Can't Get Enough by Tenille Brown

stop myself from yelling, but it was no use. My hips started to lift off the seat as if I had no control over them, my body wracked with spasms as I came into his mouth. The cab got quiet as we pulled apart and as exhausted as I was, I managed to pull up my pants. He got out of the backseat and back behind the wheel and I followed his lead. Without a word, he started the car and within minutes, we were back in front of my apartment complex. I pulled out my wallet to pay the fare, but he stopped me.
    â€œKeep your money, mate.”
    â€œYou sure? What about the pub?”
    â€œI think I’ve got it covered. Besides, you turned my day right around.”
    I turned to open the door, but he pulled me back, kissing me hard.
    â€œSo, is this what you meant by perks of the job?” I asked.
    â€œYeah, I’d have to say it qualifies.” He jammed a business card into my hand and leaned back, smiling as he spoke.
    â€œNext time you need a ride, mate, give me a call.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œTell me something, how many other drivers have you asked?”
    I smiled and lied through my teeth.
    â€œYou’re the first.”

WHEN HE GETS HOME
    Lucy Felthouse
    T he moment Nina heard the rumble of her husband’s car engine as he pulled into the drive, she dropped her book and all but leapt out of her chair. Moving fast across the living room, then through the kitchen, she flung open the internal door that led into the garage. Walking in, she closed it behind her. Standing, arms folded, one foot tapping repeatedly on the floor, she waited for Owen to drive the car into the garage, then press the button that shut the door behind him and the vehicle. When the bottom of the up-and-over touched concrete and the car’s ignition was shut off, she practically ran around to the driver’s side and tugged the door open before Owen got the chance.
    The sight of his wife standing there, an indeterminable expression on her face, made Owen’s heart sink. He had no idea what was going on, and she never normally came into the garage to meet him when he got home. She didn’t look very happy, either. He didn’t speak, as he suspected whatever he said would be the wrong thing.
    Nina didn’t speak, either. There were no words to explain what she was thinking and feeling right now, so she decided that instead of talking, she’d just act. That decided, she leaned forward and touched the button to recline the seat Owen was sitting in. She smirked at his expression—the poor man had no idea what was coming to him. She was going to make sure he’d never forget it, either.
    Owen’s body jerked as he responded to the shock of the back support disappearing from behind him. Nina’s expression still looked strange—yet eerily beautiful—and when she rested a palm on his chest and shoved him, he landed on the now-flat backrest with a thump that knocked the air out of his lungs. “W-what are you—?” His hastily spoken words were cut off when Nina straddled his lap and silenced him by leaning down and pressing her lips to his.
    Nina couldn’t help but find Owen’s reaction amusing. He looked as though he thought she was going to kill him or something. Despite that, she felt his cock hardening beneath her and was glad her husband’s body was ready, even if his brain couldn’t quite catch up. She knelt up enough so she could slide her hand between their bodies and cup his crotch, squeezing and stroking his rapidly growing erection.
    Owen’s eyes widened as his wife played with his hard-on through his suit trousers, then abruptly tugged down his fly, slipped her hand through the gap and maneuvred his cock out through it. Part of him wanted to say something about the fact that the edges of the zip might scratch his shaft, possibly even draw blood, but the rest of him said to shut up—he was about to get laid. In the car, no less!
    Enjoying the