I smirked, looking up into her flushed face. “You hear that? He wants you to come for me.” My thumb found her clit. “Gonna soak me while he drives?”
Her breath came in desperate little gasps, her pussy fluttering around me, and I knew she was right there.
“Do it,” I growled. “Make a mess of me.”
“Yes, oh fuck, Jer?—”
“That’s it, baby. Rub yourself all over my cock while I work this little button.” I pressed two fingers against her clit, giving her the friction she needed while her tits bounced right in my face. “Dirks, she’s going to explode.”
“Jer— fuck— I’m?—”
“Come for me,” I snarled, ramming my hips up into her at the same time my fingers flicked her clit. “Drench me, Luna. Now.”
She screamed my name and came hard, clamping down on my cock so tight I nearly lost it right there. Her pussy pulsed around me, soaking my shaft, the skirt hiding everything, but I could feel the mess all over my lap.
My fingers never left her clit, keeping her squirming, milking every drop of her orgasm until my own broke. My cock jerked deep inside her, heat flooding her in thick pulses until I was groaning into her tits.
When she finally started to pull up, breathing hard, I caught her hips and held her in place. “No, honey,” I panted against her neck. “Not done yet.”
I kissed her hard, then gave her ass a squeeze before nodding toward the front. “Get up there. In the passenger seat.”
She slid off my lap with a soft laugh, hips swaying as she moved. My eyes dropped automatically to the curve of her ass as she climbed into the front passenger seat.
Fuck, I’d missed that view.
“Dirks, you ever gotten road head?”
“N-No.”
“Good.” I smirked. “You deserve a little pleasure from our girl. She’s gonna give it to you right now.”
Luna’s eyes flicked to mine, pupils blown wide.
“Unbuckle him. Nice and easy.”
She leaned forward, breasts pressing together in that cropped yellow sweater, and released his seat belt. I leanedforward between the seats, bracing a hand on the console so I could watch every inch of what she did.
She slid her hand deliberately along the outside of his thigh, fingers grazing until she reached his zipper.
“Tease him first,” I instructed. “Trace him with your nails... let him feel how close you are before you even touch his cock.”
Her nails scraped lightly along the length of him through the denim, and Dirks let out a sharp exhale.
“Now, get him out.”
She popped his button, slowly tugged the zipper down, and eased his cock free, curling her fingers around the thick base. She gave it one long stroke, from root to tip, watching the way his jaw flexed.
“Spit on it,” I ordered.
She leaned over and let a thick strand fall from her lips. It caught the head before it slid down his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him, spreading it while keeping her eyes on his face.
“That’s it. Now take just the tip. Wrap those lips around him and swirl your tongue like you mean it.”
She whimpered and leaned in, sealing her lips over the swollen head. Dirks groaned, knuckles strangling the wheel.
“Go slow. Inch by inch,” I directed, watching the way her cheeks hollowed as she sank deeper. “Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, stroke with your hand. Yeah, just like that.”
She pulled back with a wet pop, saliva clinging in thin strings, then slid down again, deeper this time. Her nails grazed his thigh while her other hand twisted on the shaft.
