No

You didn’t take the freeway toward your place. Instead you pulled out of the studio lot and headed in the opposite direction, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on the back of Brittney’s head as she worked between your legs. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet car. You were just starting to settle into the rhythm when your phone buzzed.

Alaric Jackson’s name lit up the screen. You answered on speaker, keeping your voice casual. “Alaric. Heard the news. Congratulations on getting everything dropped.”

His deep laugh came through the speakers. “Appreciate it, man. That lawyer you hooked me up with was a beast. And… the other help. Yeah. She dropped it clean. No more headaches.”

You glanced down at the blonde currently sliding her lips along your cock and felt a slow, wicked idea take shape.

“No problem,” you said. “Glad it worked out. You two still together?”

He snorted. “Hell no. That bridge is burned.”

“Figured. So how long’s it been since you actually got off?”

There was a short pause, then a dry chuckle. “Months. Since this whole mess started. Feels like forever.” You looked down at Brittney her lips stretched around you, eyes half-lidded, completely focused on the task and the idea solidified. You kept your tone easy, almost conversational. “Well… I might have a solution for that.”

You let the silence hang for a second, feeling her continue to bob without knowing what was being discussed above her head. You kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting heavy on the back of Brittney’s head as you spoke into the phone. “I’ve got a new girl,” you said, the lie sliding out easy. “She’s a complete freak. Loves getting tagged. The more the better.”

Alaric’s voice came back interested. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m offering her up. Season tickets for the whole year and she’s yours whenever you want.”

There was a short, rough laugh on the other end. “Nah, man. You remember how I get. Last party at your place? I’m too rough with girls. I don’t do gentle.” You smiled, eyes still on the road, the wet heat of Brittney’s mouth never stopping.

“Of course I remember. But this one can take it. She loves it. Gets off on being used hard.”

A pause. Then: “I gotta hold back?”

“You don’t hold back. Not with her.”

At that, Brittney finally caught enough of the conversation. She tried to pull off your cock, a muffled sound of protest rising in her throat. You simply pressed down harder with the hand on her head, keeping her mouth full and her body pinned in the seat. She squirmed once, then went still again under the pressure.

You spoke over her, calm and even.

“You free right now?”

The line stayed quiet for a second while Alaric thought it over. Brittney’s breathing was sharp through her nose, her hands braced against your thigh, but she didn’t try to fight the hold again.You waited, the car still moving, the offer hanging open.