“And when is that going to be?”
“Why?” I asked. “Are you eager?”
“Yes,” he said instantly, without a hint of pretense or embarrassment. I knew he was into me, there was definitely no room for interpretation on that front, but I hadn’t known about that part, since we hadn’t exactly discussed it yet.
“Do you bottom a lot?” I asked, before licking a teasing stripe up his shaft again.
His head fell back against the window, his eyes fluttered closed like he was in bliss already, and I’d barely gotten started. “Not really. Once or twice.”
“But you’ve thought about it?” I asked. “With me?”
“So fucking much,” he admitted, and I rewarded him by grasping him at the base, taking his cock into my mouth and bobbing on it a couple of times before releasing it with a soft pop.
“Tell me what you’ve thought about me doing to you,” I ordered, and he groaned a bit, staring down at me with a slightly shocked but excited expression. “If you keep talking, I’ll keep sucking.”
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out, but nodded. “Okay.”
My windows were so fogged they were basically opaque now, and anyone who happened to peek into the back part of the lot would know exactly what was going on inside.
“I want you to put me on my stomach and lick my hole,” he started, gasping when I teased him by tapping him against my tongue a few times before taking him into my mouth. He stopped, panting for a few seconds, before he could continue. “Fuck it with your tongue until it’s all wet.”
I started sucking him in long, slow motions, my fingers digging into one of his firm thighs for leverage.
“Then you can… Stretch me out on your fingers until I’m ready for you. Ngh, fuck.”
My tongue mapped out every inch, lingering on the flared head and then working the notch on the underside until he was squirming and stuttering, carding his fingers into my hair.
“I-I want you to fuck me hard, but not the first time. You’ll be gentle, right?” He managed, between gasps and whimpers as I alternated between swirling my tongue around his cockhead and sinking my lips all the way down to the base.
“Yeah. I’ll be gentle,” I assured him, stupidly touched by his vulnerable request. My own dick was throbbing between my thighs. I flexed a little, trying to grind my hips down into the seat for some friction on my aching flesh, but I wasn’t at the right angle for it.
“Don’t let me touch myself,” he whimpered out. “W-when you’re fucking me, I mean. I want to come from your cock in me.”
Fuck.
A shudder rolled through him as I took him all the way to the back of my throat, swallowing to squeeze the fat head.
“I c-can’t…” He trailed off, groaning in a desperate, urgent kind of way.
When I looked up, the usual smug expression on his handsome face was completely absent. He was in total bliss, his eyes half-lidded with the pupils blown out, his mouth open and panting. The twitching muscles in his thighs and abdomen let me know he was close to blowing his load for me, and I wanted to milk every drop out of him.
As I’d expected, after another minute of slurping him up hard and fast, his fingers tightened in my hair and he arched his back to roll his hips up into me. His voice cracking on a raw moan, he let go, sending strong jets of hot cum into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed. It went on and on, until I thought he’d flood my throat, then finally he went limp and slumped down onto the seat, panting heavily to catch his breath.
The way he looked, so grateful and adoring and submissive, like he’d have rolled over and let me fuck him now if I wanted sent another wave of arousal rolling through me and I swallowed hard. Not that I had the necessary equipment available at the moment, but it was the thought that counted.
“You’re good at that,” he commented, still slightly out of breath. “So good.”
“Surprised?”
“No,” he said honestly. “Not remotely.”
I chuckled, backing off a bit so he could tuck himself back into his jeans and zip up. We needed to go, because everyone was waiting on us to start the movie, but I was harder than I think I’d ever been in my life. I felt like one stroke of my fingers on myself would send me into an explosive, bone-rattling orgasm.
He must have noticed, because he reached out to squeeze his long fingers around my thigh. Just that contact, so close to where I needed, had me biting back a moan.
“Did you get all worked up playing with me, Cupcake?” He asked, and I huffed out a laugh, biting down into my lip, forcing myself to give an affirmative nod.
If he’d been someone else, I would have denied it, just to get the interaction over with so I could go finish myself off in private.
