He groaned into my mouth, but I felt the seat jerk as he shifted.
A horn blew.
All anxiety evacuated my body as I looked up for the soft-top controls. I hit the button, rolling the roof back just enough to get my hand through, and I flipped off the person behind us just as Gavin jammed on the accelerator. I was thrown back into the seat again, laughing and hanging onto his arm to keep myself steady.
“So, Cupid…” I smiled slyly and shifted back up to his side. I kissed his scruff-covered cheek, unbuttoning his pants as he slipped his right arm back around my waist. I pressed my palm to his length, groaning at the feeling of his size and length. I loved the way he responded to me, so much so that teasing him through his underwear wasn’t enough. I pulled his cock from the slit in his boxer briefs. My hand wrapped firmly around his tip, and he moaned in my ear.
“You like that?” I whispered as I turned to watch his eyes flutter. His answer came in another groan as I continued to stroke him. I relished that power over him, knowing one slip of the wheel could have sent us crashing into another vehicle.
I craved that thrill—being exposed and teetering on the edge of oblivion. It was a thrill that I hadn’t felt in a long time. He made me feel invincible and sexy, desired and powerful. It was hot, and I was soaking from the intensity of him.
I settled on my knees, arched my back, and lifted my ass high in the air as I bent down to his lap. And when my lips enclosed around his tip, he cursed my name.
“Oh, fuck yes… Chloe,” he whispered as he fisted the bottom of my skirt, exposing my thong and the straps over my bare ass that attached to my stockings. He massaged my ass and then smacked it hard, making me moan around his dick.
“Just like that,” he uttered as he smacked my ass again. “Gods,yes.“
The force of his spank had me soaking more than I already was. I lowered my mouth, stretching over his girth, slowly tonguing his taut cock. I wiggled my backside as he toyed with the thong between my cheeks.
His dick hit the back of my throat. Again and again. And the further I took him into oblivion, the further he reached over around my ass. He curled those fingers and grazed my entrances, cursing when he felt my wetness. Just as he seemed to think about teasing me, I took him all the way in again, gagging on his thickness taking up and swelling down my throat, and his hand moved from my ass to the back of my head.
“Fuck, baby.” His voice was hardly more audible than a whisper as his hips moved in my direction. His fingers wrapped in my hair, his legs spreading wide to adjust himself.
“You want my cock deeper, sweet girl?” he asked as the car slowed for another stoplight.
I pulled back slowly, head tilting as I tongued his tip. “Yes,” I answered.
“You like showing off that pussy in the dark, don’t you?” he asked. “Does it make you wetter? Knowing how many people are salivating at that ass in the window? At how many people have been staring and watching you suck my dick at these stoplights?”
I groaned around his cock again at the thought as I started sucking on him once more. Thankfully, the window was at least a little tinted, so my ass wasn’t completely out. However, I couldn’t deny that I liked the idea that people could see my silhouette like this. I’d never really been a public play person, but this… this was intoxicating. I could have done this all night—fucked him with the roof totally off, not just the soft-top rolled back. I wanted to watch people get off at the sight of me riding him, put on a show for the rest of this fucking town.
The fantasy of fucking him like that made me hum on his length and take him deeper. Knowing how the stop lights and streetlamps would cascade on us and reflect off the drops of water and puddles left behind by the snow… How that cold, misty air would tease my skin… how his fingers would dig into my ass—
His middle finger dipped inside me, and he chuckled deeply, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Gods, thatismaking you wetter. Do you think you deserve to choke on my cock for that?”
My answer hummed around his length, and I felt the seat move as his head hit the headrest, hand tightening in my hair again. The grip sent a shiver over my skin. The slow help and guidance of his grasp begged me to take him deeper, to salivate around his dick and choke when he held me there too long.
And I fucking did.
I let him push me. I let him choke me. I let him hold me there until saliva dribbled out of my mouth, until my eyes teared up, and I had to grip his leg to come up for air. I gasped for breath upon coming up and felt the rumble of his chuckle beside me.
“You’re such a good,sweetgirl…” he cooed, and I didn’t understand how those words sent my pulse into overdrive.
As he made a slow turn onto the highway, he grasped my chin and turned me to look at him. His thumb wiped away the tear that had escaped when I hadn’t been able to breathe.
“Make me come, baby,” he whispered. “Make me forget I’m driving this car. Send us both into oblivion.”
A fleeting kiss was pressed to my lips before I lowered myself again. He tugged on my hair as I worked him, causing a tingle to rise on my skin and my pussy to throb. Every inch of him, I sucked and swirled my tongue. Though, this time, I wasn’t teasing. I wasn’t savoring. I meant to bring him to his end—to send him crashing to that end. Crashing and writhing and begging me to stop as he spilled. I wanted his legs shaking and his knuckles white against the steering wheel. Wanted him gripping my hair until I cried out in pain.
“Shit, baby—“
The car was speeding up as he tried to deny his end. It only made me more eager. I had him right at his edge. I could feel him straining, his hips bucking erratically.
“Oh, fuck, like that,” he was suddenly saying. “Holy gods, Chloe—Like that—fuck—”
The engine was at a roar. We were swerving, speeding, and every second had me taking him further toward that abyss. His head threw back into the headrest as an urgency took over. He cursed my name again, his hand slamming into the steering wheel, his cock taut.
I had him—hadhim—
