“Your mouth.”
I wet my lips and wiggle in my seat, trying to unclasp the seatbelt, but he stops me.
“No, leave it on.”
“Why? I can’t get good suction if I have it on.”
He cocks his head as he looks at me. “Sit there.” He points to the seat directly across from and facing him, and I quickly move over to it, latching myself in and then leaning over. It’s perfect, my head in his lap, his cock sliding into my mouth. Just the tip.
A groan leaves him, and I shudder as the sound vibrates through me.
His fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp gently.
“So good,” he murmurs as he shifts slightly, his cock sliding in further. I moan softly as it hits the back of my throat. I’m drooling now, surely leaving a spot on his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He just continues to stroke me gently as I suck on him. I’m not getting him off either. He’s not pushing in and out of me. He’s content to just let me warm him.
And so I do, my jaw aching after a while, but I refuse to let him go. He’s letting me do this. And I don’t want to stop. I refuse.
“You’re doing so well,” he says, his hand massaging my neck. I peer up at him and see him watching me. His cheeks are flushed, his pupils engulfing his irises.
His hand reaches over and slides down my side, undoing my pants slowly. We hit some turbulence and my body rocks slightly, his cock pushing into my throat and his fingers fumbling with my zipper. I bob my head slightly, and he huffs his approval. This would be much easier if I were on my knees, but he won’t allow it. He cares too much. He wants me safe.
It makes me suck harder as his fingers finally pull my dick out. He strokes it roughly, slowly, and I give the most unhinged feral moan. I love when he touches me.
He works me with one hand while the other glides me up and down his dick. It’s measured and controlled, and I just lie there limply, letting him do what he likes. Georgiy’s toy. The thought of it makes my dick leak. I’m close, but then again, can you blame me?
His hands are on me. His bare hands.
My hips try to arch up, inhibited by the seatbelt, but I fuck into his enclosed fist as best I can, and my body tenses, my release barreling through me. I make a mess, my pants ruined, but he doesn’t let up. He just continues to touch me, massaging my half-hard dick until I’m almost ready to come again.
And he still hasn’t had an orgasm.
Of course he hasn’t. He’s always so in control. Always so regulated.
I hollow out my cheeks, and he grunts, his hand tightening in my hair as he continues to slowly piston in and out of my mouth. I want to touch him just like he’s touching me. One of my hands reaches between his legs, and I massage his balls.
“Did I say you could do that?” he murmurs.
“Uh-uh,” I moan around his cock. He stops touching me and pulls his dick from my mouth. It sits on my cheek, wet and heavy.
I messed up. I didn’t do what he said.
I peer up at him, and his finger traces my bottom lip.
“Take off your clothes.”
I sit up and stare at him before moving into action. In seconds, I’m completely bare, my ass squeaking on the seat.
“Good. Now buckle in.”
Oh, yes. What’s he going to do to me? What’s he gonna make me do?
I stare at him as he pulls his pants down lower, exposing himself to me. His hand grips his wet dick and he strokes it, his eyes never leaving me. They roam from my face to my stomachto my feet and then back again. He likes what he sees. But he’s also doing this to punish me for breaking the rules, for touching when I wasn’t allowed.
It only makes me hornier.
My hand reaches down to cup my dick, but he stops stroking and shakes his head.
“Touch again and I’ll tie you to your chair.”
