“Doesn’t sound like a funny story to me.”
“Said I knew her.” He narrows his eyes on me. “Didn’t say I liked her.”
“That little horror story of yours wasn’t enough to deter you from getting in a stranger’s car?”
“I must’ve walked for miles before you came along. Figured the fire would have long been out by now. A few cars sped down enough to tease me but then sped away into the night. I think they saw I was a man and figured it wasn’t worth the risk. Anyway, by the time you showed up, it was worth the risk because even if you’re a killer, at least you’re a hot one.”
I stare him down, shocked he’d be so forward. “Out here in the middle of nowhere, in the car of a complete stranger, you feel safe enough to tell me, another man, that you think I’m hot?”
“I know what you’re after.” He leans over the center console. “I know why you don’t care I set fire to my car and left it on the side of the road.”
“Enlighten me, please.”
He reaches over the space between us and palms a hand over my crotch. Applies enough pressure to get the blood flowing. “I’m perceptive of mysurroundings.”
I’m either the luckiest man in the world or the most cursed. I drop a hand to his wrist. “I don’t pay for sex.”
He maneuvers his hand upward and slips inside my jeans. Curls a soft hand and fingers around my hardness. “You’ve already paid me with a ride.”
I shift in my seat, torn between letting him do what he’s going to do and making him work for it. Making him earn it. “I thought you didn’t want to be an accessory.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He retreats back with a shrug. “We can just sit here in silence.”
I’ve never met someone who can match my orneriness, or horniness for that matter. But he meets me nose-to-nose. Throwing back at me what I spit out. It drives me up a wall, or at least a leather seat. I make quick work undoing my jeans and pushing them down to my thighs. My cock springs free, aching for human touch. “Boy, you better get that pretty mouth on my fucking dick right now before I throw you back onto that asphalt.”
“Talk dirty to me.”
“I just fucking did.” I grab him by the back of the head and guide him to my cock. Not that he needs the guidance. He takes hold of the shaft in one hand while his tongue swirls over my head, licking and lapping at the slit.
I try to keep my eyes on the road. Try to avoid another incident, but can’t help but to glance down occasionally to watch as his head begins to bob. Heswallows me to the hilt, teasing of what’s to come before he pulls back and strokes me with one hand. The length of my shaft is slick from his mouth, slick enough that he glides over me with ease.
He watches me. Fuck, he’s always fucking watching me. Watches as each stroke forces hushed gasps from my throat. Watches as my legs bow outward each time he passes his thumb over the head of my cock.
“Eyes on the road,” he commands, taking control.
And what I said about losing control? I fucking hate it. That’s why I’m always on top even when I’m playing bottom. And when men suck me off, they’re usually on their knees while I fuck their throat. Right now, I’m powerless. Not in control.
“Did you hear what I said,” he snarls. “I want to getthat waysafely.”
“Yes,” I manage to mumble out with a nod.
“Good Daddy.”
The fuck?
He tongues his way down my shaft until he reaches my balls. Gives them a little tug with his mouth. Makes me not care that he just called me Daddy because holy sh?—
And then he’s back at my head, applying just enough pressure that I can feel myself racing toward release. Can feel the orgasm swelling from within. He moans around me, choking on his own pleasure. The sounds of his mouth explode into a symphony ofgargles and slurps, and then I’m the front man singing, “oh shit, oh shit. Fuuuckkkk.”
I thrust upward, the head of my cock hammering the back of his throat. No mercy. This boy’s a fucking pro. My mind instantly goes to places I’d rather it not go. Think about how many dicks he’s sucked. Don’t want to think about that. Want to think about something else. I shift my gaze to the right and pull his shirt up his back, Skin so soft, and a mound of a bubble butt peeking out from beneath his jeans. I slip a hand underneath and palm his smooth, tight ass.
He raises his head, the night air hissing against my slick cock. “That’s my no-no square.”
And I relent because I know he’s not going to get back to work unless I abide. I move my hand from his ass to his head, tangling my fingers in his short hair as he swallows me whole again. Up and down, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding through his fucking throat.
“I’m gonna?—”
It’s too late.
