“I, um–” I’m flustered because what the hell happens now, and he smirks, “It’s up to you. You can ride me like a cowgirl or just suck it like a lollipop.”
“Suck it?”
Heat burns through me like a trail of molten lava, and from his arrogant grin, it’s obvious he is calling my bluff.
“I kind of love lollipops?”
My words spill out before I reflect on their meaning, and with a glare, I kneel to the floor, wondering if I could get a ticket for not wearing my safety belt. It’s reckless, wicked and so damn hot I push aside any misgivings and prepare to put him in his place.
I can do this. He will not be the master of me, and as my lips hover against his cock, I swallow hard. Fuck, am I really about to suck a man in a car like a whore?
The most disturbing thing of all is how much I want to.
My conscience is pushed aside as I reach out and run my fingers around his shaft, marveling at how soft and smooth it is.
Tentatively, I lick the crown, noting how it jerks and his low hiss spurs me on as he whispers huskily, “I’m joking, angel. You don’t have to do this.”
I say nothing and tentatively edge his cock inside my mouth, discovering it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. If anything, it gives me control over him and I’m kind of loving that, so I slide it in deeper, noting how his hand instinctively grasps my hair as he attempts to stop me.
I waste no time and slide him in fully, his husky groan telling me I’m doing something right. My mind is occupied with the mechanics, not the pleasure he is giving me, and as I work it out as nature intended, I am dripping with desire to experience it inside my pussy.
I move it in and out, imagining how it would feel buried deep inside me. This time I groan as I savor the moment, loving how I can control him, command him even as I drive his pleasure. He is under my spell, hardly moving at all, just his erratic breathing telling me he likes it.
My teeth graze his shallow skin and he growls, “Fuck, angel, that is so good.”
It gives me confidence, and I increase the pressure, cupping the base of his cock, massaging it in my fingers.
I’m shocked when he jerks my head back and the wild fury in his eyes excites me as he pulls me roughly astride him, his lips finding mine. Now my pussy is grinding against his throbbing cock, and he eases off my sweater, making short work of my bra, cupping my breasts in his hands before bending his lips to one of them.
As he sucks on the straining nipple, my mind shatters. I want him so badly I shamelessly grind on his cock and even the twistsand turns of the roads do little to discourage me as it becomes the most important thing in my world to have him inside me.
“Simeon.” I groan, his name now familiar on my lips. “Just do it already. I can’t stand this.”
He shifts, his cock pressing against my pussy, and he grips my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Like this? You really want our first time to be on the backseat of a car?”
“Why not? This isn’t love’s young dream, it’s business, remember.”
A wry twist to my lips takes away the sting of my words, and he groans, his eyes heavy with lust.
“It will hurt. You’ll bleed everywhere.”
It’s obvious he never bought my story and for some reason I’m glad about that.
“I want to fuck you, not the other way around.”
I whisper, “To own you, Simeon. To take what I want from you on my terms, so it must be here, right now in this car.”
“Use me.” His brilliant smile does irreparable damage to my heart.
“Sweetheart, you owned me the moment your sass whipped into my heart.”
“Why does that sound so romantic to me?”
I bite my lip and moan. “Please, honey. Let me make this decision, not you.”
“Over to you then. You’re in charge now.”
