“Maurice, fuck,” I hissed out.
Then I was hovering on the edge of collapse in an embarrassingly short amount of time, but it was all just too much—his perfect mouth, the threat of being caught, doing this in a brand-new place where I’d never had sex. I would never look at my Maserati the same way again.
Pleasure overwhelmed me and my balls drew up close to my body. I moaned. He sucked up my shaft to focus on my cockhead and lap at it like a lollipop. Joy slammed me. My face burned and the muscles in my groin contracted harshly. My orgasm was a pleasure punch that rushed out to tingle in my gut.Yes.I flopped back against the seat, unable to do anything except hold on for the ride as he continued to suck the life out of me through my cock.
When the last wave of heat receded, I panted and couldn’t open my eyes. His lips settled over mine, and I wasn’t prepared as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked the flavor of my bliss off him, and he moaned, deep and sexy, the reverberations filling the car. I treated his tongue like a cock and drew on it, and he cupped my face, delving deeper into my mouth. The domination at a different time and from a different person might’ve put me off, but right now it pushed all the right buttons.
He kissed along my cheek to my ear. “Want to climb onto my lap? If we recline the seat, I bet we can make it work.”
Blindly, I fumbled around until I rested my hand on his rock-hard dick where it pushed out the front of his sweats.
“Shit, we don’t have anything, though,” Maurice mumbled against my mouth.
“Maybe we should talk about condoms,” I said, because I wanted him to fuck me right now, no matter what.
He leaned back a little and studied my face, and my heart twisted as he brushed my hair off my forehead. “I just ate your cum. I trust you would’ve told me if there was a reason not to do that.”
“So... maybe we don’t need them. The condoms, I mean.”
He nodded. “I’m good with that.”
I’d already done one new thing today. I squirmed in my seat. “We could use spit.”
He closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. “I would feel bad if I hurt you.”
“We could try it,” I whispered, and my cock perked up a bit at the suggestion.
A gray truck passed by on the road and slowed, as if they were checking to see if we needed assistance. My heart bounced into the back of my throat. Maurice and I both scrambled to get my shorts back up. The truck passed by, and we waved at the woman behind the wheel to let her know we were fine. She smiled and nodded, then kept going while we groaned together.
Maurice chuckled. “Maybe this wasn’t the best spot during the day.”
“At least she didn’t cruise past five minutes ago.” I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t know. She might’ve enjoyed that.”
I slapped his arm, and he snickered.The ass.I rested my hand on his shoulder and was considering taking the risk to return the favor, when he scowled and the sound of vibrating, like angry bees trapped in a glass bottle, filled the cab. He dragged his phone out of his pocket and sobered instantly as he swiped his thumb across the screen, then pressed it to his ear.
“Hello, Mother. How are you? What’s up?” He pursed his lips and a wrinkle formed on his brow as he nodded along to whatever she was saying. He glanced at me with his mouth turned down in one corner. “Can I bring someone along?”
I sat up straighter and my heart raced so fast I could hear it in my ears.
His mom talked for almost a solid minute before he said, “Yes, we’re serious, or I wouldn’t have mentioned it.”
My hand flew to my chest. I’d considered us a couple, but it did something fantastic to hear confirmation come from Maurice’s mouth.
He smiled. “Okay, see you this afternoon.” He lowered the phone and ended the call, but then continued to stare at the screen.
“That was your mom?”
He nodded and glanced at me. “You said you wanted to meet my parents, right? I didn’t just do the wrong thing, did I?”
“Yes, I did.” Panic slammed me. I sure had said I wanted to meet his folks, but now that it was on the table for real, I wasn’t so certain. Would they like me? What would they think about Maurice bringing a man home? He hadn’t indicated they were homophobic in any way, so I probably didn’t need to worry, but a thousand questions swirled in my mind.
He rubbed his thumb in a circle on my knee. “Let’s go home, I mean to your house.”
I snagged his hand and forced a smile. “I like it when you call the Guidry Estate your home. I would like to write your name in the family book next to mine.”
For a full, awkward minute he stared into my eyes and seemed to be trying to see inside my mind, and then eventually he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I want to eat lunch, then have dessert.” He squeezed my leg, and I wasn’t confused about what he thought his treat should be.
