“Deep now, honey. I want him to feel the back of your throat. Hold him there. Breathe through your nose.”
She took him to the root, her nose brushing his stomach, eyes fluttering closed as she swallowed around him.
“Good girl,” I murmured, watching her pull back slowly before sinking down again. “Keep that rhythm. Make him fight not to come too soon.”
Dirks’s hips jerked involuntarily, and I snapped, “Don’t you move, man. Hands on the wheel. Let her work you.”
She hummed around him, and Dirks cursed under his breath. Saliva dripped from her chin as she twisted and sucked, her hand stroking in time with her mouth.
“When I say, you finish him, and you’re gonna swallow every drop, then show me your empty mouth like the good little slut you are.”
“F-fuck. I’m— Jesus, I’m gonna come?—”
She didn’t pull back. If anything, she went harder, deeper, sucking like she wanted to drain him dry. His groan turned into a full-on scream, the kind that ripped right out of his chest, and then he was spilling into her mouth.
She took it all. Every hot pulse. Her throat worked as she swallowed, her eyes on me the whole time.
When he finally sagged back in the seat, she popped off with a wet sound, spun in her seat to look at me, and stuck out her tongue to show me—empty.
“Good girl. Clean him up and put him away.”
She didn’t hesitate. Bent back over him, she ran her tongue over every inch, licking him clean before tucking him back into his jeans and buckling him up.
“Thank you,” Dirks breathed.
I leaned back in my seat, glanced down at my lap, and cursed under my breath.
“Fuck. I’m hard again.”
“See, baby?” Luna crooned. “Maybe you and Mr. Dingles are attracted to each other after all.”
That actually made me laugh—hard. So hard my ribs hurt.
I leaned over, grabbed her by the hips, and hauled her back toward me. “You think you’re funny? Fine. Ride me and don’t stop—not until we get there—as payback for that little sassy remark.”
From the driver’s seat, Dirks chuckled. “Guess this road trip just got interesting.”
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“I cannot believe I’m about to walk into my parents’ house—with my sister, her husband, my niece and nephew all there—wearing a fucking cum stain on my jeans.”
Luna was bent over, dabbing at my thigh with a napkin and some water from her bottle, but the dark spot wasn’t going anywhere. It had dripped there when she’d tried to tug my jeans back on after I came in her mouth.
“Change before we get there,” she said, trying not to smile.
“No,” Jer said from the back. “He’s walking in like that.”
Dammit. This was the downfall of being a sub for these two—every so often, I got caught between their games. I glanced over at Luna, and she just gave me a helpless shrug.
“Sir says what Sir wants.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, unbuckling. I opened the door, grabbed my coat from the back, then walked around to her side. “Come on, Luna girl.”
“This is fun,” she said, standing up and buttoning her yellow sweater back up over those perfect tits.
Yeah—fun for her. My poor mother would never expect me to walk in with a free spirit on my arm... especially if they had any idea what had gone down in the truck over the last twenty minutes.
