by Rylee Swann
God. He’s long and thick, and my hand won’t fit all the way around him when I touch him for the first time, listening to his breath hiss through his teeth.
Pre-cum beads at the tip. “Is this what you want?” he whispers as his hand curves around the nape of my neck. He doesn’t try to push me down. He just rests it there, letting me have control.
It leaves me in a wash of emotions. I’m not quite sure how to feel as I lower to take him in my mouth. The rough grip of his hand in my hair, the way his breath catches as I flick my tongue over the head of his cock… all of it is something I crave. Need. Even as my mind protests my actions, my body becomes a taut line of need, a string pulled to the point of breaking. I open my mouth wide, and his dick slides past my lips.
I swallow his cock, work the shaft with my tongue and want more. I love the way he smells. It’s so masculine. The scent of soap and the light musk of sweat. And something so uniquely him.
The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, and I fight the urge to gag and open myself for him, swallowing him down. My saliva slicks his shaft, and I swirl my tongue against the base of his cock, my nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair, pressing against his groin.
I feel powerful when he growls my name, his hand growing tight in my hair as I take him in and out of my mouth, licking the thick vein underneath. His breathing grows rough, his hips jerking as I take my time.
“Becca…”
It’s a warning. it’s a prayer. There’s a note of pleading in the word that makes me suck harder. Then I’m pulled away, his cock popping from my mouth with an erotic sound that I’ll never forget.
“You are a good girl,” he growls, though I know he doesn’t mean it in the same way he’d said it before.
I whimper. I ache between my legs, and I’m the wettest I’ve ever been. I’m so hot, so ready for him to fuck me. I whimper again, feeling needy, desperate.
He reaches down and moves the seat, lowering the back, his hard cock moving in time with his heartbeat as it rests against his muscled stomach, shining with my saliva. From the console, he pulls out a condom, and I watch as he sheaths himself.
Then I’m on him, watching his face as I lean down to kiss him. I’ve never had sex in a car, but for some reason, the idea of a passerby seeing us, getting caught, only makes the whole encounter that much more appealing. I feel so free, doing what I want to do for once. It’s the fire and the passion of the moment, the taboo. With a man who does funny things to my insides.
I straddle his waist as he yanks my skirt up over my hips. He murmurs his appreciation of my body as he runs a finger over my slit. Just that light, teasing touch makes me moan.
“I bet that pussy feels as good as it tastes,” he says as he guides himself to my entrance. Both of his hands then fall to my hips, and he hilts his thick cock inside me with one, rough thrust.
I ride him, his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I’m on the tender threshold of pleasure and pain, and it nearly drives me over the edge. My hands fall to his shoulders, and I grip them hard enough to bruise. His hips meet mine, pounding into me. The sound we make is so vulgar, the slapping of flesh on flesh, but I crave that too. All of it.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want to watch. I want you to come on my dick,” he says, his voice breaking, rough with pleasure.
I barely touch myself in private. I feel suddenly so vulnerable and shy, but something about the way he said it, the way he commanded it, makes me want to obey. My hand moves between my legs, and I begin to stroke the hard nub of my clit in time with his thrusts.
I forget how to be embarrassed. Lost in the moment, all I can feel is pleasure. Leaning in, I kiss him deeply. The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s artless and sloppy. I suck his tongue just like I’d sucked his cock as I come.
My pussy clamps down around his plunging dick, suckling him like a hungry mouth, pulling him deeper. I rock my hips, moaning into the hot press of our mouths. I can feel his own moans vibrating against my lips, feel it in his chest, rumbling against my fingers. His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming quick and shallow and jerky. Then he stills, hilting in me again. I can feel the pulse of his orgasm as his fingers dig into my hips, filling me with so much pleasure that I can’t tell where the first ends and the next begins.
We stay like that, connected, for a while. My breath comes in little pants as I look out the foggy window. I like the silence. It feels oddly comfortable even when I think it shouldn’t. There isn’t any awkwardness, and thoughts of the article and Rob and deadlines are far away.
Finally, Cole breaks the silence. “Come back to my place,” he murmurs, holding me tight against him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Rylee Swann loves to write! She is often be found in her writing cave located in the ‘burbs of New York City. That’s Long Island for people in the know. Her day job is a marketing manager which keeps her super busy.
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