He won’t be for long.
I shrug off my coat, leaving me in a tight, black My Chemical Romance T-shirt, and then I toe off my Docs, unclasp my jeans, and slide them down my legs, kicking off my socks with them and leaving me in a black lace thong. The end of my shirt stops just below my belly button while my panties cut low, revealing a substantial amount of skin.
The amusement dissipates, and heady tension fills the car as he watches me with a carefully controlled expression. His glances at me grow longer, and each time he flicks his eyes toward the road, he has to drag them away.
His burning gaze darts down my form, his face carefully smoothed into a blank slate as I maneuver onto my knees and twist to face him fully.
“You want to tell me what you’re doing?” he asks, his voice deepened and rough, though lacking emotion.
But I know better.
He’s working hard to appear impassive, but his cock is already stiff in his jeans, the outline prominent. That’s the problem with having a big dick—it’s really hard to hide it when he’s turned on.
I lean over the middle console, resting my weight on both palms, clenching his thick thigh while I tease the outer ridge of his ear with my lips. His muscles tense to solid stone, and I hear rather than see the leather steering wheel squeak beneath his tightening grip.
“You can’t fool me, Kellan,” I whisper seductively. “We both know you can’t handle driving and playing with my pussy the way I’d need you to.”
I take great joy in seeing his jaw clench, the muscle straining against his skin. I lower my lips to press a soft kiss right over it, evoking a low growl deep in his chest.
“I think you underestimate how good I am at driving with one hand, darling,” he responds, his voice tight.
I hum contemplatively and glance down at his hard length straining beneath his dark blue jeans. I drag his hoodie up his stomach, exposing the thin, dark happy trail leading down from his belly button while ensuring to brush my fingers over his bare skin, making his abdomen ripple beneath my touch. His stare quickly flicks down when I unclasp the button and drag down the zipper, both the material and his lips parting for me.
“Ithink you’ll need both hands,” I retort quietly, reaching into the opening in his boxers and wrapping my fingers around his swollen cock.
A sharp hiss releases between his teeth as I pull him out, veins protruding beneath his soft skin while a drop of pre-cum slides down the reddened tip.
I’ve never found male anatomy to be attractive, but Dread’s…God, he’s fucking incredible, and it never fails to both make my mouth water and send a hint of trepidation swirling in my stomach.
“Rev,” he growls, twitching when I pump him gently, with not nearly enough pressure to satisfy him.
“I’m going to bend down and suck your cock, Kellan, and I’m going to play with my pussy while I do. I expect you to keep both hands on the wheel. Got it?”
He inhales through his nose while biting his bottom lip, glaring at the road while he struggles to maintain his concentration.
“I got it, baby,” he rasps after a beat.
I grin, my voice both seductive and devilish as I whisper in his ear, “Good dog.”
He tightens his lips into a firm line, a humming sound vibrating his throat that suggests he’s going to get me back for that later as his left hand joins the other on the wheel, gripping the leather until it creaks.
I’ve already descended, ducking under his arms, enveloping the tip of his cock in my mouth and circling my tongue around it.
“Fuck,” he hisses between his teeth. He readjusts his grip, already struggling to listen to my directions.
He thinks it’s difficult now—not to grab my hair and guide my head up and down like he wants—but soon, he just might need to glue them to the wheel.
He lets out a moan as I slowly work his length deeper, wetting him thoroughly until slobber seeps out the sides of my mouth and trails down to his balls.
When he’s nice and slippery, I swallow him, stuffing as much of his length down my throat as I can.
He moans loudly, the sound raspy and so fucking erotic, I retreat for a quick breath before repeating the action just so I can hear it again.
He doesn’t disappoint, though this time, he whispers, “Fuck.”
My lashes flutter and my clit throbs painfully, as if it’s screaming at me to touch it. I can’t get enough of him, and soon, I’m choking him down over and over.
“Fuck, yeah, Rev,” he growls, rolling his hips up. “You can fit more, keep going—there you go, baby. Ah, fuck yes, that’s it.Fuck, that’s such a good girl.” Steady moans entwine with his breathy encouragements, each sound shooting straight to my core.
