Free Indecent (The Cage Sessions Book 1) by Skylar Cross Page A

day.
    Grrrrrrrrr!
    I bang my steering wheel.
    Everybody move! Can't you see? I'm a horny
bitch and I need to fuck myself with this giant dildo!
    Did I say that out loud? Hope not.
    What if I fingered myself here in the car?
That could get messy.
    But maybe not.
    I look to my left. A Latina woman bopping to
salsa in a green Accord.
    I look to my right. A man in his fifties
wearing sunglasses talking animatedly into his phone in his silver
Jaguar. Bet his AC is nice and cool.
    Okay, going to give it a go.
    Glad I wore a skirt today, at least. Jeans
would have been impossible.
    I reach down between my legs.
    Fuck, I need to undo the seatbelt. It's in
the goddamned way.
    The warning light comes on, squawking that
I'm in danger. Yeah, what the fuck ever. I was in danger the moment
I set foot on Damien Cage's property.
    I get under my panties and find my drenched
clit.
    Hi, babe.
    I rub my outer lips up and down, squeezing my
hood inside of them. I picture Damien Cage at his outdoor table.
Deep blue eyes piercing my soul. Pierced left eyebrow. Tiny jagged
tattoo around the right one. Dark hair with bleach-blond
highlights.
    Oh, God!
    I let my middle finger drift inside me as I
draw little circles on my nub with my thumb.
    Mmmmmmmmmm...
    With my left hand, I grip the steering wheel
tight. Have to pay at least some attention to my spot on the
highway.
    Time for a second finger.
    I put my left leg up a little for better
access. I look around. My traveling companions are now two
gamer-type guys in an old gray Taurus and an old lady in a peach
Cadillac. Nobody seems to notice me.
    Nonchalantly, I duck down in my seat like I
have to seriously study my tachometer. This is only so I can get a
better angle.
    In go my fingers.
    Fuck!
    Oh God, what's wrong with me?
    Why am I masturbating in traffic? Really? I
mean come on, is this truly necessary, Annika?
    I pull my fingers out and sit up.
    Enough of this! Control yourself, Annika!
    I turn on the radio, flipping stations. The
cassette adapter into which I usually plug my Sansa mp3 player
stopped working last week.
    But good ol' FM pulls through as I find some
music I like. It occupies my mind and calms my pussy a little. I
sing along with Pop Evil on Torn to Pieces and Journey on Don't Stop Believin' as the traffic begins to pick up a
little.
    But my cooch re-launches her waterworks at
the haunting chords that kick off the next song on the hard rock
station.
    Shit.
    It's Drifting in the Sky by Eon
Sphinx.
    Annnnnnnnnnnd we're back.....
    A massive gash attack hits me again, harder
this time. I feel it in my thighs and goddamned kneecaps, for
Christ's sake!
    Fuck, I think I'm sex-obsessed. Maybe I
should find a therapist.
    Then I look over at the big purple bag
again.
    What if I could get my new bad boy inside me
while sitting here in traffic?
    Annika, shut the fuck up! You're insane. Stop
it. Just wait until you get home!
    But I'm obsessed. No amount of singing out
loud is going to help. I think they used to call it nymphomania. I
call it need-to-get-fucked-right-fucking-now.
    That's it. Let's get risky.
    I reach over to the package and touch the big
electric blue monster again.
    Ahhhhhh.
    My pussy twitches.
    Then, I look around again. Gamer boys still
on my left. Jaguar guy back again on my right.
    I whip the big floppy cock out of its package
and down between my legs.
    I have to reach down with my left hand to
move my panties aside.
    Ah, there it is. There's my big glistening
boy. Say hello to your new best friend.
    I hear myself make a little whimpering
sound.
    Then I push it in.
    Ahhhhhhhhhh...
    All the way in.
    Mmmmmmmmm... so fucking huge. I love it!
    I look around.
    I'm sitting in Miami traffic with an
eight-inch dildo inside me!
    Well, okay, seven. That last inch doesn't
seem to want to make it.
    The perv in me loves this.
    I move the dildo backwards and forwards.
    I make a sound. Not sure what it is. Kind of
like a whimpering dog.
    Good thing my windows are up.
    Slumped down in the