I slide back along the bench seat of his truck. Wow, it’s surprising how much room there is back here.
“Lie down, beautiful,” Matt encourages.
I nervously comply, lifting my head to watch him as he flips up my green sundress to find the one pair of lacy underwear I own. His eyes sparkle as he lowers them down my legs. Once he has them off, he looks down at me with a hunger I’ve never seen from anyone before. Most of my sexual experiences have occurred when either one or both parties were a little intoxicated. I keep having to bite my lip to ensure this is actually happening.
“Uh, don’t try pulling any fifty shades kink and tucking those in your back pocket for later. I’m gonna need those back.” I giggle.
“Damn,” he replies before rubbing his hand over the stiff column beneath the zipper of his shorts.
Gah, I wish we were just throwing caution to the wind tonight. I’d give anything to know what it feels like to have him inside me. This thought is cut short as Matthew grabs each of my thighs and yanks me closer to him.
“One rule.”
“There are rules?” I tease.
“Yes. You cannot look at me.”
“Are you for real right now?”
“Fuck, Ellie. I wasn’t kidding. I swear I think I’ll come in my pants if I see your eyes. Work with me, will ya?”
I throw my head back on the seat, clutching my sides in laughter. Until I feel the swipe of his tongue through my sex and immediately cry out.
“Oh, fuck. I knew you’d be sweet,” he says before I feel him spread me wide and dive back in.
“Oh. My. God,” I pant. I had no idea anything could feel this good. As much as I’d love to watch what he’s doing, I’m trying to honor his request. It feels like his face is buried between my legs. Devouring me.
“You’re so wet. Do you always get this wet? Or is this just for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s back at it. Oh, the beard burn I’m going to have tomorrow.
“It’s you. It’s all you,” I moan.
Matt replaces his tongue with his thick fingers. Before I can adjust to the sensation, he’s teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Matt. I’m not going to last like this.”
He alternates between lashing his tongue over my sensitive flesh and sucking on my clit, and I can tell I’m dangerously close to the edge. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.” Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs delicious circles over my swollen nub, driving his tongue deep inside me.
“Matt!” My fingers dig into the seat as the most powerful orgasm of my life overtakes me. My heart is racing wildly in my chest, my breathing so erratic, I barely notice he’s hovering above me.
“Did it live up to the hype?” He chuckles.
“I think it surpassed it.”But that’s likely all him.I try to catch my breath as he runs his fingers through my hair. He has the most dazzling smile on his face. Pushing up on my elbows, I pull my legs up so I can change positions. “My turn,” I say, rubbing my hands together. Sliding from the seat onto the floor of the truck, I lick my lips.
Matthew’s eyes are hooded as I reach up to unbutton and unzip his pants before lowering them. His thick, heavy erection springs free, and my mouth instantly waters.
“Jesus. I can’t look at you, or I won’t last a minute.”
I giggle as I reach out for him, wrapping my fingers around the base of his rigid shaft. His heavy breaths bounce within the inside of his truck before I’ve given the first lick. A bead of precum welcomes me at the tip. Dragging the flat of my tongue along the length of him, I circle the head, gathering his salty taste in one stroke.
“Holy shit,” he groans.
His sounds spur me on, so I open wide, sliding his thick cock into the back of my throat as I stroke him. Alternating sucks, strokes of my hand, and flicks of my tongue along the head of his cock, I cup his balls in my left hand and give them a tug. I pull back with a pop momentarily in order to stroke his cock while I lift the hem of his shirt to watch how his abdominal muscles contract with my touch. His inked torso is the stuff dreams are made of.
Returning to his glistening cock, I stroke him more aggressively while simultaneously taking as much of him as I can into my throat. His muffled sounds of pleasure above me are unintelligible. I bob my head up and down his veiny length until his voice clears.
“Baby, you need to stop if you don’t want me to spill down your throat.”
I moan around him as I continue to suck and stroke him. Both of his hands grab ahold of my hair, virtually holding me in place as he bucks into my mouth.
