"I don't fucking know," I breathe out. "Since I met you?"
Devon's grin turns wicked.
He strokes me once, slow and deliberate from base to tip, and my hips jerk up without permission. The touch is both too much and nowhere near enough, and I'm already tragically close.
"Devon—"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not going to last."
"Don't care."
"I should—" I gesture vaguely in his direction, at the obvious bulge straining against his zipper. "You."
"Later." Another stroke, firmer this time. "Right now I want to watch you fall apart."
Jesus Christ and all the saints.
"I want to taste you," Devon says, casual as fuck, like he's commenting on the weather. "Can I?"
My brain experiences a complete system failure. "W— what?"
"Can I suck your dick, Ace? Yes or no?"
I'm nodding before his mouth closes. "Yes. Fuck. Yes."
Devon shifts his weight, and for one horrible second I think he's going to attempt some kind of impossible contortion in this limited space, but instead he slides off my lap entirely and wedges himself between my legs and the steering wheel.
The space is ridiculous. Cramped doesn't begin to cover it. His shoulders press against the door and the console simultaneously, but he looks completely unbothered by the geometry problem.
He looks up at me, pupils blown so wide there's barely any color left, and hooks his fingers in my waistband. "Lift up."
I do, and he tugs my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock.
Cool air hits overheated skin, and I hiss through my teeth.
Devon stares, and I feel exposed in a way that transcends the physical reality of being essentially naked from the waist down in a semi-public location.
"Holy shit," he breathes out. "You're perfect."
"I'm really not—"
"Shut up. You are." He wraps his hand around the base, and I'm already leaking, precum pooling at the tip. Devon's thumb swipes through it, spreading the slickness around thehead, and I groan so loud I'm grateful the windows are up. "You're so responsive."
"Yeah, well. Haven't been touched by anyone but myself in forever."
"Their loss." He leans forward, and I stop breathing entirely. "My gain."
His tongue traces the underside of my cock, root to tip, following the vein, and every muscle in my body locks up like I've been electrocuted.
"Relax," Devon says, and then he takes me into his mouth.
Holy fuck.
Holyabsolutefuck.
Devon doesn't tease. Doesn't start with kitten licks and gentle exploration. He takes me deep immediately, his throat working around my cock, and I'm pretty sure this is how I die. In a parking lot with Devon's mouth on my dick and no regrets whatsoever.
