A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman
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SAB
The car came to a stop.
I looked down and watched my jeans move with the slender hand wrapped around my cock. Her wrist was the first visible body part I could see on her. Kneeling on the seat facing me, she had been begging me the entire ride to put her mouth to good use.
“How does that feel, Sab?” she whispered.
“Fucking great, babe,” I said.
In reality, I felt nothing.
My entire body was numb.
Hence the reason I was in a dark parking lot, in a dark car, getting a handy from someone paid by the amount of cum that ended up in her hand, belly, or between her legs.
She was high end. Super expensive. Dressed to kill. Wild eyes. An eager mouth. And more excited to be with me than I was with her.
Within five minutes of her getting into the car, she told me she had to confess that she was a fan of the band and had been fantasizing about hooking up with one of us for a long time. When I asked her who her favorite band member was, she said it was me.
I wasn’t sure if that was part of the game or not.
Nor did I give a shit.
Her thumb flicked over the ridge on the tip of my cock and I grabbed her wrist.
I pulled her hand away from my jeans and she was just there…
On her knees.
As tall as she could go considering we were in the backseat of a car.
“Now what, Sab?” she asked.
Her voice was smooth and seductive. She loved to say my name. She loved to give me the power on what the next decision was.
She was really good at her job.
“Pull the dress down,” I said.
Without a response she hooked her thumbs in the top of her dress and pulled.
She wore nothing under the dress, which I expected.
Her tits were perfectly round, perky, her nipples like the small tips of someone’s pinky fingers. Everything symmetrical and right in place. Like she had walked out of a dream and into the backseat of the car.
Just for me.
I leaned to my right and she cupped under her tits and came toward me.
I shut my eyes and helped myself to her soft, warm, clean skin.
She smelled like honey and jasmine rolled together between sex laced sheets.
My tongue flicked her left nipple, then her right one.
She groaned way too loud for such a subtle move.
I opened my mouth and engulfed her. Hungry and thirsty all in the same breath, suckling to the point she grabbed the back of my head and gasped for a breath.
“Too much, babe?” I asked with her nipple grazing my teeth.
“No,” she said. “Not at all. Anything you want, Sab. That’s what I signed up for.”
I went for more of her tits.
Kissing, playing, trying to chase away the empty feeling inside me.
It wasn’t working.
Nothing was going to work.
I grabbed her right wrist and put her hand against the thick bulge in my jeans.
She rubbed for a second and made the same groaning sound as before but that only lasted a second.
She pulled at the top of my jeans and when I felt my cock pop free, I took my mouth from her chest.
I leaned back against the backseat of the car and touched her hips.
“Come here, babe,” I said.
She let out a whimpering sound and hiked up her dress so she could straddle me.
Her tits were in my face and I felt the warmth of her slit touch the tip of my cock.
“Listen to me,” I said. “Don’t make any fake noises. I know how to make a woman come. I’m not those guys in Raunchy Recks.”
She laughed and agreed.
I pulled her down and felt my cock become sheathed by her beautiful warmth.
I shut my eyes.
I let her fuck me.
I still felt nothing.
The car took her home.
I decided to walk.
It wasn’t that far of a walk… or so I thought.
It was almost three in the morning.
The earliest I’d get home would be five. Maybe six.
And if I was spotted walking along the side of the road…
“Shit,” I whispered.
There had been a time in my life when I could go for walks without any issues at all. Walking always helped me clear my head. Or sober up. I was a master at being able to walk straight even though my head wasn’t.
But now… there was no chance of any of it.
The last thing I needed was a cop to see me swaying on the side of the road.
I’d be trending news in four