Fake Dating The Bad Boy-Chapter 106: Dangerous Ride

June POV:

I saw the way his jaw ticked.

"You look tense," I added sweetly, dragging my palm higher. Still over his pants, my fingers tracing circles just above his thigh, close enough to tease, far enough to deny.

"June..." he warned.

I leaned over slightly, my lips close to his ear. "It’s only fair I get to return the favor."

His breath caught the second I pressed the heel of my palm directly over the bulge in his slacks. It wasn’t full yet, but it was getting there. I smiled.

He tried to shift, to edge away from the pressure, but I followed with just enough firmness to let him know: I was here to play.

"You sure you can handle this and still drive, Mr. Control?" I whispered, rubbing slow circles. My palm flattened, pressing into the thick length beneath his pants. Even through the fabric, I could feel him responding—hot, hard, growing.

"Shit," he muttered, one hand tightening on the wheel.

"Still think I’m the one who’s in trouble?" I asked, kissing the side of his neck. "Because from where I’m sitting, you’re the one squirming now."

"June." A warning. A plea. A low, ragged breath. "We’ll crash."

"Then pull over." I dragged my nails across the bulge through his pants. He cursed, the car swerving slightly before he righted it.

But he didn’t pull over.

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I kept going, slow and steady. Teasing. I rubbed him through his slacks, my fingertips brushing the outline of his length, my other hand sneaking in to undo the button.

That got his attention.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he growled, eyes still fixed on the road.

"I’m just making it fair," I said, breathy and wicked. "You’ve had me squirming since we left. My turn."

I pulled down his zipper carefully, slowly, letting the tension build. His cock strained against his briefs, desperate for release.

"You gonna stop me?" I challenged.

He didn’t answer.

So I slid my hand inside.

Fuck.

His cock jerked under my palm the moment my fingers found the head, thick and already straining against the fabric. I bit my lower lip, heat swirling in my belly, as a curse tore from Justin’s lips.

"June—fuck," he hissed, his grip tightening on the wheel.

That reaction only made me bolder.

I kept my eyes innocent, like I wasn’t stroking him through his pants while vibrating from the inside out. Like I wasn’t seconds away from exploding, every nerve lit up from the toys he stuffed in me like a wicked secret. If he thought he’d torture me all the way to campus and get away with it, he had another thing coming.

Before he could gather himself, he fumbled for the remote and clicked something—just as I suspected—and the vibrator in my ass jumped to life again, stronger this time. It hit hard and deep, and I jerked forward, gripping his cock harder by reflex.

"Ah—damn it, Justin!" I gasped, my hips twitching, grinding involuntarily against the seat as the pleasure cracked down my spine.

My thighs trembled. My breath stuttered. My body was seeking friction, chasing release it couldn’t quite reach, and it was his fault.

So I gave it back to him.

"You’re really gonna play dirty?" I murmured, forcing the words out between ragged breaths. "Okay then."

I moved my hand slowly, still inside his briefs at first—stroking the length of him with measured, teasing pressure, just enough to make him shift in his seat, just enough to feel him twitch under my fingers. He was already so hard, it was unfair. My fingers trailed down to cup him, press gently, then stroke up again with a firm drag of my palm.

Justin’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, the lines of his throat sharp and beautiful. He wasn’t expecting this. Good.

His foot eased off the gas, and the car slowed a little as he snapped, "June, what the hell are you doing?"

I leaned in, close to his ear, and smiled—innocent, wicked, knowing all at once.

"Getting back at you, is it?" I whispered, dragging my fingers along the outline of his shaft again.

Without waiting for a reply, I slid down the his brief slowly—so slowly—and the second the fabric gave way, his cock sprang free, heavy, flushed, and pulsing in my hand.

He let out a strangled groan.

"Drive," I said simply, wrapping my fingers around him properly now. "You started this."

His knuckles were white on the wheel, his breathing sharp, controlled. Or trying to be.

The car engine purred beneath us, but I could feel his tension in every shallow breath he took, every small twitch of his hips as I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements. My thumb teased the slick bead at the tip, and he bucked ever so slightly.

My own hips were moving, trying to grind against the seat for relief, the toys inside me vibrating mercilessly with every bump of the road. My insides clenched with the need to come, but I held back—just barely—focused on watching him unravel.

Justin cursed again under his breath. "You’re gonna pay for this."

I just smiled, kissed his shoulder, and dragged my palm down his length again, heat and pleasure building in both of us like a fire we couldn’t put out.

As we neared the campus gates, I unbuckled my seatbelt, eyes flicking to Justin’s profile—focused, confident, and completely unaware of what I was about to do. I shifted lower in my seat, lips curved in mischief, and leaned in.

"June—" he warned, voice low, gravel-thick.

"I’m just evening the score," I said sweetly

The second my mouth wrapped around him, he cursed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"Hell—June," he growled, voice strained, eyes glued to the road like his life depended on it.

Which, honestly, at that speed—it probably did.

His knuckles whitened around the wheel. He swerved a little, cursing under his breath, then quickly corrected. "You’re going to get us killed."

"Then maybe don’t leave me with a damn vibrator in my ass while you drive me to class," I shot back, hand kneading and mouth sucking.

The vibrator still buzzed deep inside me, teasing my limits, making every movement feel like an earthquake inside my body. The v-balls shifted with every bump in the road, knocking at my core like they were trying to escape. But I was too far gone, too determined to let him have all the fun.

His hand found my hair, not pushing, just grounding himself. I kept my rhythm steady, matching each buzz inside me with the movement of my tongue, the glide of my lips. My thighs were trembling, heart racing, and the heat between us was enough to fog the windows.

Justin sped through the gates and straight to the lot, cursing under his breath with every sharp inhale. The second he parked, engine rumbling to silence, he threw his head back and closed his eyes—already riding the edge.

And I? I let go of him with a loud, unapologetic pop, licking my lips slowly as I sat up.

"You’re not getting to cum while I don’t," I said, unapologetic, reaching for my compact mirror like this was just another morning touch-up. My tone was sweet, but laced with wicked intent.

I popped my lips in mock innocence, grabbing my compact mirror from my bag. "Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to fix my hair. I have a reputation to maintain."

And just like that, I sat up properly, legs still trembling from the vibrations, my body betraying me with every pulse. But I refused to show it. I was a woman on a mission. My makeup was going to be perfect.

He opened his eyes, jaw tense. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

"Nope." I smoothed down my skirt, ignoring the insane pulsing between my thighs. "I believe the phrase is equal suffering, Mr. Toybag."

Justin groaned, dragging a hand down his face, eyes full of disbelief and fire. "You’re evil."

I blew him a kiss. "I learned from the best."

He leaned closer, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You know I’m going to get you back for this, right?"

I smirked, already reaching for the door handle. "Oh, I’m counting on it."

*******

I left him in the car to deal with the very obvious, very hard problem still straining against his pants. Not my fault. Okay—maybe a little. But he totally deserved it.

Thank God he’d switched off the vibrator before I stepped out, but even with the buzzing silenced, my legs still felt wobbly, like Jell-O on heels. And let’s not even talk about the v-balls. Every step I took sent them shifting inside me, brushing my walls and reminding me exactly where they were like some twisted internal ping-pong.

I tried to walk normal. Tried.

Back straight, chin up, expression calm. Meanwhile, my thighs were pressing together like they were conspiring to combust, and the damn plug in my ass? Still there. Unbothered. Like it belonged. Spoiler alert—it didn’t.

I passed a few students on the way in, smiling politely, praying no one noticed the flush on my cheeks or the barely-there shiver that ran through me every time I moved. I couldn’t even look back at the parking lot because I knew Justin was watching me, probably smirking like the cocky bastard he was.

The real kicker? We still had a full day ahead.

God help me.

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