His breath hitches, gaze not leaving mine as he shoves the band of his boxers down. His dick springs free.
Damn. Damn, damn,damn.
I wrap my hand around him, and he lets out a hiss. I revel in the slide of his foreskin over his rock-hard dick. Uncut dicks are fascinating. I didn’t know what to do with it the first time I gave him a hand job. Then I realized I think I’m jealous he has this glorious foreskin that glides over his dick like a pleasure scarf.
His thighs clench, and he thrusts into me, his breaths bouncing off the car interior. I glance up and catch him watching me. Not my hand on his dick. Me. My heart stumbles, and my fist tightens.
Which pulls the sexiest grunt from him, and it’s game over. Game. Fucking. Over.
Patience, restraint, waiting? Nope. Nope, nope, and more nope. I dive on him.
I swallow him with the goal of the messiest blowjob known to man. I want him in the back of my throat yesterday. It’s uncoordinated, and my body’s stretched awkwardly, but I give literally zero fucks. Actually, I guess technically I am giving a fuck.
I moan around him and slide deeper. My mouth is stretched so goddamned wide. I can’t take him that far because he’s just too fucking big. That, and this is only my second time doing this. But Shane Michaels always brings one-hundred-and-ten percent.
I bob up and down on him, my body straining to stay balanced. My hand slips, and my muffled yell vibrates through my chest. Jed catches me before I literally end up with him in the back of my throat.
His hoarse laugh fills the car. “Easy, Sunshine.”
I regain my balance, hand planted at his hip, and smilesheepishly up at him as heat slaps my cheeks.Way to go, Shane-O.That’s twice now I’ve made a complete fool of myself.
“So eager,” he whispers and dusts his knuckles over my dimple.
I almost come right then.
“It’s not going to take much for me,” he says, voice rough. He grips his base, holding his glistening, swollen dick steady for me. “Short and fast, suck hard. Don’t kill yourself.”
“As my shortstop commands.” I wink.
His chuckle morphs into a moan as I do exactly as I’m told. Because I’m a good boy like that.
Jed fists my hair and each subtle lance of pain goes straight to my dick. I give him the best suction I can, cheeks hollowing as I bob up and down on him. My brain is spinning. From the sinful noises coming from him. From each burst of salty flavor on my tongue. From the burning stretch of my mouth.
I rock my hips, my body desperate for its own friction. My dick aches, pleasure pulsing through my shaft. My cock brushes against the edge of the bench, and I moan.Oh God. Yup. That’s definitely going to be enough. I’m totally coming in my pants tonight.
“Fuck, Shane. Are you fucking my Range Rover right now?”
I rock against the seat harder and slide my tongue along the underside of his dick. A strangled noise rips from him, and I’m rewarded with more precum that sends a bolt of lust to my groin.
“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” he pants. “Nngh.Fuck. You going to come with my dick down your throat?”
Pressure coils at the base of my spine, and I moanaround him. My fingers dig into his thigh, and I take him that little bit deeper. He swells in my mouth.
“Shit. Shane,” he pants. “I’m going to?—”
I sink as low as I can and open my throat. I haven’t had a chance to try this yet, and you better believe I’m going to beer bong his load like a fucking champ. He pulses, and in the next second, I’m hit with his release. I swallow it down, and holy shit, this is the sexiest feeling I’ve ever experienced. His choked cries surround us, hand fisting my hair while his cum fills my throat and mouth. His pleasure is literally coming at me from everywhere.
Streaks of pleasure zip down my spine as I take all of him. I roll my hips against the seat, my movements jerky and erratic. I’m barreling toward the finish line with no hope of stopping it. I sink into it and let it consume me. My orgasm slams into me, and I’m gone. Catapulted to a place of pure bliss. I pop off him, burying my sob into his groin as my body is wracked with shudders.
Fingers drift softly through my hair, sending waves of aftershocks through me. I slowly come back down, the occasional tremor shaking my frame as I pant in his lap. When my arms can finally support my weight, I push off him and stiffly rearrange myself until I’m sitting on the edge of the bench seat. I wince as my release slides around inside my boxers.
Jed groans, and I glance at him. His teeth are making a divot in his bottom lip, his stare locked on my groin. “Sexy as fuck. I just wish you were forced to walk around like that for the rest of the day. With the reminder of who did that to you.”
My mouth pops open in a silent wow. That’s…that’s wow. His dark chuckle sends a shiver rippling over me.
“Someone likes that idea.”
I nod because I can’t word right now. It’s so fucking primal. Like I’m Jed’s to use. And yeah, I think I really fucking dig that. I want him to use me in all the ways. Just put a collar on me and call me his puppy.
