Control

“I’m driving!” Ashley called out to me as she climbed into the driver’s seat. “We gotta hurry up and get there before all the good alcohol and music is gone, so ‘granny’ isn’t allowed to drive.”

CC and I slid into the very back of the van and I retorted, “Of course not! Ms. Bat-Outta-Hell-Let’s-Potentially-Get-Arrested is!”

“I haven’t gotten arrested yet,” she laughed as we pulled away from the apartment buildings.

“‘Yet’ is the key word there,” CC chimed in.

Ashley chuckled in playful disbelief. “And just HOW MANY parking tickets have you gotten this year!?” Everyone chortled as the drummer blushed, biting back a laugh. “I don’t wanna hear it, haha!”

A few minutes later, I heard CC mumble under his breath, “I’m learning to drive a stick-shift. It’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world to mess with the clutch, move both your feet, and park correctly at the same time…”

I felt a bit bad that I’d laughed at him. He really was trying his hardest to learn, mainly because he wanted his grandfather’s Ford. My hand eased up his back and gently rubbed circles between his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry for laughing, baby. You really are doing a great job at learning how to drive a stick shift.” His lips met my forehead, but he let out a small hiss two seconds later.

Glancing down, CC noticed my other hand at his crotch, firmly gripping his member through his jeans. “(Y/N)...” he warned softly.

Refusing to listen, I began stroking at a teasingly slow pace. “If you want…” My mouth was centimeters away from his ear, my warm breath cascading onto his neck. I began to unzip his jeans and slip my hand inside when I finished, “...I can show you how I drive a stick.”

CC chuckled a bit, leaning close to my neck and whispered, “I dunno, princess...you might need some lessons yourself.”

“Is that so?” I was slightly astounded he wanted to play like that in such a vulnerable position. He had to be baiting me. What the hell, I took the bait. “Well I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

My hand swiftly slid into his jeans, gripping his growing shaft tightly. I could already feel it starting to pulse against my fingers as my thumb massaged the base a bit. His gentle gasps only encouraged me to squeeze just a little harder, and as my index finger traced a vein to the tip of his cock, I noticed he had already started to drip. The warm precum felt wonderful against my skin. I closed my legs tightly, trying to keep my own horniness under control.

CC’s hand caressed my upper thigh so soothingly, I almost let him have access. With a gulp, I regained my willpower and pushed his hand back, to which he reluctantly gave in and let me play.

I brought my precum soaked fingers to my lips, sucking and moaning softly, my eyes closed so he couldn’t see them rolling into the back of my head. His juices always taste like passion and ecstasy and make me topple over the edge if combined with his “russian hands and roman fingers”.

His hand cupped my jaw and pulled me close, our lips colliding and tongues battling for dominance. I’ll admit I cheated a little by reentering his jeans, but keeping his boxers between our flesh, and gripping him tightly, stroking faster and faster. CC’s chest heaved with every breath, doing his best to make no noise. My eyes stayed on his, knowing I could push him over the edge with a look.

Glancing out the window past his head, I stopped two seconds before he was about to explode and soak his jeans. My hand pulled out of them, and I zipped and buttoned them up, facing forward as if nothing had happened, apart from the most fitting Cheshire grin on my face.

“We’re here!” Ashley exclaimed happily.

The drummer gazed at me with a look of astonishment, desperate horniness, and fury. As everyone started filing out, he pulled my tail a little, making me moan loudly.

“You okay?” I heard Ashley’s voice from outside the van.

“Yeah, just hit my head!”

CC pulled me onto his lap quickly, his hand around my throat firmly but not enough to choke me, and he bit my bottom lip rough, almost drawing blood. “You’re gonna regret that, (Y/N),” he hissed. “You’re not gonna cum for hours tonight until I say so.”

I smirked like the brat I am and grinded against his throbbing erection, causing his evil look to melt into the most gorgeous orgasmic face. “We’ll see about that,” a chuckle escaped my throat as we climbed out of the van and headed for the party.

Notes

I know it's after Halloween and I apologize for that, but I wanted to finish this part of the story anyway :P