29. Twenty-Nine
Twenty-Nine
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C ruising parallel to the ocean, the water shimmered underneath the sunshine.
I felt awful bailing on Dylan yesterday, but knowing Greg had approached her made me nervous as fuck. There was no way I could let Dylan find out the truth from someone other than me.
It had to be on my terms.
I thought about the unpleasant conversation with Greg. He made it clear he was pissed off that I was playing with fire.
He didn't know I'd already been burned by it.
I didn't expect him to understand what I was going through, but I did expect him to respect me.
For the first time in my life, I told Greg to stay out of my business. I felt shitty about that.
But I didn't need outside influences threatening to stand between me and my happiness again. I had already listened to others' opinions in the past and look where that had gotten me; stuck in a relationship I should never have been in the first place.
I looked over at Dylan, her onyx hair was whipping all over her face as she softly sang the words to 'RX Queen' by the Deftones. We'd been driving for forty minutes.
She caught me looking at her. She smiled at me lazily.
"What's happening in that pretty mind of yours?"
Instead of answering me, she reached underneath her white tennis dress and slid off her pink underwear. She looped it around the gearstick.
Fuck.
Her black hair lashed her face, as she worked to untie the bow fastened around her neck. Her dress fell to her waist, exposing her tits.
I nearly swerved off the road.
Holy shit.
Thankfully, there were no other cars around. Even if there was, she wouldn't have cared.
This is when I loved her the most. When she was at her freest, most craziest. A beautiful, chaotic, mess. She was my wild thing.
And she brought me to my fucking knees.
She put her hands in the air, the wind vortex whipping her hair up and around her beautiful face.
I reached over and grabbed one of her tits. “How the fuck am I supposed to drive when you’ve got your tits out?”
“You’ll work it out.”
I laughed as I kept one hand on the wheel, the other on her breast. Curving around a sharp bend on the coastal road, I could see a truck approaching in the distance.
“Truck ahead,” I alerted her.
She made no move to redress herself.
“Are you seriously going to sit there with your tits out while this truck drives past?”
She didn't answer me.
Not only was she going to sit there topless, but she was going to make sure the truck driver got an eyeful.
Rising up onto her knees, Dylan stretched her arms over her head and gave the truck driver the peace sign as the truck roared past, tooting its horn.
The man at the wheel looked shocked and elated all the same. We both laughed knowing how fucking crazy we would have seemed to the truck driver.
Dylan turned her body towards me. The sun was beaming down on her golden skin.
Placing her hand on my thigh, she began to rub my cock through my pants. I was already semi-hard just from looking at her tits and knowing she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Unbuttoning my jeans, she slid down the zipper and pulled my dick free, dipping her head down into my lap.
My cock instantly hardened knowing she was about to drop her delicious, pouty lips onto it.
She started by placing small kittenish licks on the side of my shaft, curling her fingers around my base, before lavishing the head of my cock with her tongue.
Holy. Fuck.
As we drove down the highway, she began to give me one of the best blowjobs of my life.
Her lips were solidly wrapped around my dick, as she salivated all over me, thoroughly and enthusiastically sucking me off.
I could barely keep the car in the lane. We must have been breaking multiple road rules.
Were there rules about receiving a blow job while driving?
Who the fuck cared. Not fucking me.
In the distance, another truck approached.
It was one thing to be topless as a stranger drove past, but it was an entirely different thing to be engaged in a public sex act.
I choked out the word, “Truck."
My heart was in my throat, while my cock was buried in hers.
She pulled back slightly, running her mouth up the side of my dick. Once it was halfway in her mouth, she dove on it, deep throating me.
The warning of the oncoming truck did nothing to stop her.
She kept sucking, settling into a deep rhythm, her dark head bouncing up and down in my lap as she took all of me in her warm and wet mouth.
As the truck approached, I concentrated on gripping the wheel with both hands.
I caught the driver's eye and found him to be grinning at me with approval, tooting his horn five times in celebration.
I needed to focus on keeping the car on the road, but she was slurping and sucking so eagerly, I could barely see.
Speeding down the highway, my dick in my dream girl’s mouth, I was blinded by ecstasy.
I white knuckled the steering wheel as she pumped her tongue up and down my dick, diving onto it again and again. She put her whole body into worshiping my cock.
I tightened, before I lost all control and pulsated, releasing deep down her throat.
She swallowed every last drop of me.
“Fuck,” I finally managed to say. She held my dick in her mouth as I came down from my high.
Slowly sliding her mouth off me, she lifted her golden caramel eyes up to me. Eye makeup was running down her face from choking herself on my cock.
My girl was all the colors of the rainbow.
Licking her lips, she sat back in her chair, and fastened her dress back in place. No words were needed as I grabbed her hand and held it tight over the center console where her panties lay.
She probably felt exhausted, while I felt invincible.
We drove in silence for the next few minutes, the sound of Bush's 'Comedown' dancing through the fresh, seaside air.
The music suddenly stopped and was replaced with harsh ringing.
A name flashed on the screen.
ALLY
Shit. Why was she calling me?
I looked sideways at Dylan. Her megawatt smile had fallen from her face as reality kicked in.
The phone continued to ring before she said, “You gonna answer that?”
"No." I pressed the red button, declining it.
I couldn’t risk talking to Ally while Dylan sat next to me. It wasn’t fair to both women. Besides, who knew what Ally might say? I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Fuck," Dylan said, ashamed. "We’re assholes aren’t we.”
Dylan was watching me, waiting for me to agree with her. On paper, yeah, we definitely were. We were lying, cheating assholes.
I kept my eyes on the road.
“No.” I lied.
“Why wouldn’t you answer it?”
Fuck, what was with all the questions?
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate to answer it in front of you. I’ll ring her back later.”
I wondered if Dylan could sense I was hiding something from her. I hated lying to her, but I was in too deep.
I told myself that soon, all this shit would be over. Once my relationship with Ally was finished, I'd be able to explain to Dylan what really went down and why I hid the truth from her.
I really hope she'd understand.
I reached over and placed my hand on her leg. “We’re nearly there.”