Her mouth followed, eager lips finding mine again, and I returned the kiss desperately. For someone who’d just mentioned how little time we had, she showed an impressive amount of patience.
“Do you think we should quit before we’re found out?” She was teasing me, and I knew she was teasing me, but God, my control was absolutely gone already.
“Don't you fucking dare,” I panted against her lips, feeling her moan, and then her hands were blissfully focused at the front of my shorts again.
She stroked me slowly a few more times, before finally slipping her fingers beneath the waistband.
“Yes, yes,” I encouraged, not caring how desperate I sounded. Not caring what she’d think of me and my lack of composure.
I lifted my ass just enough so she could slip my shorts down, and my aching cock sprung free. Her fingers were around me in a blink, and any thought other than what she was currently doing to me left my mind.
Her gestures were careful, but confident as she stroked me up and down with a firm grip. Steady. The focused rhythm made my hips join in, rocking to match her pace.
“Were you working out before you met us downtown?”
Weird question, and for a second, it pulled me out of my horny haze. “What?”
She dipped her head low, fiery gaze burning into mine as she did. “You smell good enough to eat.”
And at the risk of repeating myself—Fuck.
Whatever response might have been swimming around in my brain faded to nothing, and I inhaled sharply as she brushed her thumb over the tip of my dick.
“So good, I might just—” Sage closed her lips around my tip and sucked lightly. As if she were taste-testing a sucker.
My mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, every muscle in my body straining to keep from immediately blowing my load right then and there. Between the wet warmth of her, and the low moan of satisfaction vibrating through my shaft, she’d taken me right to the edge of all reason.
“Sage. Sage, please,” I gasped, practically writhing beneath her.
She placed one hand around the base of my dick, and bobbed her head up and down. Each time she came down, it was a little deeper than the last. Until my tip hit the back of her throat.
“Oh, God, that’s so fucking good,” I breathed through clenched teeth and a tight jaw.
She took me deeper, gagging around me to the point where tears sprang up in her eyes. But she didn’t stop. The hand at the base of my dick moved to cup my balls, teasing me while the other hand stroked in tandem with her mouth.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
Right here, in the back of some van parked in front of a retirement village of all places.
Her mouth came off my dick with a smacking sound. She was out of breath too, which made the devilish grin she wore even hotter. “Best way to go.”
I let out a shaky laugh that was instantly sucked back when she brought her mouth to my cock again. This time she increased the pace as well as suction, her own need driving her into a frenzy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I said, pushing the hair out of her face. My hand stayed at her ear for a beat, then snaked to the back of her head. Guiding her. “Show me again.”
Sage relaxed her jaw all the way, and allowed me to push her as far down as she could go. She gagged again, her throat contracting around my tip. But she offered no release. On the contrary. She breathed through it, holding me there while a mix of saliva and pre-cum dripped down my balls.
I bucked my hips again, driving deeper into her throat. That’s when she tapped my thigh repeatedly; a signal. I dropped my hand from her head, and she lifted off my cock with a gasp and a smug look that stoked the disappointment crawling in my chest. Dismayed at the loss of her.
“Are you sulking?”
“No.”
“You wanted to come in my mouth. Is that it?”
“No,” I lied.
My cock twitched, and it took everything to keep from jerking myself off and finishing right then.
