She reaches behind her and lengthens her seat belt again, then her head drops into my lap.
“Oh,fuck.”
Her lips press over my tip, so warm and wet, and then she takes me deeper, and every coherent thought I have exits the vehicle without looking back.
I grip the wheel, my knuckles white. The road ahead is very straight and empty, but I need it to stay that way for however long this lasts because I cannot be responsible for the structural integrity of this truck right now.
Her tongue traces along the underside of me, and I feel it in my spine.
“Adelaide, babe,” I groan, and it comes out rough, nothing like my normal voice.
She hums against me. Doesn’t stop.
“You’re going to—” I lose the sentence. She takes me deeper, then adds suction, and the sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a groan and my name for God. I keep us on the road through some miracle.
“You feel like—” I try again. “When we get home, I’m going to take you apart so slowly—” Her tongue flicks my cock, and the sentence ends there. I drop one hand from the wheel to the side of her head, not pushing, just touching, because I need the contact. “Every part of you. I am going to spend hours?—”
She goes all the way down, the back of her throat tapping my cock.
I swerve.
Correct. Breathe. Both hands back on the wheel.
“—and you’re going to lose your mind,” I finish on an exhale. “I’m going to watch it happen, and I’m not going to stop?—”
Her head is bobbing up and down, taking more of me into that gorgeous mouth, sucking harder, faster. And then I break and explode in her mouth.
I grunt loudly, fighting the urge to shut my eyes as I fill her mouth and she busily swallows every last drop. My hips buck, and she takes everything without flinching, without pulling back, just working me through all of it with her hand and her mouth. There’s so much cum filling my Omega, and fuck me, but I love her draining me like this.
After a long moment of me swerving several times across the road, she finally lifts her head, releasing my cock from her mouth. Now, she sits back up and licks her lips, seeming very pleased with herself.
“You taste like pineapple,” she says. “I love them.”
I stare at the road. “That’s—” I stop. “Fuck me, Adelaide. And I always eat pineapples, but all I care about is that you deep-throated me so well, babe, I’m hard again just thinking about you almost choking on my cock.”
She grins. The most satisfied grin I’ve seen on a human face, and I’m dying to draw her into my arms. My balls are tight, my dick so satisfied. I’m floating. I know I am.
Red light ahead. I coast to a stop, and I’m grateful for every traffic light that has ever existed. I tuck myself back in with the dignity of a man doing what needs doing. She watches me with that grin.
“Tell me how wet you are after that?” I ask.
The smirk doesn’t go away, but something changes on her face. Her cheeks and neck are all flushed. Those small nipples are pressing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I fucking crave them.
“I could pull over,” I say.
“Shops first.” But her voice is breathier than it was twenty seconds ago. “We have time.”
“I can barely remember my own name.”
She laughs and adjusts her seat belt.
The light changes, and I pull forward as she settles into her seat. I need to get my blood back above my waist to not pass out. “Not sure I can wait much longer.”
Then she slides her hand slowly up her own thigh, under the edge of the skirt, and my foot almost slips off the break.
Her fingers slip under the elastic of her underwear, and her eyes are on my face. She touches herself, reaching in, and I’m completely mesmerized. I glance at the road, then back at her just as she draws her hand free and reaches across the console.
“Green light,” she says.
