A to Zane by Cherie Nicholls

stop a laugh escaping. “Yes?” she asked when she was able to control herself again.
    “Don’t tease.”
    “Tease? Me? Why, I’d never do that.”
    The skirt rose another inch, showing off her thighs. She stopped short of showing him she wore no underwear.
    “I’m trying to be the good guy here.” He all but growled at her.
    She fought a grin. What could it hurt, one last night of fun? Tomorrow she could send him back to the city and his life.
    Decision made she lifted her skirt higher.
    “I prefer bad boys.”
    They drove in silence for a few minutes. His jaw clenched hard; perhaps she’d been wrong to push. Perhaps he wasn’t really that interested, no matter what he said. Words and actions were very different things.
    Abby started to pull her dress back into place, but he stopped her with a firm grip around her wrist.
    “Ah ah,” he said without taking his eyes off of the road. “You want to play, we’ll play, but we’ll play my way, baby. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
    Abby let go of the material and waited for his next move.
    “Show me.”
    She didn’t move.
    “You want to offer a lot with your little peekaboo game, but you’re not willing to see it through. Is that it, baby? Such a little tease.”
    “I’m no tease. I just don’t see how you deserve more than a little.”
    Zane choked on a laugh. The car swerved, but he held it. She was grateful the roads around Hillside were mostly empty out this way.
    “Is that right? So what’ll get you to pull that skirt up over your waist?” He asked so casually, if you couldn’t hear his words, you’d have thought he was talking about the weather.
    One last night , she promised herself again, and this time when the morning came, she’d still be there when he woke up.
    With a lick of her lips she leaned across the center console and whispered in his ear, “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” She reached down and stroked the bulge clearly outlined in his trousers.
    Zane gave a deep growl. “Not the easiest thing to do when I’m driving, baby.”
    Abby looked out the front window, and a small dirt track caught her eye. It led to the old Duncannon place, which had been empty for years.
    “Take the left.” Zane didn’t argue. He maneuvered the car down the road as far as it would go.
    They stopped just short of the house, pulling in behind the old large barn.
    “Now show me,” he said.
    “You first.” She turned in the seat, one heel balanced on the edge of his seat, the other on the floor of the car. She moved her dress to make sure he could see nothing below the waist.
    He snarled a little, giving her a flash of fang. Heat pooled low in her stomach. Who knew I was a fang fan?
    He reached for the belt of his trousers, pulling it open and yanking the zipper down.
    His hips rose from the seat, and he pulled his pants and black boxers down. His hard-on sprang free, standing to attention.
    “Well, hello.” She reached out to stroke the glistening top, but he caught her hand.
    “Now you.”
    She pouted but pulled her hand back. Abby moved the skirt up, slowly revealing inch by tortuous inch. His cock seemed to bob in time with her movements.
    When she was bare from the waist down she pointed at his cock. “Now can I touch?”
    “Be my guest.”
    Abby moved fast. She came forward, wrapped a hand around the base of his erection, and sucked him into her mouth.
    “Fuck!”
    She pulled up, running her tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. She released the head with a pop.
    “Did you say something?” she asked.
    Zane grabbed the back of her head and pulled her up so he could capture her lips. The kiss was pure aggression, and she loved every second of it.
    “You sucked my cock,” he said.
    “I did, and I’m going to do it again when you let go of my hair.”
    “I didn’t agree to that.”
    “You don’t want me to suck your cock? To take you deep and let you come down my throat?” As she spoke, she