“What are you doing?” I ask as he crowds me.
“Giving you what you want,” he growls, his hands landing on my hips and pulling me toward him. I go easily, without even a hint of a fight.
I just want it, want him too badly.
It’s been so fucking long, and I miss him.
He wrenches my shoes from my feet, and they fall onto the floor of his truck before he unbuttons my pants and peels them down my body.
I just watch him wet his lips when he sees my cock. I know he wants this as much as I do, can smell his pheromones as they fill the cabin.
But then he schools his face, and I see nothing but determination.
He leans forward and grabs my body, lifting me up easily and placing me on his lap. I’m facing the windshield, my hands grabbing onto the headrests in front of me.
“You want to fuck a dick? You can use mine.”
I hear a zipper lower, and I crane my neck, trying to get a look at him, but he places a hand on the back of my neck, keeping me facing forward.
“No, you fuck it anonymously. You fuck it like you would the glory hole.”
I groan as he squeezes my neck and then lets go.
I hear his pants opening, and I know his dick is in his hand. Is he holding it there for me to ride?
Biting my bottom lip, I debate actually going through with this. I shouldn’t get entangled with him again when things could easily go to shit. But honestly, I’ve been fucking miserable without him.
Leaning forward, I allow him access to my ass. And when I slide backward, I feel the head of his cock at my hole, my slick dripping down my thighs. Eager. Ready.
Without hesitation, I fall onto him, my moan absolutely disgusting to my ears.
“Gods,” I murmur as I take all of him. His hand bumps against my ass before being removed completely. So I was right. He was holding his dick stationary, so I could fuck against it.
“Go on then,” he murmurs, his hands falling to the seat beside him. “Use me.”
I inhale deeply and then shift my hips up, the drag of his dick against my slippery hole almost too much. It hits all the right places. It feels so fucking good. The only thing that would make it better would be seeing him.
But he won’t allow it.
So I do as he says. I use him. I fall back onto his dick and groan again as he bottoms out.
“Again,” he says, his voice slightly strained.
I bite my bottom lip and start to move, my fingers digging into the headrests I’m holding on to for leverage. I know anyone could come out and see what we’re doing, but fuck if I care. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system, or maybe I’m just that desperate for him.
I don’t know what it is, but I use him, just like he said I should.
I fuck onto his dick until my moans are endless, just one long stream. My cock is leaking, bouncing against my abdomen, messing my shirt with its drool.
Glenn is panting behind me, losing control slowly.
I’m not going to last. I’m going to come.
I feel my body vibrate with my orgasm, and then my hole clenches down on his length as I erupt. Glenn groans, and I feel his release spill inside of me.
My body sags against the seat in front of me, trying to catch my breath.
Fuck, that was amazing.
