Chapter 259
**Sara**
Tom stopped the car outside an upscale restaurant I didn't recognize. The sleek modern exterior gleamed with ambient lighting, and well-dressed couples filtered through the glass doors.
"Hungry?" He turned to face me, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. "All that jealousy and overthinking must have burned quite a few calories."
I rolled my eyes. "For the last time, I wasn't jealous. And I'm not thinking about anything."
"No?" His hand slid to my thigh. "So your mind is completely empty right now? Not a single thought about certain friendly hugs or traffic studies?"
"The only thing I'm thinking about is how annoying you are." But my breath hitched as his fingers traced patterns on my leg.
"Annoying?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Is that why you were watching me from across the street?"
"I told you, I was concerned about-"
His lips captured mine, cutting off my protest. The kiss started slow, teasing, his tongue tracing my bottom lip until I parted them with a sigh. His hand slid up my thigh, bunching my skirt higher as he deepened the kiss.
Heat pooled low in my belly as his other hand tangled in my hair. I tilted my head for better access. I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer despite the awkward angle over the center console.
His teeth grazed my lip, drawing a moan from me that would have been embarrassing if I wasn't so lost in the sensation. His fingers danced higher on my thigh, making me squirm in my seat. Each touch sent electric jolts straight to my core, and I could feel the heat building between my legs.
"You're making it very hard to stay mad at you," I murmured against his lips.
"Good." His hand slid higher, brushing against the lace of my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly at the contact. "Because I have much better uses for that mouth than arguing."
I started to retort, but his fingers began to rub slow circles over my pussy, right through the thin fabric. My words dissolved into a low groan, and I spread my legs wider, giving him better access.
"Fuck, you're already so wet," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers slipped under the edge of my panties, teasing my folds with light, maddening touches.
"Goddammit, Tom," I breathed, my hands fisting his shirt. "You're such an asshole."
"But I'm an asshole who knows what you like." His fingers dipped inside me, just enough to make me arch against his hand. He teased me like that, shallow strokes that left me panting and desperate for more.
"More," I demanded, spreading my legs as wide as the car seat allowed. "Give me more, you fucking tease."
"So demanding." But he obliged, sliding one finger deep inside me. I moaned, my hips lifting off the seat to meet his touch.
His thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I was a writhing mess, my breath coming in short gasps as he worked me with expert precision. When he added a second finger, I let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips never leaving mine. "Let me hear you, Sara. Let me hear how much you love this."
I did. I moaned and cursed and begged for more, my body on fire with every stroke of his fingers. When he added a third finger, I thought I might explode right then and there. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure was overwhelming.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my hands gripping his shirt. He just laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent vibrations straight to my clit.
His other hand found my breast, kneading it through the fabric of my blouse. My nipples were hard, aching for attention, and he rolled one between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp.
I reached for him, my hand finding the hard bulge in his pants. He groaned as I stroked him through the fabric, his hips jerking against my touch. He was rock hard, and I could feel the length of him pressing against his zipper. I wanted it. I wanted him.
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of release. He added a fourth finger, stretching me to the limit, and I swore I saw stars.
"Come for me, Sara," he growled, his thumb circling my clit faster. "Come all over my hand."
I was teetering on the edge when a loud honk behind us made me jump. Tom's hand stilled, his fingers still deep inside me, as we both turned to look out the back window.
A sleek black Mercedes flashed high beams at us, the driver's silhouette gesturing animatedly through the windshield.
"Shit." Tom glanced around, seeming to finally notice we were blocking the valet parking entrance. "I may have gotten distracted."
His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me frustratingly empty and right on the edge of what had promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. I squirmed in my seat, trying to catch my breath.
"Distracted? You stopped in the middle of the driveway to finger-fuck me."
"To be fair," he reached for the tissues in his console, wiping his hands, "you weren't exactly complaining a minute ago."
Another impatient honk made me sink lower in my seat, though I knew the tinted windows kept us hidden. "Just park the damn car before they call security."
Tom smoothly pulled into an actual parking spot, casually waving to the irate driver, who zoomed past us into the valet area. The moment he cut the engine, I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" He raised an eyebrow at me, tucking the used tissues into a small garbage bag.
"You!" I wiped tears from my eyes. "Mr. Sophisticated Professor, getting caught with his hand up my skirt like some horny teenager. What happened to all that famous control?"
"I blame your jealousy. It was very distracting."
"Oh my god, I was not-"
"And now you're doing the nose scrunch again."
I swatted his arm, still giggling. "You're impossible."
"Impossibly good with my hands?" He wiggled his fingers at me suggestively.
"Get out of the car before I change my mind about dinner."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" But he was already reaching for his door handle, that infuriating smirk back on his face.
I adjusted my skirt and checked my reflection in the visor mirror. My lips were swollen from kissing, and my cheeks flushed. "I look like I just got felt up in a parking lot."
"Because you did." Tom appeared at my door, opening it with an exaggerated bow. "And you look gorgeous."
I stepped out on shaky legs, smoothing my clothes. "Next time, maybe park first?"
"Next time?" His eyes darkened. "Already planning ahead?"
"Shut up and feed me. I worked up an appetite with all that traffic study."
His laugh echoed through the parking lot as he took my hand, leading me toward the restaurant entrance. "Whatever you say, Professor Parker."
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