51. Tee
Tee
I know it’s bad. But when did something being bad stop me from doing anything?
As soon as we hit the open road, I don’t bother waiting for the lake. I can’t.
When I shuffle in my seat, he glances at me and gives me this warm smile that makes me want to do this even more.
(And I was already stoked.)
When I rest my hand on his thigh, he arches a brow. “You okay, Tee?”
I bite my lip. “Just impatient.”
“For?”
“You.”
His eyes widen, but I notice his hands tighten around the wheel. “Oh, yeah? You want my cock in that hungry little cunt? Is it wet for me, baby?”
(If it wasn’t, it is now!)
I swallow. “I need you.”
His brow furrows, then he coughs out a laugh. “You can have me.”
“Here?”
His answer is to push a button on his seat, and it makes some room for me.
“I thought you’d say no…”
His smile is wicked. “No one’s around to see me doing something illegal.”
“If I haven’t already told you, I love the way you think.”
Ignoring his dirty chuckle, I half-twist at the waist then reach for his fly. Making it easier for myself, I pull down the zipper then settle in for the ride.
I’ve been working up saliva in my mouth ever since my last words to him, so I’m prepared when I pop out the tip.
I suck just the head in, drenching it in spit, enjoying his, “Oh, shit, Tee.”
One hand settles in my hair, and my hips wriggle of their own volition as I ignore the growing ache in my core.
“Your mouth is like sin, baby. What you fucking do to me.” He groans as I drag more of him out from between the tines of the zipper using only my mouth. “Always so messy for me. You make me feel like fucking fire.”
As soon as half of him’s free, I get him nice and wet. Then I let him loose and blow cold air along his length. While he’s distracted, his ass clenching at the chill, I glance at the cuffs on his belt, grin, then sneak them off and cuff both my hands together.
“Look, Cody, no hands.”
“Ohh, wondered when you’d play with those. You should have said you wanted me to restrain you, baby. I’d have you bound to your headboard for a month.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
His eyes gleam. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”
My lips curve, but I get back to my saliva management protocol, only in reverse.
As I lean over, I let it go, enjoying when it makes a mess of his pants.
“The joy of black pants,” he says wryly, not seeming to care what I’m doing. Not even a smidgen of shame or embarrassment leaking into his words. “You going to suck on my cock, sweet girl? Want my cum down the back of your throat?”
“You know I like feeling you explode for me,” I reason, lowering myself to his lap again.
That hand returns to my hair, but this time it’s tighter. A hard grip. Nails digging into my scalp as I suck him in deep with one smooth motion. When I feel the base of his cock against my lips, I hum.
“Jesus!” he growls. “Your fucking mouth, Tee. You’ve no goddamn idea what I want to do to you when you take me like this. I want to fuck you. I want to keep my cock in there all day while I feast on your pussy?—”
His hips buck, shoving him down my throat an extra inch. I close my eyes, letting him work some of the edge away. The feel of the cold metal against my wrists, biting into me, is a sharp contrast to the molten heat between my legs.
“Goddammit, you get me so hot, baby. Only you. This mouth of yours drives me crazy. Never know what you’re going to say or do with it and I fucking love that. But the way you—” My name is a curse on his lips when I sing one of my ditties. His hips don’t just buck, they pump upward.
I’m both annoyed at how in control he is of the vehicle and relieved too.
(Still make it my mission to get a reaction out of him.)
I swallow around him once, twice in quick succession. Then I hum again before returning to my ditty.
Swirling my tongue around the tip of him, I suck and tease and nip the edge before dipping into his slit to sample his pre-cum.
I hum, take the glans into my mouth, treat it to the same vibrations, then I suck him down.
All the way.
“Sweet—” He parks the car at the side of the road once he’s back in my throat. With the engine still running, he cups my head with both hands and fucks my face.
I carry on tormenting him, loving how he uses me, loving that I broke his control, loving that this filthy-talking man is silent.
The throb of the engine is my victory song.
When he comes, he pulls halfway out just to lace my tongue with his seed.
“Swallow every fucking drop I give you,” he grinds out. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I keep my eyes on him as I do as he asks, then smirk when he retreats even more and some lands on my cheeks and lips. “You look fucking gorgeous like that, Tee.”
I swipe some on my finger, then drag it down my chest into an ‘x’ shape. “X marks the spot.”
His nostrils flare. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move for at least an hour.”
“Now that’s a promise I insist you keep, officer,” I purr. “The question is… can you wait until we make it to the lake?”