“Fuck, Tris!” he said, swerving.
I started to pull away, but he laid his hand on the back of my head. For reasons passing understanding, the clicking of the turn signal made me harder.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered as he slowed and angled off the road.
Groaning, I deepened my suction, loving the feel of his fat head entering my throat. His other hand landed on my ass, squeezing it so hard I knew there’d be bruises.
“Widen your legs for me, Tris.”
I complied, hollowing out my cheeks as he tore aside my graduation gown. I thought I might’ve heard a rip but forgot all about it the instant he ran two firm fingers along the middle seam of my slacks. He stroked my balls through the soft fabric, grunting as warm cum filled my mouth.
I swallowed, then drew back enough to grit out, “Fuck, I’m so close.”
I tongued Joel’s sensitive slit, enjoying his shivers as he reached around and unzipped me one-handed, fishing my leaking dick from my underwear. I moved to pull off of his cock, but his hand at the back of my head kept me in place.“Shift your butt, baby. I need to see you come.”
Even though I was face down on his cock, I twisted to the side while eighteen-wheelers screamed by us. Joel’s shaft twitched in my mouth as the pressure on the back of my head increased. He rolled his hips as he grasped my cock, stroking it in time.
I came on his leather bench, moaning around his girth. Both hands came to my head, and he began fucking my mouth.
“Feed me your cum,” he gritted out, so deep in my throat I could barely breathe.
Dizzy and loving it, I scooped my cum off the leather, offering it up to him on my fingertips. He leaned forward, deepening the angle of his cock in my throat, and sucked my fingers into his mouth.
“Again.”
This time when his lips slid over my skin, another shot of warm cum filled the back of my throat. He grunted through several violent thrusts, twisting his hips, needing everything my mouth could give him.
I continued nursing him as I took over, stroking my cock. I came again, fast, and cum trickled down my knuckles as he finally released me.
“Shit, your gown.”
It was half off one shoulder and ripped down the side. Laughing, I tugged it over my head and used it to wipe up the mess.
After that, we finished the drive. A little while later, we walked into the house I’d grown up in, disheveled and with love bites on our necks. All of the lights were off, and I wondered if we’d somehow beaten my family home.
We walked into the darkened living room… and two dozen people jumped up and screamed “Surprise!” at the top of their lungs.
Given that I was holding my bunched-up, ripped, and cum-stained graduation gown, I was pretty sure everyone knew what we’d gotten up to on the way. Joel grimaced, and Mom’s laugh rang out from the back of the crowd.
I shook my head as Dad handed us each a red Solo cup filled with Mom’s trash can punch. Knocking Joel’s shoulder, he warned, “This’ll burn your nose hairs, but go ahead and chug it. You’re gonna need it.”
Joel gamely downed the concoction. “Smooth,” he choked out, banging his fist against his chest.
I laughed and gestured to the room full of aunts, cousins, and friends. “Welcome to the family.”
CHAPTER6
joel
@thewateringhole:*bats eyes at the cute barista*
@theseguinbean:*blushes* stahp
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth,” I rasped, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I was discovering that Tristan was very, very oral. Not only did hehave no gag reflex, he also had no boundaries around putting his mouth on my body. Anything that made me moan or whine was fair game in his book, something I’d learned in the car ride on the way to his parents’ house before walking into their little surprise party.
Tristan almost had a heart attack when everyone jumped out, but I’d kept my cool. I’d needed him to know that I was willing to take whatever his family threw at me. When his grandmother asked me if my tattoos went all the way down, I knew I was in good hands.
