“Thank you. I’m quite fond of yours as well.”
“Do you think I’m sexy?” He sounds unsure for a moment.
“Of course. I love a big man who likes to get fucked, but it’s more than that with you.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I love talking with you, but I also like how you let me lead. Most big guys don’t feel comfortable enough to do that.”
“I liked when you held the door for me or when you made me a plate of food.”
“I liked doing it for you.” I unlock my car, which I already started so it’s warm. “Should I come back to your place?”
His eyes widen for a minute but then turn sultry, and he backs me into my car door. He pins me with his arms next to my head and his pelvis against my stomach. I can already feel his hard-on.
“Actually, I was hoping we could do it here.” I’m surprised, but only because we’ve already had sex at his house, so he has nothing to hide. “Your car is big, I’m guessing there’s more than enough room,” he purrs and lowers his head so he can whisperin my ear. “I’ve never had sex in a car before. I’m too big to fold into a seat.”
“Yes, you are a big boy.” I roll my hips so he can feel what I think of that. Then I push him back and open the door for him. “After you, babe.”
My alarm goes off earlier than I would like, but I have to get to the airport. This trip was pre-planned. It’s a tech show in Vegas, and it’s a week long. When I told Whit last night, he looked pretty bummed, and I almost said fuck it, but they trust me to keep the company up to date. I need to know what’s new in order to do that.
Izzy’s pretty upset with me because I’ve barely been home, and I haven’t even told him about my date yet!
I’m a bad friend, so I take out my phone and send him some fuzzy Christmas socks and candy canes. That should appease him for a few days. I’m not above bribery, but boys are easily distracted and more forgiving after presents. I wonder if it would work on Whit?
After a long day filled with demonstrations and presentations, I’m ready to call it a night. I just want to change into my pajamas and call Whit, but I decide to call Izzy first because when Whit and I talk, time gets away from us.
“Thank you for the presents.”
“You’re welcome, boo.”
“Even though I know you just sent them to make me forget that you haven’t been around.”
“What? I would never bribe you.” He scoffs. “Did it work?” I ask.
“A little.”
“Okay, what about some juicy gossip?”
Izzy perks right up. “Oh, is it really juicy?”
“I went on a date with the lumberjack.”
“No way!” He gasps. “Like a real date? Not just fucking and running.”
“I took him to dinner and then we went to the street fair, where we had hot chocolate and pie.”
“That’s sweet,” he gushes. “I would love a date like that. Did you have sex afterwards?”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells.”
“Right, but you aren’t a gentleman.”
“True. He sucked me off in the back of my car.”
“Wow, you’re breaking all your rules.”
He’s right, I normally don’t have sex in my car. It’s too messy, and I don’t want to get my car detailed because of cum on the leather.
