“What if she…” I crept close enough for Beck to snag me and spin me around before pulling my body against his. The stretchy fabric I’d been fussing with rolled down to my thighs, taking my underwear with it and leaving my ass exposed.
My breath caught as Beck lowered me, spreading my cheeks to make room for his blunt tip to prod my entrance.
“Open up,” Beck whispered as I descended onto his length.
I was already damp with slick that aided his entry, and my cock jerked needfully as he pushed inside. I exhaled a breath as long as every inch he thrust into me.
I’d barely settled before I heard the zip of the seatbelt being stretched across my lap. The strap pinned my cock against my stomach and trapped me on top of Beck. Then the buckle clicked, and he gave the strap a tug that drove his shaft deep enough to make me gasp.
“Quiet, Beauty,” he whispered in my ear. “Colette hassensitive hearing. Don’t want her to find out what a needy boy you are for me.”
Shivers raced down my legs. Being perched like this forced my knees wide and left my feet dangling. I fumbled to find some part of Beck I could hold on to while my cock wept beneath the seatbelt.
When the limo dipped into a pothole, Beck’s cock shifted inside me, rubbing against a spot that made my body jolt. I moaned, eyes rolling back, just as his fingers slipped past my lips. My head fell against his shoulder, and I closed my mouth around him, whimpering softly as I alternated between sucking and catching shallow breaths.
Sex was sustenance to me, but not the way Maslow had twisted it, all transaction and emptiness. This was something richer. Something far more satisfying. And I didn’t just crave it in my body, I wanted it in my mouth.
Beck’s fingers pressed against my tongue, and it grounded me in the moment. The ache of starvation dulled when I had something to focus on, something to hold. So I kept him there, swallowing and savoring and drinking him down.
“That’s it.” Beck’s breath puffed warmth across my neck. “Goddamn, you’re a dream. My dick could live inside this ass.”
I hummed and writhed, trying to move more than the belt would allow while Beck’s cock pegged my prostate and sent waves of pleasure rolling through me.
I was teetering on the precipice of bliss, and Beck was right there, nuzzling into my neck and pressing his palm into my stomach until I had no room for breath. Whether he realized it or not, he’d learned along with me how I liked to be handled. He did it without hesitation, and with aconfidence that stripped me bare. He left me as emptied of thought as I was of air, leaking slick and drool.
My eyes fluttered shut as I turned inward, imagining his cock spearing into me, crowding out the emptiness inside. Precum had left a sticky spot on my belly, steadily growing and adding to the mess I was making everywhere else.
I was adrift in sensation when Beck slipped his fingers from my mouth. He caught hold of the seatbelt and gave it a sharp tug. The strap dug into my shaft, choking off blood flow and stalling my climax mid-ascent.
My tongue snaked around my spit-damp lips before I whined. “Beck, please… How much farther? I can’t…” Another dip in the road stirred the hardness inside me. I chased it, shimmying my hips in a bid for relief. “P-please,” I sputtered. “Don’t leave me like this. It… it hurts.”
Beck made a cooing sound as his mouth ghosted around the shell of my ear. “I’d never hurt you, Beauty.”
He was right. It wasn’t pain, but I couldn’t think of anything else to call it. I was sweating, shivering, and striving toward a ledge I wanted to dive off. Throw myself toward the release Beck dangled just out of reach.
I babbled his name before his hand invaded my mouth again.
Three fingers plunged deep as he sucked on my skin, trailing warm, wet kisses into my hairline and down to the collar of my shirt.
“You’re so perfect,” he paused to say. “Such a pretty boy with so many holes for me to use.”
The seatbelt had begun to chafe, probably because I couldn’t sit still despite that being the entire point.
Wasthat the point?
To leave me longing after he’d apologized for making me wait all day?
The limo turned and shifted everything oh-so-subtly. My balls tingled, drawing up and hinting at climax. I could come like this, cover us both in my release then stagger out of the limo like a drunkard, soaked in fluids and jelly-legged. I squeezed my eyes closed and tuned in to the small jerks and slides of the cock twitching inside me, the fingers thrusting over my tongue, the kisses and touches coming from everywhere.
“So close now,” Beck whispered. “I want you nice and loose, because when we get to my room, I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture I own.”
I gave a garbled cry as tears began to run then cool where they dried on my scorched skin.
Then everything stopped. First the car, then the overwhelming fullness as Beck’s fingers slipped from my mouth, leaving my jaw aching in their absence. The seatbelt whispered aside, and Beck lifted me from his lap. He pulled up my leggings, covering my leaking ass, then tucked himself away with a practiced zip of his fly.
I stood, hunkering so I didn’t crash into the headliner, while hunger roared in my gut.
I needed… I stillneeded…
