The back seat.

"Let's move to the back," you say, then climb off his lap and over the armrest console between the front seats. Opting for the more conventional route, Rick exits the vehicle, then takes a quick look around the parking lot before sliding back in behind the driver's seat.

You're up on your knees beside him when he leans in again, expecting to pick up where the two of you left off, but you push him back into a sitting position instead. "Why don't we pretend that I did send that text?" you suggest.

"Are you sure?" he asks, locking eyes with you.

"Do you want me to?"

He nods, and so you scoot away from him, then lower yourself down onto your elbows before running a hand up his thigh. "Why don't you take these off, then?" you tell him. Without hesitation, he pulls his jeans down over his knees, revealing a pair of dark blue, trunk style boxer briefs, and the outline of his erect cock. It's as big as his hands would suggest and, as you're admiring it, he slides one of those hands into your own jeans.

"Lie flat," he tells you, applying downward pressure on your ass as he squeezes it. Sometimes, being short has its advantages, and this is one such instance. You're able to oblige his request by keeping your knees bent so that your feet are in the air. As he considerately removes your shoes, you slide one arm beneath his legs, and work the other around the small of his back.

His bulge is now inches from your face. You pull yourself forward and lower your open mouth onto it as you breathe in the scent of him. It's been so long since you've sucked a cock that you're literally salivating. For whatever reason, Josh has never wanted this from you. You hope you still remember how to do it well. You want to do it well for Rick.

You're so hot. He closed the windows before making his way back here, and now you feel like you're in a sauna. You wish you could take off your shirt, but your hands are exactly where you want them. You don't want to move them and ruin the illusion of having given up control. "Take it out," you say, breathing heavily. "I want you to make me suck it. Control my head and show me how you like it. I trust you."

"I will," you hear him reply from above, "but I'm taking this out first." His hand is still on your ass, and he gives it another squeeze to let you know that it's what he's referring to. "Lift it up a little," he commands. You obey, and he deftly unbuttons your jeans before sliding them down around your legs. You're wearing a pink thong underneath, because you always wear thongs. You didn't put it on with this in mind. This wasn't planned but, still... you hope he likes it.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he whispers under is breath.

"Yeah?" you reply, with your face still in his crotch. "You like that? You wanna' look at my ass while I suck you off?"

"Oh, God! Keep talking like that and I'm gonna' cum before you start." As he says this, you take his shaft between your teeth and genty bite it through his underwear. You love talking dirty, but Josh never seems to respond to it, so you appreciate Rick letting you know that it's driving him crazy. You're going to keep running your filthy mouth until he puts it to work.

"Are you gonna' spank me if I'm not doing a good enough job? Come on, take it out and make me suck it. Make me suck it until you cum in my mouth, and then make me keep sucking after."