Test Drive (Watchers Crew)

by Johnson, Ines

  I gave him one last glance before I sank down into his lap. Now, it was my turn to smirk at him. He didn’t know what he was in for.

  I took hold of the base of his cock, holding it firm as I licked at the head. He was long with a nice girth. I’d seen my fair share of penises. It was easy to lead around the big, thick ones. But I preferred the small, skinny ones to be inside of me. They were no bother when they were in there. The thick ones always left me sore the next day.

  I had planned to get Owl off quick, but I liked the feel of him on my lips, the taste of him on my tongue. Most girls I knew didn’t like giving head. Most of the time I sided with them and their distaste of the act. It was a chore, but a necessary chore for a girl like me who wanted to keep a man around while she went off to the library to study. Every once in a while I found myself enjoying the chore.

  I was enjoying myself with Owl. With the tip of my tongue I played with the veins along his dick. I licked at his balls, enjoying the shifting texture of his sack. He reached his hand down. I expected him to guide me fully onto his dick. But he didn’t. He ran his fingers through my hair, gently, like a caress. I shuddered as they traced the cone of my ear.

  I got down to business. I put him in my mouth, working my tongue around his shaft. I relaxed my throat muscles and took him in deep, all the way to the back of my throat. There was still another inch or two of him that I couldn’t fit.

  Damn. He was the biggest dick I’d yet to encounter. I pulled out my whole bag of tricks.

  I leaned my torso down, putting my ass in the air for him to admire.

  I kissed at his length, using my words to compliment his impressive instrument.

  I took him back in, sucking hard and making a pop when I withdrew.

  I deep throated him, slobbering all over his length in the process.

  Throughout my performance, Owl watched me with half lidded eyes. He didn’t pump into my mouth. He didn’t grab my ears or the back of my neck to keep me down there. He didn’t impale himself up and into me. He relaxed back and let me do my thing.

  His eyes never left me. That same soft smile on his face. His breathing was even. Long moments passed like this; him relaxed and me hard at work.

  What the hell was happening? I’d always gotten guys off in less than five minutes -without fail. My jaw was becoming tired. I’d never jerked a guy off for this long without a result.

  “Kira?” He reached down and lifted my mouth off his dick. “I want to fuck you now.”

  The head of his thick, long dick bounced off my chin. I looked at it. It curved in that same angle that his fingers did when they were inside me.

  Maybe…?

  Would I…?

  Could I…?

  I was throbbing between my thighs, aching to be filled by something. I’d been so close. Maybe he could get me there? Maybe he could get me to come?

  I crawled over top of him. He slid his pants further down his thighs and rolled the condom on. He pushed my skirt up. He didn’t bother removing my underwear, just kept the panties pushed to the side. He slowly impaled himself up and into me, allowing me to feel every inch of him. It should’ve hurt, but it was a welcome intrusion to my throbbing pussy.

  Once he was all the way in, he stopped. He sat up with my knees spread wide over his thighs. He reached out and undid my shirt. With the buttons free, he pulled the garment down behind my back trapping my upper arms in the sleeves.

  I couldn’t move my upper body with my forearms trapped like that. I couldn’t move my thighs with him in inside of me. I was at his complete mercy.

  He put us eye to eye and then he fucked up and into me. Not hard, but firm enough for me to feel every inch of him. Not slow, but fast enough to keep me panting. The moans came out of me unbidden. I felt that sweet pressure return. My eyes closed and my head lolled back.

  “Kira.”

  I tried to give him my attention, but the pressure was collecting all around me.

  “Kira, I don’t want you to come.”

  His words made no sense. I must’ve imagined them in all of my haze.

  I heard people coming around us, filling in the parking lot. Someone turned on an engine and music blared. I should care. I should tell Owl to stop, that someone might come close and see what we were doing, what he was doing to me. But I couldn’t give them that much of my mind. It was all wrapped around Owl’s dick and the magic it was working inside of me.

  “Kira, you’re gonna wait for me to come, and I’m not ready.”

  That was definitely Owl’s calm voice, the calm tinged with the firm command that had rankled me earlier. I’d listened to that commanding tone before, but I would not listen to it now.

  Like hell I would wait.

  I was so close. I’d never been this close in my entire life. I needed this. My thighs trembled. With one more thrust I’d be over this barrier.

  Owl stopped and withdrew from me.

  I felt like the world had been pulled out from under me. I felt like I’d been shoved off a cliff and was left flailing in the air, waiting for the impact of the ground to rend me into pieces. I felt like I’d been surfing on the tallest wave and crashed down into a wall of water that left my body stinging.

  I could’ve screamed. Maybe I did scream. But I couldn’t move my arms, which were trapped in my blouse. I couldn’t move my legs, which he had spread wide over his thighs.

  I opened my eyes and glared at him.

  Owl stared at me. His face transformed from calm amusement to displeasure. “I told you not to come, Kira.”

  The anger seeped from me as I looked at the displeased lines that gathered at the edges of his eyes. “I…I didn’t,” I panted.

  Owl traced the lines of my lips, my chin. I leaned into his touch like an eager kitten aching to be petted. A small smile broke over his mouth as he watched me. “But you want to. Don’t you, Kira?”

  What the fuck kind of mind games was this guy playing? I was frustrated and horny. I was on the verge of something I’d never experienced, something I thought other girls exaggerated about. And this guy was holding it from me, dangling it over my head while he laughed at me.

  “Tell me you wanna come, Kira.”

  “What?”

  “Beg me for it.”

  “You’re an asshole.”

  Owl smiled. He dipped down and bit my breast through the lace of my bra.

  I gasped. My legs shook. Something tightened in my core, but as it tightened I felt a fresh flush of wetness leak out of me.

  “Mmm,” Owl groaned. “Say it, and I’ll give it to you.” He reached down between us. He rubbed his thumb over my clit and then around my pussy lips where’d I’d dripped all over him. He stuck two fingers just inside my channel, coming just to the edge of that sweet spot.

  He leaned back against the car seat. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, the fingers he’d just had in my wet, dripping pussy. I watched his tongue flicking over his digits. The throbbing increased in my pussy. I couldn’t rub my thighs together because he had them spread wide. I couldn’t touch myself because my hands were trapped. I would go out of my mind if I didn’t get relief soon.

  “Please, Owl. I’m begging you. This is me begging you.”

  Owl smiled. He grabbed his dick and thrust deep into me.

  Chapter Four

  But Owl didn’t let me come right away. He continued to toy with me, thrusting fast and hard, and then slow and shallow.

  “Fuck, you need it, baby. Don’t you?”

  “Please,” I whimpered, no longer shamed at my neediness. I was already supplicating myself in his lap. My head bowed in reverence to the mastery he had over my pussy.

  “Okay, baby. You wanna come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Come for me, Kira.”

  And that was all it took.

  It was better than I’d ever hoped it could be. It felt like I was in the movies. In those action scenes where time slows down.

  I held on as Owl continued to
stroke into me, slowly. I felt my body open up, like someone unlocking a door. I saw the key turning in the lock as the head of his penis pushed once more past my pussy lips. I heard the click as his dick filled me from my entrance all the way through to what felt like my belly.

  That’s when I knew I was going to come. But that wasn’t the end. No, there was so much more.

  Before my pussy clenched around him, his penis traveled back down the way it came, hitting every spot again. My heartbeat dropped; the rhythm slowed, and the beating descended into my pussy. I watched the door opening, heard it creaking wider and wider. I knew without a doubt that any minute it would be flung wide open and I would be knocked back.

  It was an out of body experience. I sat high above myself, watching it all take place, suspended in the live animation of it all. And he was right there with me. Through the slowing of time, the turning of the lock, the opening of the door. At the exact moment that the door swung open, Owl grinned at me like he knew it was about to happen… right… now…

  My body stiffened. My pussy seized and clamped around his thick cock, which was buried deep inside of me, as deep as he could push into me. The muscles inside my pussy felt like they contracted for an hour, and during that long wait for them to release I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think. I only saw him, grinning wide like a proud lion, eyes opened wide like his namesake bird, taking it all in like it was beautiful, like I was beautiful.

  I sighed and my body released. The sounds I made when I came were nothing like what I’d heard Meg Ryan doing in that movie. It was nothing like the canned cries of real porn stars. The sounds that came out of me were deep, guttural, helpless. Joyful.

  When I stopped jerking, I collapsed against Owl, my face buried in the center of his chest

  Owl pet my hair. “Good girl. That’s better, isn’t it?”

  The self-preservation part of me knew I needed to get up off this dude and get as far away from him as possible. The amount of power and control he’d just exuded over not just my body, but my head as well, was more than any person ought to have over another human being. Plus, it was clear that he liked to play games. I didn’t need another guy who would jerk me around.

  But my body clamped itself around him. It wrapped itself around him and wouldn’t let go. My arms, which had been freed sometime during or after my orgasm, were clasped around his biceps. My knees pressed into his thighs. He was still inside of me, not as hard as when I clenched around him during my orgasm, but still erect enough to stay inside me. My mind may have been saying run, but my body had other intentions.

  “Hey Owl, you done in there?” Along with the voice from outside the car came a rap at the window.

  The windows were tinted, but I could make out a large shadow. I jerked away from Owl, reaching for the ends of my shirt to cover myself. As I reached I felt my hips rooted to something, Owl’s semi hard dick still buried deep inside of me.

  “Relax,” he said to me leaning back against the seat, making no move to remove his dick from my pussy. “It’s just my boys.”

  His boys? Were they out there the whole time? We’re they watching? I squirmed on top of him, trying to free myself from the anchor of his dick.

  “You need some help in there?” said one of his boys.

  Owl raised an eyebrow at me at the question. Then he chuckled at my reaction. He reached out his hands and freed me from his dick. “No we’re good,” he yelled to who ever was outside the car.

  Owl’s dick lay prone on his ripped lower abs. The purple condom glistened in the moon’s light leaving tracks of my pussy juice at the edge of his navel. He patiently unfolded my arms from my breasts. He pulled my blouse back up and over my arms. He took his time fastening each button.

  He reached between us and pulled the fabric of my underwear back over my pussy and straightened my skirt back over my still quivering legs. Then he motioned for me to climb off him so he could straighten himself out.

  I sat huddled against the door watching him dispose of the condom and put his dick away with those magic fingers. My pussy, which felt like it had been opened for the first time, still sang his praises in a throbbing rhythm. Once Owl had himself put back together, he got out of the rear passenger door. He reached back in and held his hand out for me like a gentleman.

  I stepped out of the car on shaky legs. Owl wrapped his other hand around my waist and held me steady.

  “Fuck man, I see why you didn’t want to share.”

  I looked over Owl’s shoulder to see a bear of a man grinning down at me like I was a tasty morsel he wanted to pick his teeth with. He was flanked by two other men. Though not as big as him, they were both forces to be reckoned with. One was blonde with the face of an angel, which let me know there had to be a devil hidden behind his dimpled cheeks. The other was a brother with a shiny, baldhead.

  “I’m gonna take her home,” Owl said, opening the front passenger door and handing me inside. “I’ll see you guys back at the house.” He shut the door and went around to the driver’s side. He started the car, and we were off.

  “Did you have a good time?” His eyes were on the road as he asked. He asked the question as though we were talking about the weather.

  “Were your friends there the whole time we were…?”

  Owl shrugged. “I don’t know? Probably not. They would’ve knocked on the window earlier and asked if you wanted them to join in.”

  “Join in?”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t elaborate.

  “So you guys do stuff like that? Share women?”

  Owl turned to me with a smile. “Hey kettle, don’t call me black when you just went from your boyfriend’s limp dick to the back seat of my car.”

  “My ex-boyfriend who was cheating on me.”

  Owl shrugged. “I only saw a man talking to another girl.”

  “He was all over her.”

  Owl shrugged again. “I don’t understand the whole boyfriend/girlfriend/monogamy thing. Cheating, to me, is when you take advantage of a girl. Like getting a girl to blow you and not returning the favor. Now, that would be a dick move to get pissed about.”

  I looked at him like he was crazy. Because that statement, that definition, was crazy.

  Owl looked over at me and grinned. “I get it. You’re a mono girl. You believe in monogamy.”

  A crack of thunder sounded from outside the car. “You don’t?”

  “I don’t think it’s fiction. I’ve seen it work for some people, like my parents. I just have no interest in it personally. But you do, don’t you Kira. I should probably tell you to stay away from me.”

  I had planned to stay away from him. People tell you who they are when you meet them. My problem was that I rarely listened.

  “But I won’t tell you that,” Owl said. “I enjoyed fucking you tonight. I’d like to do it again.”

  My pussy throbbed at the prospect. “I just got out of a relationship. I’m not ready to play any more games.”

  “Did you hear a word I said? I don’t want a relationship with you. I want to fuck you. And trust me, you’d like the games I’d play with you.”

  He stopped the car. I looked out the window. We’d arrived at my dorm. Owl hopped out of the car and came around to my door. He helped me out and handed me a card. “Watchers Auto and Body,” the card read. At the top it had a tire with wings over the lettering.

  “Give me a call if you want another ride, Kira. I’d be more than happy to come and get you.”

  “You’re not gonna come up?”

  “What for? It’s late. I’m tired. I’m gonna head home and get some sleep. I hope you call, Kira.” And with that, he took off into the night.

  Up in the sky, the storm clouds were rolling away. They’d never even broken. I looked down at the card in my hand. I should leave it on the pavement. This guy wasn’t boyfriend material. He didn’t believe in monogamy. He’d said he liked fucking women and sharing them with his boys. This was definitely not the
kind of relationship I needed in my life.

  I stood outside for long moments twirling the card between my fingers. Finally, I turned towards my dorm. With each step I took my pussy throbbed at the absence of Owl buried deep inside of me. For the first time, it wasn’t a painful ache. It was twinges of longing. I held the card in the palm of my hand and made my way inside.

  When I got to my door, Sergio was there waiting.

  “What are you doing here?” I said.

  “I wanna talk,” he said.

  Even from far away, I spotted the pink lipstick on the collar of his shirt. I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

  “Did you fuck him? That chink?”

  “That’s a derogatory term. And it further shows your ignorance because he’s Japanese, not Chinese…I think. And yeah, I did fuck him. And it was a good fuck. A really good fuck.”

  Sergio’s face went beet red. “Well, I fucked that blonde too.”

  “Good for you.” I shrugged, turning the key into the lock of my door. I felt another twinge in my pussy at the sound, reminding me of Owl unlocking my orgasm.

  “Wait, Kira. You don’t want me to come in? You gonna send me out into the night? There’s a storm coming.”

  “The storm already passed, Sergio.” I went in and closed the door in his face.

  I took out Owl’s card. I programmed the number into my phone. But instead of hitting Save, I hit Talk.

  The phone rang.

  I panicked.

  Before I could hang up, he answered. “Hello?”

  I gulped. “Hey, Owl. I was just putting your number in my phone and hit Talk instead of Save and-"

  “You in your room?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Me, too.”

  “You got home fast.”

  He chuckled. “I drive a race car. You alone?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Me, too. Take off your panties.”

  My hand shook as I held the phone to my cheek. It felt like I was about to cross some invisible line.

  “Kira,” there was steel in his soft, calm voice. “Take off your panties and go lay down on your bed.”