Best if I don’t know that much about him anyway. I shift my attention to the movement of his hand as he strokes himself through his clothes, then he yanks his briefs down and lets his cock spring free. Yep, that’s fucking nice.
I dive in, wasting no time at all as I wrap my lips around his shaft. His skin is heated and slightly sticky, but his scent is outrageous. I can smell whatever bodywash he uses in the shower, but it’s mixed with something heady and earthy that must be his natural scent.
I do my best to swallow all of him, choking on his impressive length. He wraps my hair around his fingers, tugging hard enough to sting, and his soft moans make my cock leak. I could get off like this—a dick in my mouth, me rubbing against my clothes and the seat to give me just enough friction, but I’d rather not. I’d love to see what he looks like with my dick in his mouth.
I slide my hand up his belly and under his shirt to squeeze his pecs. He groans as I flick his nipple on one side, then the other, bucking his hips slightly.
“Open your pants,” he grunts.
Reaching down, I follow his instructions, happy not to overthink what’s happening. He’s got this, and I’m okay with that.
“Is your dick out?” he asks, bucking his hips slightly so I feel his cock in the back of my throat.
“Yes,” I mumble as best I can.
“Good. Keep sucking me.”
I do, closing my eyes and inhaling his amazing scent, feeling the surprising softness of his skin beneath my touch, and mindlessly rubbing against the car seat.
The taste of his precum explodes on my tongue and I moan. Fuck, that’s good. Suddenly, he pulls away, pushing me onto my back and sliding his hot mouth onto my aching cock. He tugs his shirt over his head, managing to only pop off me for a second.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, sliding my hands into his hair. It’s as soft as it looks, the lamp outside highlighting just how red it is.
While he sucks me like his life depends on it, I run my hands over his freckled shoulders, fucking his throat slowly, dragging the pleasure out as long as possible.
He’s so fucking good at this. He slides his hand lower, massaging my balls as he sucks me so good I feel lightheaded.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” I tighten my grip on his hair. “Seriously. I’m gonna…”
He doesn’t let off me at all, taking my entire load when it hits. I throw my head back, moaning and panting as he milks my balls dry with his talented mouth, white stars flashing behind my eyelids.
Then his weight shifts and he’s on top of me, straddling my chest and stroking himself. I open my eyes in time to see his eyelids flutter, his hand moving swiftly up and down his shaft, and I can’t hold back. I lift my head and open my mouth, grunting to get his attention.
“Fuck,” he moans, snapping his hips so the head of his cock meets my tongue.
“Give it to me,” I whisper, holding on to his hips. “I want it.”
He grunts, leaning forward enough that I can take him in my mouth again.
His taste is salty, but it’s his scent that has my cock twitching for more.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, trembling as the first sticky rope lands on my tongue. “Fuuuuuck,” he moans, pumping his hips as I squeeze his tight ass to keep him in my mouth.
I suck him through it until he shivers and falls back, leaning against the door, watching me with hooded eyes and his dick out. I’m sure I look much the same.
After a few seconds, he chuckles. “Jesus, you’re fun.”
I grunt in response and watch him tuck himself into his jeans again and get his shirt and jacket back on. Would he fuck me? I get the feeling he’s far from being a bottom. I love it, but I’ve rarely done it with a partner. My interactions are too quick and anonymous for that, but remembering the weight of his cock on my tongue has my hole craving it.
He pulls a card from the inside pocket of his coat and tosses it toward me. It lands on my thigh and I pick it up to read it. All it says is Wraith, followed by a phone number.
“What is this?”
He shrugs. “In case you want to hook up. You can call whenever you want, Bouche.”
“Your name is Wraith?” I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of name is that?”
“A good one. Besides, do names really matter at this point?”
