She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 383: Mrs. Sterling(5)

The car hummed as it pulled out from the curb, but inside the cabin, the atmosphere was suffocatingly thick.

Heena was trapped between the cold steering wheel and the unrelenting heat of Alex’s body.

She was pinned against him with a crushing, absolute intimacy, her skin flush against the rough denim of his trousers. Now, only two thin layers of fabric stood between her and the hard, unyielding reality of him.

​Every growl of the engine and every tremor of the road pulsed through his body and directly into hers, turning the car itself into a giant, vibrating conductor for the heat building between them.

As Alex steered, the movement of his thighs caused her slick, aching core to grind rhythmically against the rock-solid ridge of his cock.

”Mmmph—!”

Heena slammed her palm over her own mouth, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to stifle the traitorous cries of pleasure. Her mind was a chaotic static of fear and euphoria, but her body was in a state of total, mindless surrender.

Suddenly, the car jolted as it hit a shallow pothole in the road, the suspension bouncing sharply. The impact drove her down hard onto him, the sudden, deep friction sending a jagged bolt of electricity straight to her brain.

”Ah! Hah—”

A broken, high-pitched cry escaped through her fingers despite her best efforts.

She slumped against his chest, her forehead resting against his shoulder as her breath came in ragged, sobbing hitches.

Alex didn’t slow down. If anything, his grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles grazing her ribs as he steered the car closer to the sedan ahead of them.

”My dear professor,” he whispered, his voice a low, teasing rasp that made her skin crawl with fire. ”Look how you’re reacting... ”

”Tell me... are you getting excited because your husband is right there? Because he’s only a few yards away and you’re grinding yourself against a student.”

​”No... it’s not true...” she gasped, the denial out of her mouth before she could think. But her body was a traitor; even as she spoke, her hips didn’t stop their rhythmic, desperate search for friction.

​Only Heena knew the sheer, agonizing effort it took to maintain a shred of sanity while her core was pressed against the rock-solid heat of him.

In a moment of reckless, drug-like curiosity, she shifted, grinding her weight down to finally measure the length of what she was straddling.

The result made her eyes widen... he was more than she had ever imagined.

​The fact that her husband was just few yards away didn’t dampen the heat; it acted like liquid oxygen on a fire. The terror of the sedan in front of them and the soaring, forbidden pleasure between her legs created a cocktail of adrenaline that was almost too much to bear.

”You’re a liar, Mrs. Sterling,” Alex murmured, biting down gently on her earlobe. ”You love the risk. You love the fact that if he looks in his rearview mirror right now, he might see you. You’re dripping for the chance of being caught, aren’t you?”

Heena opened her mouth to deny it, but the words died as she felt his hand shift.

He didn’t go back to her breast; instead, his fingers hooked firmly into the waistband of her red silk panties.

​”W-what?” she stammered, her heart hammering against her ribs.

​She tried to protest, a weak sound catching in her throat, but her body had already betrayed her. Instinctively, she arched her back, lifting her hips just enough to give him the clearance he needed.

With a single, smooth tug, Alex slid the damp lace down her trembling legs.

​He didn’t toss them aside. He crumpled the red silk... the last piece of her dignity... and stuffed it deep into his pocket.

​”You won’t be needing these anymore, Mrs. Sterling,” he whispered, his voice dark and final.

​As he settled her back down, the shock was electric.

There was no longer any barrier; her bare, slick skin pressed directly against the rough fabric of his trousers, right over the rock-solid length of him.

The raw contact was so intense it felt like a physical blow. Heena’s eyes blew wide and a silent scream formed in her throat as a fresh wave of pleasure rolled through her... she felt as if she were going to come again just from the sheer, naked friction of him.

​Alex felt her shudder and let out a low chuckle. He shifted his weight, his heavy thigh muscles bunching and tensing beneath her as he floored the accelerator.

”Let’s see how close we can get,” he murmured, ”before you completely lose your mind.”

The acceleration was more than just a change in speed; it was a physical assault on her senses.

As Alex floored the gas, the engine’s hum intensified into a high-pitched, mechanical scream that vibrated through the floorboards, through the seat, and directly into Heena’s exposed, hypersensitive nerves.

Without the silk barrier of her panties, the rough texture of his trousers felt like sandpaper and velvet all at once, catching against her slick skin with every micro-movement of the car.

”Ah... Alex! Wait...”

Her voice was a thin, frayed thread. The increased velocity sent a constant, trembling frequency through her hips.

She was already hovering on a jagged precipice, her body primed by the chase and the sheer, raw contact of her bare skin against him.

The car hit a stretch of uneven pavement, and the resulting tremors were the final spark.

Heena’s back arched so violently it hit the steering wheel. Her head thrashed back, her mouth falling open in a silent, shattered gasp as the world dissolved into white light.

She couldn’t hold it back... she didn’t even want to.

She came in violent, crashing waves, her body bucking uncontrollably against his lap.

The release was torrential, a hot, desperate flood that soaked through the fabric of his trousers, wetting him to the skin. A broken, sobbing cry finally tore from her throat, echoing off the windshield as her internal muscles clamped down on him with a rhythmic, crushing intensity.

Alex didn’t flinch. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the silver sedan ahead, though his jaw was set tight as he felt her heat drenching him.

As the waves finally began to recede, Heena slumped forward, her strength completely gone. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot, tear-stained cheek pressing against his skin.

The reality of what she had just done... the sheer, unbridled mess of her surrender... hit her with a crushing weight of shame.

She had just climaxed like a common, desperate girl on the lap of a student, completely bare, while her husband’s car was close enough to touch.

”Look at that,” Alex whispered, his voice thick with a dark, triumphant heat. He could feel the dampness spreading across his thighs, a trophy of her total ruin. ”No more Professor Sterling. Just a woman who can’t even control her own body when I’m behind the wheel.”

Heena didn’t look up. She couldn’t. She just kept her eyes squeezed shut, praying for the darkness to swallow her whole, even as her body continued to hum with the aftershocks of a pleasure she had never known existed.

They reached the sweeping turn of the bridge, the city lights below blurring into streaks of gold. Suddenly, the high-beam headlights of a passing car on the opposite lane swept across the interior of Howard’s sedan ahead of them, illuminating the cabin with a clinical, unforgiving glare.

”Look at that, Mrs. Sterling,” Alex laughed, a hard, mocking sound that cut through the wind noise. ”There he is. The man you saved yourself for.”

Heena’s breath hitched. Through the rear window of the car ahead, she saw it.

A woman’s hand, pale and slender, reached up to stroke the back of the driver’s head. It was a gesture of intimate, casual possession—the kind of touch Heena hadn’t received in a decade.

’I’ll be busy tonight, Heena. Don’t wait up.’

The memory of Howard’s voice, cold and dismissive, echoed in her mind.

She had been the beige wife, saving herself, holding onto the hollow hope that if she remained dignified and patient, he would eventually return to her.

A white-hot wave of fury, sharper than any arousal, crested in her chest.

She looked down at herself... trapped on a student’s lap, her skirt hiked to her waist, her panties in his pocket, her release still warm and slick on the thighs of a man half her age.

Her body had betrayed her completely, leaving the evidence of it soaked into his trousers like a confession she could never take back.

’If that bastard had only cared for her, she wouldn’t have become this ”vain” woman. She wouldn’t be a shivering wreck in the hands of a boy half her age.’

”Don’t you want to know who it is, Mrs. Sterling?” Alex whispered from behind her, his lips grazing her neck. He could feel the shift in her, the way her muscles had gone from tense with fear to rigid with rage.

Heena didn’t answer with words. She didn’t cry. Instead, she leaned back against him, abandoning the last shred of her resistance. She slammed her weight down onto his lap with a newfound, vengeful force, her hips beginning a slow, deliberate grind that was no longer an accident.

She wasn’t just reacting anymore; she was participating.

”Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on the back of Howard’s head. ”Get closer, Alex. I want to see her face.”