Free Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson Page A

car even faster. The needle on the speedometer shook as it ticked higher and higher on the dial. My body wanted to lurch over the edge, out the door, through the windshield. Anything to break through this last barrier to the relief I craved.
    Finally, Owl pulled over onto the side of the highway. Cars whizzed past us. We parked underneath a street lamp.
    Owl undid his seat belt. He leaned over into my seat. He pulled my tight seatbelt until it was even tighter across my torso. I couldn’t move. He pushed my panties further to the side, until they were in the crease of my thighs, and thrust his fingers inside me. It moved the vibe deeper into me. He curled his fingers into my G-spot and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
    “Owl, please.” I panted. Tears pooled in my eyes.  
    He studied my face. “You know, Kira, when you’re ready to come your eyes crinkle. It’s like your going to cry, but you don’t. Your mouth makes the perfect shape of a heart. It’s beautiful.” He kissed the edges of my lips as he stroked me with his fingers.
    “I want to come, Owl. I want it so bad, but I can’t. I can’t.”
    “Tell me who it belongs to, Kira.”
    “It’s yours, Owl.”
    “What’s mine?”
    “My pussy. My orgasms. Please…”
    “Give it to me, baby. Give me what’s mine. Come for me, Kira.”
    And just like that, I came. I would’ve doubled over with the force of the orgasm if the seatbelt wasn’t restraining me.
    “Don’t stop, Kira.”  
    He pulled the vibe out and put it on my clit. I kept contracting. My legs shook, bouncing up and down on my toes.  
    “Don’t stop, baby.”
    My chest heaved, my fingernails cracked, my head arched back beyond the headrest. My entire body shook under his command. I came and came until he told me I could stop.  
    I think I may have passed out because when I opened my eyes again we were at my dorm. Owl walked me up the stairs, slowly and carefully on my weak knees. Once inside my room, he undressed me and tucked me into the bed.  
    As he pressed the sheets under my shoulders, my eyes were on level with his crotch. “You don’t need me to…?”
    He looked down at the line of my vision. “No baby, I’m good,” he grinned.
    “You haven’t fuck-me fucked me, been inside of me, in days. Don’t you need to, you know?”
    “No,” he kissed me on my forehead. “I’m good.” He reached over and turned out my lamp.
    “So… you’re gonna go and…”
    “Stick my dick in some other pussy?” He leaned against the wall. His features were plunged in darkness so I couldn’t read his expression, but I knew he was grinning at me. “I told you I wouldn’t fuck anybody but you when you gave me control of your orgasms. I’m a man of my word, Kira.”
    Owl moved to the door. The light from the hallway cast him in a garish silhouette. “Sleep well, baby.”
    My body did exactly what he told me to. Before he shut the door, I was out like the light.

Chapter Eleven

    “No. I didn’t fuck Owl.”
    I looked Ellie up and down as she denied fucking my boyfriend -no. Not, my boyfriend. My lover? My fuck buddy?
    I didn’t even know what the hell we were. I knew that he’d promised he wouldn’t be with another girl so long as I only came for him. But Ellie had the look of a girl who’d come recently. I knew that look because I’d been doing a lot of it these past couple of weeks.
    Ellie stood on the curb waiting for a ride to Owl and his boys’ party alongside me. She’d lost that innocent sheen since the last time I’d seen her. Presently, she looked like she’d been thoroughly fucked and was eager for more. If she was out here waiting for a ride, I had to assume that Hawk got his hands on her, likely more than just his hands. I was relieved to hear that Owl didn’t have a hand in whatever went on between Ellie and the Watchers Crew; that Owl had kept his word just like he’d told me he would.
    “But he was there,” Ellie said. “He watched.”
    I stiffened. I