She got out and she got in

I heard her car door close and my heart started beating faster. I watched her go by in my rear view mirror and then closed my eyes for a moment, unbuckling my seatbelt and letting out a breath when my passenger door opened. I felt the soft movement as she sat down and gently closed the door, as if she were trying to get in without me noticing.

The fresh, clean shower scent of her wafted into my nose and I understood why she was a few minutes late. A flash of her in the shower, washing herself to be clean for me made my dick flex. I smiled and opened my yes, still looking forward as I breathed in.

“I’m glad you came,” I said, wishing I could invent an air freshener for my car that smelled like her.

She only cleared her throat. A quiet, soft, timid sound, like she didn’t want to be too loud, as if her fiancé might hear us this far away. I looked over at her. She was looking down at the floor beneath the glove compartment, like she was studying it. Her hair was still damp from an obvious shower. An oversized gray hoodie and a pair of black leggings was the outfit she picked out for me. No makeup this morning, but I didn’t give a fuck. She still looked amazing. Better, almost, like this. Just an adorable girl, fresh out of the shower to meet me, squeaky clean in case I decided to put my mouth on her.

She nervously sat there, nibbling the skin inside her lower lip, holding her purse in her lap like it was some kind of security blanket. The blood pumped to my cock, and I could feel my heartbeat pulse in my ears as I slid both of my thumbs in either side of the waistband of my shorts, lifting my ass off the seat to tug them down to my knees, already knowing she couldn’t stop me. Wouldn’t stop me. She inhaled and closed her eyes, as if she didn’t know this was going to happen. Then why’d you get in the car, Miss Laura? Why’d you come all the way out here on your day off, after a simple text from me?

My right hand was on the back of her head before she really knew what happened, and she was halfway to my lap before her neck muscles tensed, trying to hold herself back. Her resistance only lasted a moment before she submitted to my firm hand pulling her down. With a whimper she succumbed to my persistence and let me lower her head down into my lap. My left hand wrapped around my cock and pointed it up as I leaned back in my seat to watch. She inhaled through parted lips and took the head of my cock between them, and I immediately hummed at the sensation. The sensation I lived for.

“Mmmm,” I hummed quietly, pushing her down just a bit further so she knew what I wanted. Her head pulled back and she started slowly bobbing up and down as she blew me, even as my hand stopped pushing her and simply rested on the back of her head.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Good girl.” She inhaled sharply and then made a quiet noise as she exhaled, hesitating for a moment as if my praise gave her a jolt of pleasure. “How’s that cock taste, Laura?” She made a sudden, curious noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. It was quiet, and seemed to come out of her against her will. Knowing she secretly liked to be spoken to this way, it emboldened me to continue. Not too much, just enough to hopefully get her wet. I wanted her turned-on, ready to go with whatever I wanted to do.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” I said as I lightly gripped her damp hair, flexing my cock to deposit the surge of precum that rose up my shaft into her mouth. She exhaled through her nose, and I sighed when I felt her tongue touch the underside of my shaft, just an inch or two past the head of my cock. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I whispered at the feeling of her warm, wet tongue. The urge to just let her suck me until I blew in her mouth was there. It would be so easy to just let it happen. But I wanted more today. I wanted to open her up to the possibility of more. Because the more we could do…the more she was mine.

“Did you play with yourself last night?” I asked, not expecting an answer. She didn’t give one. Not verbally, anyway. She hesitated now, her head stopping as she pulled her lips off me and swallowed a pleasant mixture of saliva and precum. I grit my teeth when I heard the soft sound of her swallowing. Adorable. Then she let my hand push her head back down onto me and opened her mouth, exhaling a hot breath around my cock as her lips enveloped it again.

“I bet you did,” I answered my own question, playfully teasing her about what I thought might have happened last night during our little text session. “Did you play with your ass, Laura?” She inhaled sharply, struggling to reconcile the inappropriately rude question while she sucked on my meat. “Huh?” I grit my teeth, pushing her down further. Gently, but firmly. The way she liked it. She gagged only a little, almost coughing around my shaft but regaining her composure to continue suckling my head as she began bobbing again.

I gripped her hair and pulled her head back. “Did it feel good?” I asked, the sound of my voice and the question it asked making my dick flex again. A quiet, small whimper as she sucked a bit harder answered my question. Oh God. “Get in the backseat,” I said. This finally elicited a more vocal reaction from her. She exhaled a frustrated sort of hum, torn between finishing me off and leaving, and the prospect of feeling what only I could make her feel. She exhaled again, deeply this time, deciding to just keep blowing me. As much as I wanted to let her, to feel that euphoric feeling of ecstasy as I unloaded in her mouth while she sucked me, I really wanted her to do as I told her.

It was a good problem to have, don’t get me wrong. But I didn’t want her to think she called the shots. Not even once. I bucked my hips up and she gagged, her chest heaving as she struggled not to cough. “I said get in the backseat.” My voice was serious, but gentle, and calm, even as I gripped her hair tighter, pulling her head up. God damn it, it would have felt so fucking good to cum this way.

I knew she wanted the same thing I did. To cum. Her body did what it did best and overrode her judgement. Her will. With a frustrated noise that escaped her throat, she slid her lips off the head of my cock and quickly swallowed. She didn’t look at me when she sat up, but her lips were parted and she was almost panting already. Her eyes were closed, as if that made it better for her. Fine, Miss Laura, keep them closed. I smirked as I noticed the light pink tone of her cheeks, colored by lust and the possibility of playtime for her.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, making her gasp lightly. Her eyes opened wide and saw mine staring right back into them. Her pupils were so damn wide open, I could barely see the color of her irises. I slid my left hand up her hoodie and stuck my tongue in her mouth, groaning deeply when I slipped my fingers under her bra to palm the flesh of her small right breast. She softly moaned and her eyebrows wrinkled as her already hard, pink nipple slid across my fingertips and the palm of my hand, too aroused to react fast enough. Her hand clamped over mine on top of her hoodie and she exhaled sharply, and after a few hot, erotic moments of my hand kneading her naked breast, her tongue timidly darted out to meet mine.

Her fingers tightened over my hand, trembling as she reluctantly let me fondle her tit, her tongue soft and warm, slick with both our saliva as I licked it. Teased it.

She suddenly licked my tongue back and I moaned into her mouth. I heard the soft sound of her purse rolling off her lap and falling to the floorboard in front of her seat. I plunged my tongue further into her mouth and she inhaled deeply, freezing momentarily as she felt my tongue slide against hers. My hand slid down the smooth, warm skin of her belly and between her opened legs, which she tried to close a moment too late.

The warmth of her crotch against my hand was enough to make my dick strain and flex proudly, wanting what my hand had. I groaned as my fingers pressed against her, the thin fabric of her leggings doing little to hide her growing arousal. So soft. So fucking warm. My right hand, still weaved through the hair on the back of her head, tilted her head back, her body now leaning back slightly through the gap between the front seats.

She let out a sharp breath as her left hand planted itself on the edge of the center console to support her weight and keep her from falling into the backseat, but my right hand held her there easily as the fingers of my left began circling against her pussy through her leggings. She let out another breath, deeper this time. Her hips squirmed and her legs slowly squeezed against my wrist, as if they were holding it there.

I broke the kiss and she panted, licking her lips and the string of saliva that connected my lips to hers. Her body was trembling and her eyes were closed again, her eyebrows wrinkled up as my fingers gave her what she needed. Craved. I gripped her hair and tilted her head back, leaning down to slide my lips up her chest, my cheek forcing itself under her bra to lift it up and out of the way until my lips clamped down around her right nipple.

She whimpered and tensed up for a moment, not expecting the sudden suction around her nipple, yet did nothing to stop me, although she couldn’t even if she tried. Her right arm came up instinctively, but instead of putting her hand on mine she ran her fingers through her hair and let it sit on top of her head, like she was going to try and stop me but thought better of it.

I suckled lovingly on her nipple and slid my fingers up, fighting against the tight hold her thighs had on my hand, then slid them back down Inside the front of her leggings. Inside her panties. Her legs opened enough to let my fingers slip inside easily, and she leaned her body back to give me even easier access. When my fingers slid down against the wet folds of her pussy, she let out a shuddering, yearning breath. Yes. God, yes.

Her legs opened and I pushed my hand further down, using my index and ring fingers to spread her lips as my middle finger teased the entrance to her pussy. She let out a hum that told me how much she wanted this. I bet it’s all she was thinking about since yesterday. Stick it in, she wordlessly told me, her body telling me what she never could. I hummed around her nipple, running my tongue in circles around and over it as my lips suckled her.

Her hips squirmed as she waited impatiently for my finger to penetrate her. I kept teasing the soft, slick opening, threatening to plunge my finger inside, then slowly sliding it up and down, barely grazing her warm, wet skin. I could hear her soft, deep breaths coming out of her open mouth.

She wanted it bad, and so did I.