press in the clutch and turn the key. The energy rushes up through my legs and between my thighs as the frame vibrates and shakes everything in the car. I'm so fucking wet.

  Joel smiles at me as I pull out my cell phone and snap a selfie of me behind the wheel.

  "What the hell are you doing, woman?"

  "Hang on a second."

  I say aloud what I am typing into my phone.

  Quinn: Man, this thing drives like a beast. You'll have to try it sometime.

  I press the send button and the picture heads to Tommy's phone. "Okay, you ready?"

  "Don't you dare send that. I'll be in the doghouse for months."

  I look over and wink at him. "Too late."

  "You're some kind of evil, you know that?"

  I shift into reverse and back us out of the parking spot. "You knew it was going to happen."

  "You drive her straight to your house, understand? No funny business with my baby."

  I really should do what he says, maybe even park down from the house, to avoid Joel and Olivia seeing each other. My body makes a different decision. I pull out of the parking lot going the opposite direction of where I live.

  "Aren't you back that way?" He turns and points out the back window.

  "Shut the fuck up, and enjoy the ride." He's lucky I haven't punched it. Yet.

  His phone beeps, and he laughs.

  He holds up the phone, and I glance over.

  Tommy: WE ARE DONE! BENEDICT ARNOLD!

  I grin and work my way through the gears.

  Joel squirms in his seat, but I think I'm driving pretty conservatively. I'm still not sure what I'm doing, where I'm going. I've never just lost control of myself like this.

  I get on a ramp to the highway and glance at Joel. He's finally smiling and relaxed. His window is cracked, and his hair waves slightly back and forth with the wind.

  Time to make him sweat a little.

  My dad taught me how to drive, and I'm not unfamiliar with muscle cars. I catch Joel in my periphery as he looks at something we just passed.

  I drop from fourth to second gear and hammer the gas, sending us flying back into our seats. The engine comes alive under the hood. Joel immediately reaches for anything he can to grab hold of. It ends up being the dash and my right arm. He squeezes tight. He tries to play it off as I punch the gas harder.

  "I see you know how to drive."

  "Dad taught me. Dodge Charger." My eyes stay locked on the road.

  "Oh yeah?" He stares at the speedometer and his fingers dig into my arm when we pass 100.

  I push harder on the gas pedal. We weave around a few cars and get in the right lane to exit the highway.

  "Yep. The same model McQueen raced against in Bullit. Didn't work out well for the Charger. Good thing we're in the Fastback, huh?"

  I can hear him nearly panting, but he doesn't make me stop. He has no idea where we're going. Hell, I'm not even sure I do. But the wind in my face and the power in this car sends me into a different world. I could definitely get used to it.

  Finally, I slow back down to a normal speed. I hear a sigh of relief and Joel sinks into the seat. I can't help but notice his cock bulging in his jeans too.

  I knew that shit was getting him all excited and worked up.

  I downshift as we go around a turn. "You don't like it when someone else is in control. Do you?"

  "No. No, I sure don't." He hasn't fully caught his breath.

  "Good."

  I hammer the gas again and fly through the gears, racing down a backroad into the dark of the night. It's not busy, and I know these roads like the back of my hand. It's where I grew up.

  He jerks back into his seat once more. "Where the hell are you taking me?"

  "You'll see." I head down another dark street and pull off the road into a parking lot.

  He looks out of the window, trying to figure out where we are.

  I grab around his bicep and yank him over to me, mashing my lips against his. I can't help myself. I want him so fucking bad. Everything in the universe feels right when he puts his hands in my hair, around my neck. I slide my hand across his chest and up over his shoulder before attacking his neck and licking to his ear.

  We both struggle to breathe while exploring the other with our hands.

  Joel grabs me and separates us momentarily. "We shouldn't be doing this."

  I slap my palms on the sides of his face and stare into his eyes. "Shut the fuck up and follow me."

  I get out and hurry around the car as he opens his door.

  "Damn it. You really need to let me open the door—"

  I shut him up by pressing my lips to his again. His mouth is a strong drug, and I can't get the monkey off my back.

  I finally release him. "Follow me."

  I grab his hand and lead him across the parking lot. I don't know what's gotten into me but adrenaline is coursing through my body.

  "Where are we going? What is this place?"

  I ignore him as we near our destination.

  "Is this a football field?"

  I turn back to him once more. "Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up and follow me? Yes, it's the football field." I point to a building across the way. "That's my old high school."

  He's still staring at me like I'm a calculus test. I pry the locked chain link gate as far as it will go and squeeze through. He follows behind me. His hand grabs me by the arm and I smile.

  "Are you going to tell me what we're doing here? Why the fuck are we at a football field?"

  I spin around and lift up on my toes to get in his ear, and my right hand grips his big fucking dick that's bulging in his jeans.

  "I've never taken a boy under the bleachers before."

  QUINN

  I WANT HIM more with each step and I can't believe I'm about to finally do this. Everything in my brain says I'm making a mistake. That I'm going to get hurt. This is all he wants and then I'm just another one of his conquests, no better than Olivia. I don't care though.

  I look back at the moonlight striking the side of his face, the spark growing in his eyes, and I can't take it. My want outweighs my rationale.

  We move somewhere between a walk and a jog until we're underneath the bleachers, and we head to a dark corner. He starts to say something and I shove him up against a support beam, put a finger over his mouth, and slowly move it down his lips. He's trembling. I know he's used to being in control, but not with this girl. My hands have a mind of their own as they explore his broad chest and shoulders, and I stare into his green eyes.

  I lean up and kiss him once more—slowly—as I run my hand back down to his cock. I need to tease him—make him sweat—before giving him what he wants. I run my hand across
his belt buckle as if I'm going to take it off, but then brush my hand back across his cock in a smooth motion, lightly caressing the tip through his jeans. I look up, and his eyes are closed momentarily before locking back onto mine. They're simultaneously filled with excitement and also the fear that we might be discovered. I know he wants this as bad as I do. I can feel it every time I touch him. The anticipation works through his body.

  I move back up toward his mouth and bite playfully on his lip as I run my hand along the side of his neck and brush my fingers through his hair. Still staring directly into his eyes, my fingernails lightly tease at his scalp, but my lips don't touch his.

  I grab him by his shoulders and forcefully spin him around so that he's now pressed face first against the beam. Exhaling into his ear, I massage his pecs, and eagerly run my hand down to his cock. I take his hand and guide it between my thighs and up between my legs.

  "Is this what you want?" My words are a breathy whisper.

  He nods.

  I squeeze his dick and then caress the length of him again while nibbling on his shoulder. "You like a woman who takes control. Don't you? Tells you what you need? Rubs your fucking cock just right? This is exactly what you want. Isn't it, Joel? You want to turn around and take control, but you know that's not an option."

  I dig my nails into his chest and unbuckle his belt. His hand is still between my thighs, caressing my pussy through my jeans as I breathe softly in his ear. I unbutton his pants and work my hand down his abs into his briefs. He shudders when I grab a handful of his stiff cock and begin stroking it, teasing the tip with my thumb. It sends a wave of nerves coursing through my body, and they all land in one place—the pussy that now belongs to Joel.

  I yank his pants and briefs down, releasing his dick. I continue to stroke it slowly while whispering into his ear.

  "You like feeling my pussy, Joel? Can you feel how hot and wet it is for you?"

  "Yes." He's barely able to speak.

  I slap him playfully on his cheek. "Don't fucking talk. Just sit there."

  He nods again, his eyes still closed. I watch him obey everything I say like a good boy.

  I release his cock from my hand and run my fingers up his shirt, slightly dragging my nails across his skin.

  "What do you want me to do with that dick?" I whisper.

  He does his best not to answer. Maybe he's learning after all. I reach back down and run my hand next to it on his thigh, before cupping his balls and squeezing as he tilts his chin up to the bleachers. I rub my other hand over the top of his while he continues to feel me through my jeans. Moans escape my lips and fall in his ear as my pussy heats up at his touch.

  "You won't last 20 seconds in that pussy. Will you?"

  He starts to answer and I flip him around and take him in my mouth. I dive about halfway down his shaft then come back up, before swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I inch my way back down until I'm cupping his balls and have his entire length in my mouth. I suck hard, wrapping the inside of my cheeks around him. His head swells in the back of my throat, then I slide back up and release him, teasing at the tip with my tongue.

  Wrapping my fingers around the base, I begin stroking him while I look up into his eyes.

  "Did you like that?"

  He nods.

  "You like the way your cock feels in my mouth, Joel?"

  He starts to answer and then nods again.

  I stare up at him with doe eyes. I want to tease him all night, make him wait for it. My pussy needs his dick inside of it, but I know he wants it even more, and I like having that power over him. I can practically feel him shoving it into me and the mere thought of it makes me moan. Knowing anyone could walk by and catch us sends a wave of pleasure up the insides of my thighs.

  I continue to stroke him slowly from base to tip as I lift up his cock for a view of his balls. Teasing each one with my tongue, I squeeze and caress the tip of his rock-hard dick. I lift his thick shaft even higher and tease underneath, working my tongue between his balls and his asshole. His hips fly back momentarily.

  There's the spot. Every guy has one and it shifts them into another gear.

  He grunts as I work my tongue back and forth across it and then bury one of his balls in my mouth, sucking as hard as I can, etching the memory of how he tastes in my mind so I never forget. Finally, I stop and look up at him, my hand still working him up and down repeatedly. I spit on the tip and rub it with my hand before sliding my grip down and taking him into my mouth once more, this time bobbing up and down the upper half in a quick, smooth rhythm.

  His cock tastes like heaven, and I love how it feels in my mouth, and watching the expressions on his face, knowing how bad he wants me. There's something about being outdoors that is just primal and raw. He needs to take me and hammer his cock inside of me. I know it's going to happen soon, and the thought of it has my legs quivering. He needs to be pushed past his breaking point, and release those animalistic instincts that are built into his DNA.

  I slide his cock out of my mouth and rise to my feet. I grab the back of his hair and yank his head back, sucking on his neck as I grab his hand and slap it on my hot little pussy, rubbing it back and forth as I nibble on his ear lobe.

  I exhale into his ear once more. "Get on your knees and eat my pussy."

  He immediately drops down and does as he is told. I know he's wanted it for a long time, ever since I put on a show for him in the car. He's dreamt about this moment over and over, and now he's finally going to get it.

  Butterflies rush through my stomach. I've heard the stories about him. He's the ultimate woman pleaser. I haven't seen much yet, but he just needs to be goaded a little.

  His hands grip my ass as he kisses my stomach and I reach down and pull my shirt up over my head, revealing my breasts corralled by a royal-blue bra. I massage them for a second before I reach down and dig my nails into his scalp, pressing my tits together with the insides of my arms.

  "Eat that fucking pussy, Joel. Take my pants off and do it, now."

  He unbuttons my jeans and I slap him lightly on the left side of his face. It's time to tease again, make him work for it. "Not like that!"

  I shove him away and turn around, giving him a view from the back. I unbutton my jeans and slowly work them halfway down my hips and look back at him, watching him study every curve of my body.

  "You like the view?" I smirk. "Stroke that fucking dick for me."

  Watching him rub his cock while ogling me, sends pulses of heat ripping through my body. I kick my sandals off and work my jeans down my ass. They drop to the ground as I step out of them, now wearing nothing but my bra and panties.

  Joel strokes his cock slowly and I bet his balls are about to explode. I back up to him and pull his hand off his cock. I grab his other wrist and wrap both of his arms around my torso, placing his hands on my breasts.

  Him pawing at my perky tits sends my head flying back as I work my ass slowly up against his dick, feeling every inch of it slide back and forth between my ass cheeks, soaking up my wetness through my panties.

  "Does my ass feel good against that big fucking dick?"

  "Fuck yes." He growls his words.

  I need to push him harder. He's still being compliant, and I need him to take me and fuck me stupid.

  I turn around and glare, wanting him to lose control, to the point he fucks me so hard I can't walk straight. I want his tongue on me, his hands exploring me.

  "Get on your knees and eat this fucking pussy!"

  He drops down to his knees and takes my panties down to the ground. My thighs are glistening from his touch. He knows how wet he makes me. His face brushes up against the inside of my thigh and energy radiates into my pulsing clit. He slides his hand up and caresses my slick folds, running his hand back and forth on me. His thumb works towards my clit as it tries to peek through.

  "That's it. You know just how to touch me."

  He slips one of his fingers inside me as the tip of his tongu
e makes contact with my clit.

  I moan. "God, right there."

  His finger explores inside me while his warm tongue flicks on my clit and I'm about to lose my shit. Excitement grows inside him, realizing he's gaining more control over me.

  "You like that?" He stares at my eyes, and his face disappears between my legs.

  "Yes." I gasp as his tongue begins to snake rapidly over my clit and he works another finger inside.

  "You going to come for me?" His tongue speeds up.

  I pant and nod. "Uh huh."

  My wetness streams down the sides of his face as he swirls his tongue on my clit and fully submerges his fingers into the depths of me, hitting my spot just right. I squeeze around him and squeal.

  He has me.

  "You going to come?"

  "Yes. God, please don't stop."

  He smiles and begins ramming my needy pussy to the hilt with his fingers, and sucks forcefully on my clit. It sends me past my breaking point. I see fuzzy stars as raw sexual energy shoots from between my legs to every limb in my body. I convulse as my legs stiffen. My thighs squeeze around his face. I reach down and grab the back of his head, digging in with my fingers as my hot core squeezes around his fingers. I hold his head in between my legs, bucking my hips up and down against his face.

  He tries to pull back, and I dig my nails into him harder, practically smothering him. I feel tension building in his shoulders. I need his cock in me right now, but I need him to take it.

  He's almost there and he looks up at me. I slap him harder on the side of his face. He stares, knowing what I need. His eyes widen, and he stands up.

  It's time.

  He grabs my hips and flips me around, shoving me up against the beam. He leans down by my ear and growls, before slapping my ass, hard. "Little goddamn tease."

  I giggle a little, still trying to tease him. "Fuck you. Don't talk to me like that!"

  He fists my hair. "You're a dirty little cunt aren't you? Teasing me with this fucking pussy." He slaps his hand on my mound and runs his fingers through my slick folds.

  I squeal. The man has arrived.