“Mia! Come down and pitch in with the last boxes!” Mom shouted.
I threw on the yellow dress from yesterday.
It was short, barely covering my thighs. I skipped my bra. The thin fabric rubbed against my hard nipples. Underneath, I only wore panties, already wet from yesterday’s memory.
I checked my reflection and quickly looked away. It was just hot outside. I definitely wasn't dressing up for him.
Downstairs, the living room was chaos. Boxes everywhere. Rick was loading the SUV, shoulders flexing under his black t-shirt, sweat making the fabric cling to his back. Tall and muscular, his jawline was set like he was better than everyone. He caught me looking and smirked.
“Finally decided to help out, princess?” His voice dripped with that fake sweetness he used just to piss me off.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped, grabbing a small box.
Mom sighed from the doorway. “Mia, please. You’ve been acting like a child about this move. Rick is doing this for us. For the family.”
Family. The word made me want to laugh. But somewhere deep inside, a forbidden part of me wondered what it would actually feel like to be that close to him.
I shook the thought away.
The car was packed to the roof. The passenger seat was buried under boxes, and the back was crammed with more stuff. There was barely room for two people. We started out with Mom and me squished in the back while Rick drove the first leg. Every bump pressed me against her, and I spent the ride fuming, trying not to picture her husband naked in the shower.
After two hours, Rick pulled into a gas station. “My eyes are killing me from that night shift. You drive, babe.”
Mom stretched. “Okay. Mia, stay in the back. We’ll manage.”
But when Rick tried to squeeze back there with me, it was impossible. The cargo had shifted, taking up too much space. Mom gave up trying to rearrange it.
“Sweetie, just sit on Rick’s lap. It’s not that far now.”
My cheeks flushed. “What? No! I'm not sitting on him. I can't."
Rick leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing that smug smirk. “Scared, princess?”
Mom shot me a warning glare. “Mia, knock it off. It's just a lap. Grow up.”
I caved, my heart racing for reasons I didn’t want to admit.
Rick climbed in first, spreading his thighs as much as the cramped space allowed. I hesitated, then awkwardly climbed in after him. As I lowered myself, my sundress rode up. His lap felt hard beneath me. I tried to perch on the edge, keeping my back straight, but the car was too packed. I had no choice but to settle fully against him.
His hands rested lightly on my hips to steady me. “There we go. Not so bad, right?”
I didn’t answer. My pulse was hammering. This was wrong. Why did his body feel so warm?
The memory of his cock in the shower flashed through my mind, and my pussy twitched.
Mom pulled onto the highway. The road was awful—an old stretch of asphalt riddled with potholes. Every jolt sent me grinding down against him. I bit my cheek, trying to ignore it. But after thirty minutes, my legs started cramping from holding myself up.
“Fuck… my legs are killing me,” I muttered.
Rick’s voice was low, close to my ear. “Stop fighting it. You're having muscle spasms. Let me help.”
His hand slid down my thigh, gripping gently as he hooked my leg outward so I could stretch. The movement made me sink deeper into his lap.
And that’s when I felt it.
Hard and thick. Pressing against the thin fabric of my panties through his shorts. His cock. Fully erect and throbbing under my ass.
My breath caught. Oh my god. He was huge. Just like yesterday. My pussy clenched involuntarily as warmth flooded between my legs. I was getting wet. Fast.
Every bump made my ass grind slowly along his length. The friction was maddening.
“You okay back there?” Mom asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah,” I lied, my voice tight.
Rick’s hand remained on my thigh, his thumb absently stroking the bare skin where my hem had ridden up. His voice dropped lower, vibrating against my ear. “Your pulse is elevated, Mia. I can feel it racing. As your doctor, I should probably examine you.”
An exam? Here? I froze. He moved closer, his arm pulling me flush against his lap. The solid weight of his erection pressed firmly into my lower back.
My mind raced. Why was he so hard? Did he want me? I kept imagining it inside me, wondering how he would stretch me if he pulled my panties aside.
Another pothole hit. I bounced, sliding back until his cock nestled perfectly between my ass cheeks.
A sudden heat consumed me. It felt too good. I lost control, pushing back and grinding my hips against his bulge.
He took a sharp breath, letting out a rough groan. His breath fanned hot over my neck as his hand gripped my hip tight.
I could feel it. He couldn't wait.
“Careful,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. He used that clinical voice again. “You feel hot, Mia. Open your legs. Let me check how wet you are.”
Then, his warm finger hooked my panties.