He squints in wicked delight upon watching me sit up on my knees. He hits the garage opener, and as the door rises, he reaches beneath my chin and tugs it upward.
“The restaurant is just five minutes away, beautiful,” he says. “You going to make me come in that time?”
I nod desperately. “Yes,” I plea.
He threads his hand into my hair at the back of my head, and I can see the licentious gleam practically pouring into those blown pupils. For a beat, I think he’s going to say something. Yet, his dark gaze is enough to have me crawling across the floor to him if he tells me to.
And before I can steady myself, he accelerates out of the driveway, brings my face to his for a quick kiss, and then pushes my head into his lap.
I reach for the volume wheel and turn the playlist up, blaring metal through the speakers.
Despite the sunlight flaring over the tinted windows, I know we’re concealed. I know no one can see me bent over his lap and taking his attentive length into my mouth.
“Fuck, Andi,” he mutters, his fingers massaging my scalp.
His dick hits the back of my throat as I bob my head and swirl my tongue around his tip. A quiet moan escapes me when I feel him shift his hips up, hear the engine roar as he speeds through traffic. He’s sucking air through his teeth and cursing, and I know he’s trying to hold out.
Though, when his fingers take ahold of my head so tight that I can’t move, I finally have to squirm.
Iloveit.
He pushes me, his dick moving past my gag reflex, and I force myself to relax my throat, drop my jaw, and allow him in. A scratchy noise sounds from me that I try to stifle.
It sends him cursing.
“Swallow,” he says in an aching voice. “Swallow all of me, beautiful. I want the back of your mouth bruised, your jaw aching, and my cum still dribbling down your throat when we join the others.”
I hum a plea around him, saliva dribbling from the corners of my lips as he loosens his grip and lets me suck him to the tip.
A tear streaks down my face as I gasp for air.
Determination moves through me when I take him into my mouth again.
I wrap my hand around his base and envelope the rest of him with my mouth, working him in more urgent motions, more urgent swallows.
“Shit.” He grabs the waistband of my leggings and pulls, the seam wedging in my ass as if he’s using it as a handle. “Mm… fucking hell, Andi. Just like that—”
We pause at a red light, and he slams his head back against the headrest, hand coming off the steering wheel so that, for a beat, he can use both of his hands to push his dick all the way down my throat.
I gag, choke, and squirm against the pressure, and yet...
I want fucking more.
The light changes, and as he accelerates, I feel him shudder.
“Are you ready for me?”
I’m frantically sucking him up and down, taking as much of him as I can without the press of his hands, my own fingers pinching his balls enough to make him groan louder than he did last night.
I hum my response around him. He’s jerking; his muscles seem to flinch as he finds that end, and he shoves my head down once more.
I choke and sputter at the surprise when he comes down my throat. His grip slackens, allowing me to draw up enough to swallow and suck his release until he whips into a parking place and slams on the brakes.
He yanks me up by my hair, revealing my smile, and glances over my face as though he’s seeing it for the very first time.
“Fuckingvixen.”
His cum drips from the corners of my lips, still soaking my tongue when he pulls me into a deep kiss. He wraps his arm around my waist and back, nearly pulling me into the seat with him to share one more embrace before we pretend that this never happened.
