Cabby

Celeste slid into the backseat of the cab, her dress hiking slightly before she fixed it. He was a younger driver. She was used to only having old men drive the old-fashioned yellow taxis, since younger drivers now did those fancy driving apps.

He looked at her in the rearview mirror, and she caught his eyes looking her up and down. Normally that would have been a huge turn off, but this guy was hot.

“Where to, miss?”

She rattled off an address, and he didn’t waste any time merging into traffic. Just leaving work, she wanted to swing by her place to swap out a few items from her purse and to change into a sexier dress before heading to the clubs with some friends. Tonight was her night to let loose.

“Any fun plans tonight?” he asked.

She looked up, surprised he was carrying on a conversation. She had never been with a taxi driver who was chatty. They were all business.

“Just going out with some friends. How about you?”

“No. You’re my last fare, and then I have the rest of the night off.”

The twenty minute commute to her apartment dragged on an extra ten minutes due to traffic. She quickly texted her friends that she was running behind, not that it mattered. They were all coming from the same direction, so they would all be late. And, to be honest, they were always late anyway. Who knows, she could still end up being the first one there.

A text dinged her phone, and she looked down, frowning. The last person on the planet she was expecting was texting her. Her ex. Of all people, it had to be him. This was her night. HER night to have fun. And he knew he would throw her off her game if he texted.

She rolled her eyes and ignored it before it pinged again. Like a train wreck, she couldn’t look away.

“Fucker.”

“You okay back there?” the cabby asked.

She looked up and blushed. “I’m sorry. I received an unwanted message.”

“It’s no problem. I know how that goes.”

She smiled at him from where he watched her in the rearview mirror. “Any horrible exes?”

“Of course. We all must have one.”

She laughed, her mood immediately brightening as she tucked her phone into her purse, not interested in reading anymore messages from him.

They bantered back and forth before they pulled up outside of her apartment. The streets were calm. Instead of a standstill in traffic, it was actually moving freely.

She looked around and a devilish smile quirked her lips. “I think I may have lost my earring back here.” She feigned innocence and looked around before raising an eyebrow at him.

He turned around in the seat to face her, concern on his face as he leaned over the partition to look at the floor.

She hiked up the bottom of her dress. Normally she wouldn’t play herself off like that. She wasn’t a whore by any means, but she just wanted to let go for once. Blow some steam.

Possibly blow him.

Sliding a foot out of her high heels, she stretched a leg up onto the back of the seat in front of her, knowing he was getting a full view of her black, lace thong.

He cleared his throat and stared at the view. The lust on his face was hard to miss, and she knew she had him. She loved being able to give men that look on purpose.

“Are you going to help me find my earring?” she asked, softly.

“Yes, miss.”

Opening the door, he moved around to the backseat, sliding in next to her. He glanced around nervously at their location and she smirked. “It’s more fun this way.—Knowing we could get caught.”

His hand rested on her thigh and sweat beaded on his forehead.

*No way am I the first passenger he has slept with*, she thought.

Is that possible? This guy drives around all day.

She shifted her legs so his hand slid down, grazing her slightly, the smallest touch eliciting a moan. She wanted this. So. Fucking. Bad.

“You like that?” he asked, sliding her panties to the side and immediately slipping a finger into her.

Oh, he *had* done this before. And she liked it.

“Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want it. Give it to me. Please.” She rocked against his hand as his finger dipped in and out of her, lightly grazing her clit along the way.

His other hand worked at his fly while he continued to tease her. He pulled himself out and grabbed her hand, wrapping it around his dick. “You need to please me.”

A dominant. Her legs quivered at the thought. Her fingers tightened around him as they slowly went from base to tip, giving him a little tug around his sensitive head.

“Fuck,” he said, aligning a second finger with his first and curling them into her.

She moaned and leaned forward into the touch. His hand pushed her head down until she was above his cock.

“While you’re down there…”

He didn’t have to say it twice. She was already pulling him into her mouth, hungrily sucking at his tip, tasting the pre-cum on her tongue. His hand pressed on the back of her head until his cock hit her throat.

She struggled against the size of him, willing herself to relax, relishing him in her mouth. She swallowed against his dick, and his hips jerked as her mouth tightened around him.

He cursed and gripped her hair, holding her onto him and setting the pace. She was about to protest that he stopped pleasuring her, but he promised he would lick her to satisfaction. That was enough for her, and she moved with his pace until he was spewing into her mouth.

She pulled back and eyed him warily as he leaned against the seat, an arm draped over his eyes. She swallowed and licked her lips, wondering if he’d keep up his end of the bargain.

He pulled his pants up to cover himself, and then yanked her thighs, causing her to fall backward onto the seat until she was lying down. He spread her legs open in front of him and ripped her panties in half until they were lying in a heap on the floor.

She almost protested to seeing her favorite pair of underwear now only a scrap of fabric, but he silenced her when his tongue descended on her. Her eyes rolled back. Forget the panties. If he could do this, it was worth it. The velvety sensation of his tongue against her almost sent her over the edge immediately. Her fingers dug into the upholstery of the seat as he licked and sucked at her clit.

Two fingers sank into her and curled against her sweet spot, and black spots formed in front of her eyes. She moaned and her heart pounded in her chest, her legs quaking from the intensity forming inside her.

When his teeth lightly bit down on her, her body released and her hips bucked wildly against his hands holding her down. He continued to suck her bundle of nerves and curled his fingers tighter until her whole body was milking him. Slowly, her hips came to rest, and he pulled away from her, sticking his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of him.

She stared at him through hooded eyes; her legs still spread in front of him, heart continuing to throb at the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced.

This cabby she needed to ride with again.

**Check out the link in my profile to read more about Celeste’s fun adventures. This post is published in From Celeste’s Lips (2020 book 1).**

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