I run my hands up his legs and when I reach his boxers I tisk. "You’re not supposed to wear anything underneath a kilt, Charming."
"I’m more comfortable with something on." He explains and I lower my head to his thigh. I push the plaid up his leg and hook my fingers into the top of his boxers. He lifts his hips for me and lets me tug them down, his cock already tenting the fabric above it.
Rhys starts to pull it up to his waist but I stop him. "No, I want to get under this."
"Fuck, alright." He says as the car takes a turn and he slaps his hand to the window to keep himself upright.
With my head in his lap I burrow under his kilt and take his hardening dick into my mouth. "Fuck, fuck." He curses as his hand comes to hold my head with a layer of wool between us.
It won’t be a long drive to Rhys’s house so I pick up my pace. His cock grows stiffer with each pass of my lips along his length. I pause for a moment to lick my lips and wet them again when Rhys taps my shoulder.
"Here." He says as he hands me a lip balm.
"Thank you." I say as I swipe it on. Mmmm, cherry.
I hand it back to him and find my lips almost gliding now and I’m able to go even faster.
"Shit, Duncan, shit. I’m close."
"Mmm." I hum around him before I swallow. He tilts forward, crushing my head into his cock with his chest.
I pride myself on gagging gracefully and pulling off with a lewd pop to take a deep breath. "Fuck my mouth, Charming."
Can he hear me from under the fabric?
My tongue runs around his tip for a moment before his hands hold my head in place and he thrusts up. Fuck. Yes.
There is nothing hotter than when he takes what he wants.
Roughly, Rhys drives his dick down my throat, over and over, holding me immobile. With a final shove, I gag around him, he doesn’t let up so I gag again.
Only then does he pull back and loosens his hold on me.
"I’m about to come." He says gruffly so I focus my attention at his tip. Circling, licking, sucking. Pushing my tongue along his slit. Flicking it on that spot just under his tip that drives every man insane.
"Duncan, Dunc!" He shouts and I open my mouth while he shoots his release along my tongue. I swallow and move forward to softly suck him again and I milk more from his beautiful cock.
The car slows and I emerge from under the kilt to find a gloriously disheveled Rhys Reid.
"I can’t believe you just did that." He pants.
"I can’t believe you aren’t already begging to suck my cock." The car slows to a stop at his house.
He laughs. "Of course I am. But, I’ll admit a Ginger Ale Can wasn’t exactly sexy."
"I beg to differ." I say as I follow him out of the back seat and up to the door.
"How so?"
"A refreshing ginger ale? The way it coats your tongue, your throat, the way you just crave it in your mouth."
"I get it now."
"Do you? I could keep going."
Rhys closes the door, locks it, and presses my shoulders into the back of the door. "You’re not going anywhere."
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