“That’s right. That spot is just for me, isn’t it?” I smirk. “OnlyIget to tattoo it… with my teeth.”
“Gannett,” he growls.
“I like it when my name rolls out of you like that. All snarly and shit.”
“Of course you do. You’re a fuckin’ brat.” He side-eyes me, a slight tilt at the corner of his lips.
Determined to live up to my title, I grab his free hand, bringing his fingers up to my mouth. I suck his index finger in between my lips, flicking and lapping at it with my tongue. “Mmmph,” I moan. “Sure wish this was your dick instead…”
He groans, readjusting himself in the driver’s seat. “Fuck off, Gannett,” he hisses, but noticeably, he doesn’t tug his hand away, so I keep slurping. Licking it from knuckle to tip, I do my best to pretend this is his cock I’m performing my ministrations on.
“You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?” he asks me, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. “You know, you’re not going to get any cum out of my finger, right?”
“I know.”
“You want it though, don’t you?”
I nod, popping off his finger. “You know I do.”
“Then put the dog down and get over this center console.”
I smirk. “You’re going to let me give you road head?”
“No, I’mtellingyou you’re going to give me road head, and you’re going to give it to me, because you’re just that fuckin’ needy.”
Say no more.
I unbuckle, get Twink settled in the back, and get up on my knees in the seat. Spying nothing but open road ahead of us, I unbutton his pants. He lifts his hips so I can slide those and his underwear down to his thighs. “Good lordy, Gordy, you have such a nice lookin’ cock,” I muse, watching it bob in front of me.
His uncircumcised dick really is a marvel. Docking? That’s a fuckin’blast, lemme tell you what. Like, legit… explosive. But, alas, that’s not doable in the cab of his truck while he’s trying to drive.
“Quit staring at it and get to work,” he snarks.
“You’ll tell me if there’s another car around?”
“Depends. Not going to yank you off if I’m about to blow.”
“Ugh, no. Mine. Better down my throat than coating your upholstery.”
“Gannett,” he hisses, “will you quit stalling and just suck my fuckin’ dick already?”
“Mhm! On it!” With that, I fold myself over the console and get to work. I pull back on his foreskin, then start by toying around his tip with my tongue while I wait for my mouth to start watering. Before long, a bead of pre-cum surges from the slit, and I lap it up before engulfing him as far as I can in my mouth.
Gordy moans, his hips hitching up. “God yes, that fuckin’ mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not spouting off all your unfiltered thoughts…”
I smirk with my mouth full. I don’t let his grouchiness fool me. He likes all my unfiltered thoughts too. He just happens to likethismore. The couple more times he’s had me down on my knees, training me to be his personal cocksucker, I’ve been carefully cataloging what makes him unravel.
And man, when he comes undone, it’s thebestfuckin’ reward for a lesson well-learned. I love watching his walls come tumbling down—for me.
Above my head, I can hear his grip cracking the leather on the steering wheel as I bob up and down his length. My spit slides down his dick, so I use that to lubricate my hand as I jerk up the rest of him, whatever my mouth can’t quite reach yet. Potholes in the road occasionally force him further back than I’m ready for, causing me to gag slightly each time we hit a bump.
Which is often, considering how well the state of Maine cares for its roads.
“Love the sound of you choking on my dick,” Gordy murmurs, his free hand fisting in my hair. “Fuck, you’re doing so good…”
Suddenly, I can feel the truck slowing. I’m about to pop off to see what’s going on, but he forces my head down, my face practically planted in his lap. He’s buried in my throat, clear to the hilt. The tip of his dick nudges my tonsils, and I struggle to swallow before I gag.
“Intersection,” he grunts, his fingers pressing into the back of my head. “Stay down. There are other cars here.” I squirm, trying to flatten myself out of sight a little more. I have no idea how much can be seen of me over the dash. “Breathe, Gannett,” he reminds me.
