“Fuck!” I shout out, a low groan rumbling from deep in my chest. So fucking close.
Sucking in a gasp of air, Hannah pulls off before taking me again, and again, and again, and I swear to God, I almost veer off the road and into a rack of motherfucking city bikes.
“You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“That’s the plan,” she mutters around my cock, licking the tip before taking me deep.
When I stop at a red light, I look down and catch sight of her right as she chokes on my dick, and she turns her head enough to look up at me, the telltale tears glistening in her eyes doing something to me that I can’t even begin to explain.
“Christ,” I gruff through ragged, choppy breaths.
“Pull my hair,” she demands roughly.
I release my grip on the steering wheel, collecting her soft hair and wrapping it around my fist. When I give it a little tug, she moans around my dick, and the vibrations do nothing to help the state of my balls ready to release at any goddamn second.
“You’re so good at sucking my cock,” I grit out, pulling her hair a little harder. “Your mouth is like a fucking dream.”
Gripping my cock in her hand and jerking me hard, I feel her tongue on my balls, and when she sucks them into her mouth, I know I’m a fucking goner.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her.
Hannah releases my balls and takes my cock deep just as my orgasm barrels through me, and I come hard against the back ofher throat with a fucking roar that echoes around the truck and sounds nothing like me.
After a few beats, I’m still trembling, still breathless as Hannah releases me, sitting up with a smug smile as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
“Feel better?”
I huff a laugh. “Yeah, thanks for that.”
She nestles back into the passenger seat, and we settle into a comfortable silence as I turn onto her street, my head still swirling with that post-orgasmic bliss.
When I pull up outside Hannah’s apartment building, I know I should be getting home. After tonight’s game and Chris Garret’s not so subtle warning, I need to hit the ice early in the morning, but when I look at Hannah, taking her in amongst the low light of the streetlamp outside, I can’t stop myself from shutting off the engine and unfastening my seatbelt because fuck me, the need to be inside her right now trumps every other one of my responsibilities.
The second we enter Hannah’s apartment, I’m on her, pushing her up against the wall, my lips rough as they claim hers. She grips my shirt, holding me tight against her, and I roll my hips, allowing her to feel just how hard I already am, despite coming less than five minutes ago. I swear to God, Hannah Draper has turned me into a goddamn teenager again.
I slide my hand down the front of her jeans, groaning at just how wet she is, soaking through her panties, and as I rub her clit through the cotton, I thrust my tongue inside her sweet, warm mouth, eliciting the neediest of whimpers from the back of her throat.
“Jesus Christ, Baby Draper,” I mutter against her lips. “This wet just from sucking my dick?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, her hips bucking as I put pressure on her prefect clit.
“You’re a goddamn dream girl, you know that?” I grit, peppering kisses down her neck and sucking hard on her pulse point, making her moan.
But, of course, just as I’m about to slide my hand inside her underwear and probably take her right here against the wall, my ministrations are stopped abruptly by the sound of a whining groan coming from behind me. With a muttered expletive, I bury my face in Hannah’s neck, my shoulders falling with resignation.
“He needs to go out for a pee,” Hannah manages through her breathlessness.
Still pressed against her, I glance over my shoulder to find Toast Malone sitting there staring at me long and hard with awhat-the-fuck-are-you-waiting-for-peasantlook on his face. “Captain Cockblock strikes again.”
With a giggle, Hannah smacks me in my chest, pushing me off her, and I have to reach into my pants to adjust my painful erection, grimacing at the ache in my balls.
“Come on, buddy,” Hannah coos, opening the closet and pulling out the familiar blue leash. “Let’s go for a walk.”
When she has the beast secured, she stands and looks at me over her shoulder, her smirk playful and suggestive. “You coming?”
“Not the way I want to,” I mutter, following her and Toast Malone out of the apartment.
“So, what happened tonight?”
