will remind me of your lips around my dick. Every time you take a drink or put anything in your mouth, it reminds me. And trust me, there’s nothing gross thinking about the way you blow me.”
The way he talks so dirty, so blunt turns me on like never before. I unbuckle my seat belt, and he immediately frets. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I was until you unbuckled. What’s up?”
As seductively as I can in a small space of a moving vehicle, I pull my knees beneath me and start to lower my body over the center console. “Hopefully you.”
“Aww, hell.” He shifts his hips. “Iz…”
I palm his crotch, pleased to see he’s already hardening. I quickly unzip his jeans and reach inside, seizing his length and pulling it out. His jeans as a barrier make it that much hotter, more forbidden because just his dick is out and his sack is confined hot and tightly in his boxers. I stroke him and cup his balls outside his jeans, and he squirms, cock hardening by the second. Not wanting to waste any more time, I drop my head and suck him deep.
“Fuck.” He fists my hair. “Damn, baby.”
Moaning around him, I hold him at the base of his cock and bob up and down, stopping just below the crown, flicking that little notch with my tongue. A couple of bumps in the road shove him deep, and I gag a little bit while Damien curses in pleasure. His thighs tense up, and I release him with a pop to change angles. I jack him with my hand and open my mouth to rest the tip of his dick on my tongue.
“You’re such a little minx. You want it?”
I pant, speeding up my movements and squirming in my seat.
“Tell me you want it.”
I never thought I would say it, but it’s the truth. “I want it, Damien.”
“What do you want, Izzy?”
My panties are wet, and I have to squeeze my thighs together, wishing I had two good hands so I could touch myself right now. “I want you to come in my mouth.” I press my lips to his slit.
“Anything for you. Open up and I’ll give you what you want.” I feel a shift in his legs as he comes to a halt. A red tint illuminates the cab, and I can only assume we’re at a stoplight. Not knowing if someone is next to us or if they can see what I’m doing excites me. “Get ready, and Iz? You’d better swallow it all. I don’t want my cum all over my jeans when we walk inside. Some asshole sees that, and they take one look at you and know you just had those swollen lips around my cock,” he hisses. “They’ll imagine you on your knees for them, and that will not make me happy, and you want to make me happy, don’t you?”
I hum my agreement. I want to make him as happy as he makes me.
“Here it comes, baby. Fuck.” His hips jerk, and he growls as he shoots down my throat. “Goddamn shit… it’s so good. You’re so fucking good.”
He can’t see me, but I smile triumphantly. The vehicle pitches forward a little bit when he shoves the shifter into park, and before I can blink, I’m on my back, and he’s hovering over me. I pant as he shoves his hand in the tight confines of my jeans, and all it takes is for him to separate my wet flesh and circle my clit for me to climax.
His forehead rests on mine, and he slides three of his fingers down, gathers up all the wet from my orgasm, then he slowly pulls his hand out of my jeans and licks his hand clean. “Not only are your lips swollen, but you’re flushed, and you smell like sex. I am not walking into a restaurant with you right now because I promise you, if one motherfucker gets a whiff of my sweet pussy, things will not end well. You’re mine, Izzy. Your body, your orgasms, every ounce of your pleasure is mine, and I do not share.”
I swallow the dryness in my throat. “Okay.”
He kisses my nose and sits up, shoving his cock back into his pants, but having to unzip more because he’s still hard even though the evidence of his orgasm lingers on my tongue. On the way home, he deviates and goes to a drive-through restaurant and gets us some burgers, fries, and