Chapter 20 #2
So maybe I’m not the man I thought I was, and perhaps I have trouble navigating toward the side of righteousness, but thankfully, Shannon doesn’t seem to mind my morally grey compass.
She hums around my shaft, causing me to pull a hiss through my teeth. Popping off my dick, she quickly dives back in to run her open lips up and down my length before scooting closer to me on her knees and pressing my cock up toward my stomach so she can lick the underside from my balls to my tip.
“Oh, Christ, do that again,” I plead. And again. And again.
Reading my thoughts, she repeats the gesture four more times. As it turns out, Shannon Hartley is no saint either. Not if the way she’s working me over is any indication of her preferences and experience.
Losing all sense of oral sexual etiquette, I use my right hand to push my cock off my stomach and back toward her mouth.
“Please,” I choke out, finally remembering my manners.
She swallows my tip and I feel her tongue lap up the precum pouring from me. Humming her approval causes my balls to draw up tightly.
She pulls me in deeper and I can’t hold back my groan. Completely lost to the sensations of her mouth, I’m about to embarrass myself with how fast this is going to end. I only manage to make it another thirty seconds before I give her the warning.
“Baby, I’m close.”
I feel her hands clamp down on the backs of my thighs as she pistons her mouth back and forth on my cock, holding me to her.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Shannon, I’m—” Going to drown you.
I can’t help the way my hips thrust forward as I spill my release into the warm heaven of her mouth. My orgasm goes on for eternity. Rope after rope of cum shoots from me. With this much volume, you’d think I hadn’t gotten off in a year.
When my world stops spinning a minute later, I look down surprised to see Shannon’s ponytail wrapped around my hand, her tongue slowly lapping at my softening cock. Not sure when I gripped her like that, I use it to tilt her head back so she looks at me.
“You are fucking incredible. Thank you.”
I help her stand up right as my radio crackles to life.
“Truck forty-eight, safety check. Truck has been stationary for twelve minutes.”
“Shit. I forgot to clock out for lunch,” I answer, reaching over the boxes to grab for my radio.
“Hey, Lisa, sorry, all good here. On my lunch break. I forgot to clock out.”
“Hey, Hud, no problem. I’ll correct the timecard. Start time?”
“Twelve-fifteen.”
“Not a problem. Can you switch to channel four?” she asks.
“Switching now,” I confirm before clicking the button to switch to get off the company’s main dispatch channel. Channel four is by no means private, but dispatch can see how many radios are on it and it’s used for driver-specific communications.
“GPS says you’re in that bougie neighborhood. Just make sure they don’t complain about you eating there. You know how uppity they can be about that shit.”
My eyes swing to Shannon, ready to apologize, but she just cocks an eyebrow and shrugs a shoulder, as if she’s agreeing.
“Yeah, will do.”
“You want to grab a beer after work?” Lisa asks.
Our dispatch team works in the building where our trucks are kept so everyone knows each other. Lisa’s always been friendly, not just to me, but to all the drivers…but Shannon doesn’t know that, and her eyes narrow with possessiveness when Lisa asks the question.
Unsure how to answer, I just go with the truth. “Actually, I’m having dinner with my sister tonight, but maybe another time.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Sounds good. See ya, Hud.”
“Bye, Lisa.”
I hang the radio back up and turn to Shannon who’s wearing a coy smile and an arched brow.
“Maybe another time?” she says, mocking me.
She doesn’t look pissed…just…amused?
“What should I have said instead?” I ask, leaning back on one of the bigger boxes, crossing my ankles in front of me.
She shrugs like she doesn’t have a care in the world. “That you’re seeing someone.”
A bark of laughter rips through me. “Ha! So I could be hounded about it when Lisa runs her mouth to Angelo or Scott, or any of the other drivers? And what about the company barbeque? Do I just keep lying about why my girlfriend never attends?”
“Do you remember when I said I’m good at following through?” she asks, taking a step closer to me.
“Mmhmm,” I hum in acknowledgement as her tongue lands on my neck.
She brings her mouth to my ear. “The hardest part is making up my mind. But once it’s made,” she grabs my hand and puts it on her thigh before sliding it upward underneath the hem of her dress and annunciating each word, “I. Follow. Through.”
My fingers are at the edge of her panties when she whispers against my mouth, “I can’t wait for people to know you’re mine.
” Her statement of possession has my cock perking back up and a dirty, depraved, and extremely dangerous idea comes to mind.
“Tell me,” Shannon says immediately. “The look in your eyes says you just thought of something wicked.”
Licking my lips, I grab her thigh and place her booted foot on the middle shelf to my left.
I toe off one my own boots and push my pants and boxers back down so I can step out of my pants with one leg.
With my left hand, I give my cock a couple hard strokes until I’m ready to go again, while the fingers of my right hand tease her slit.
Her eyes go wide.
“Hudson, I’m not on birth control.”
“I’m just feeling particularly dirty and possessive. Do you trust me?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I torture us slowly by grabbing my shaft and dragging the head of my cock through the folds of her pussy.
She rolls her hips in need, trying to get me inside her despite her recent warning.
I tease her clit with it, precum causing me to slide across her skin easily.
Back and forth until we’re both panting and grinding into each other.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” This is a rare occasion where I want to come first. Afraid she’ll spill as soon as I do, I pull away from her and keep stroking myself to climax.
“Hudson, what are you—”
“Watch,” I cut her off.
I breathe heavily as my release shoots onto her skin. We watch, mesmerized as gravity causes it to begin sliding toward her opening.
I quickly scoop some of it onto my fingers and start massaging her clit. “It’s your turn to get off, and I wanted to mark you,” I admit, picking up speed. “Wanted to use my cum to get you there even if I can’t spill inside you yet.”
She whimpers and grips the shelf her leg is on to keep her balance.
Her other hand grips my uniform top as she looks down and watches me rub her.
Her noises make me lose my mind and before I realize what I’m doing, I step closer to her, sinking my cum-coated index and middle fingers back into her glorious, wet heat.
She doesn’t try to stop me. Instead, she whines, “God, yes. More.”
I pick up my pace, practically lifting her off the floor with every thrust inside her until she finally lets go and falls apart on my hand.
It kills me to pull away from her, but we’re lucky we haven’t been caught yet.
I kiss her forehead and pack her pillow back up in her box once we’ve both righted ourselves.
“I hate to go, but I have to get back to work.” There’s an uncomfortable lump in my throat.
“This is where it gets really hard, Shan. Tonight, another man is going to climb in your bed and I have to be okay with that. He’s going to kiss you hello and I’m afraid your resolve will waver once he’s back in your orbit.
” I’m not trying to give her a guilt trip, I’m just trying to be honest and that includes giving her my vulnerability.
She grips my waist and tugs me to her. “Really good at following through, remember?”
I give her a smile filled with confidence I don’t feel, and nod. I hope you’re right.
When I try to hand her the box with the pillow, she says, “Keep it. Maybe we’ll get to use it again. The box was a decoy, anyway. If anyone asked, I was coming down here to return a package that had been delivered by mistake.”
“I don’t make mistakes.”
“You sure about that?” she asks, looking out the windshield for any sign of nosy neighbors before exiting the truck.
“You’re a lot of things, Shannon,” I tell her, climbing into the driver’s seat. “A miracle, a blessing, a temptation, but you’re not a mistake. No matter how this ends, you’re not a mistake.”
She nods and presses her lips to mine one more time before descending the two stairs and heading back toward her house.