‘You’ll have to hold it.’
‘No, Maggie,you’llhave to hold it.’
‘Urgh,’ I groan. ‘No. I can’t.’
‘Hope you’ve got plenty of those wipes then…’
‘Don’t you dare,’ I say. And the fucker has the audacity to smirk. ‘You’re enjoying this.’
‘So sue me for enjoying you being served a fresh plate of just desserts.’
I look around the car until I settle on one of the empty bottles. Will it be big enough? Resigning myself with a sigh, I go around to the passenger side, armed with baby wipes and the bottle.
‘I can’t do this,’ I whisper as I stare at his zipper.
‘I’m sure you’ve seen a cock before. I’m the one who should be embarrassed.’ Roman still looks like he’s enjoying my discomfort far too much.
‘Of course I have. I’ve just never had to assist… well, you know.’
‘Brought it on yourself.’
‘Shut up.’ Straightening my shoulders, I put down the wipes and bottles and reach over him to unclick his belt, hauling his legs around and out onto the ground. His torso leans sideways against the backrest, and he finally looks at least a little embarrassed.
Up close, I get a whiff of the aftershave that clings to his throat, and see the way the vein in his neck thrums with each beat of his pulse.
Swallowing, I unbutton his trousers before tugging down the zip.
He looks over my shoulder as I reach in and wrap my fingers around his soft dick, pulling it past the zipper.
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’
‘Me either,’ Roman murmurs. ‘It’s usually more impressive when a woman gets her hands on it.’
I’m not about to admit it to the cocky twat, but the heft in his flaccid cock already impresses me. If only it were for other purposes.
‘I don’t think you’ll need the bottle,’ he says. ‘Now that you’ve turned me, you can probably just aim it at the floor.’
‘You might pee on my shoes!’
‘You’d deserve it.’
‘Fuck off,’ I mutter. Standing to the side, and with me holding his man-meat like it’s about to detonate, I aim the tip towards the floor, looking away. A minute passes with nothing happening, me standing there like an idiot, silently dying inside.
‘Are you going to pee, or what?’ I ask.
‘I don’t exactly have full control at the moment, thanks to your drugs.’ Roman’s face is red when I look back at him.
‘Well, either make it happen or hold it in. I’m not standing here like a fleshy cock-stand all night.’
His eyebrows raise, and I can tell he wants to clap back with innuendo, but he bites it back. A moment later, a splash makes me jump.
‘Hold it steady,’ he yelps. ‘I don’t want to get it on my jeans.’
I want the ground to open me up and consume me whole. This absolutely isn’t what I signed up for. Yet, rudely, the car park remains firm beneath my feet, and I’m forced to stand there like a spare prick until he finishes.
I drop his cock the second he stops and shudder.
‘Well, that’s a bit rude,’ he says with a smirk.
