Chapter Twenty-One
He rolls his eyes, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. “How many wiener jokes are you going to make on this trip anyway? So far, it’s been an hour of you bragging about you stroking your wiener.”
“Well, we’ve got roughly about two and a half more hours left, sooo…”
He grumbles. “Knew I should have booted your ass out as we went over the Penobscot Narrows Bridge.”
He says that, but he’s the one that invited me to tag along with him today.
An offer which I gladly accepted. It’s probably the closest thing we’ll ever have to a date—whether that’s just because Gordy doesn’t date, or because of time constraints, I’m not certain.
Gordy’s officially been back from rehab for about a month and a half now, and I feel like we meet like ships in the night, what with the girls’ split activities, work, and all.
Add to that, he occasionally will still get too overwhelmed with, I don’t know what, maybe the flow we’ve created, and he seeks a night or two to just crash at his own place.
I’m just excited we have a whole day together, and aside from his mild grumbliness, which honestly is on par for him, he seems to be in good spirits.
“Now, now, Croot. Let’s keep those murderous thoughts to ourselves.
” I snicker, scratching behind Twinkie’s disproportionately too-large-for-his-head ears.
I reach over and turn down the heat a little.
“Wiener was starting to get a little too hot. I think it was bothering him. Hah, get it? Hot and—”
“Yes… Gannett. I fuckin’ get it.”
God, don’t I like getting under his skin. I dunno about Twink, but I know I’m getting hot and bothered, for sure.
“Got any pre-tattoo jitters?”
He offers me a droll look. “The top half of my body is covered in ‘em, and you think I’ve got jitters?”
“Where are you getting the new one? Your buttcheek? And what are you gonna get?”
“I’m tossing around a couple of ideas of what to get, and I’m not letting your nephew tattoo my asscheek.”
“That’s right. That spot is just for me, isn’t it?” I smirk. “Only I get to tattoo it… with my teeth.”
“Gannett,” he growls.
“I like it when my name rolls out of you like that. All snarly and shit.”
“Of course you do. You’re a fuckin’ brat.” He side-eyes me, a slight tilt at the corner of his lips.
Determined to live up to my title, I grab his free hand, bringing his fingers up to my mouth. I suck his index finger in between my lips, flicking and lapping at it with my tongue. “Mmmph,” I moan. “Sure wish this was your dick instead…”
He groans, readjusting himself in the driver’s seat. “Fuck off, Gannett,” he hisses, but noticeably, he doesn’t tug his hand away, so I keep slurping. Licking it from knuckle to tip, I do my best to pretend this is his cock I’m performing my ministrations on.
“You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?” he asks me, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. “You know, you’re not going to get any cum out of my finger, right?”
“I know.”
“You want it though, don’t you?”
I nod, popping off his finger. “You know I do.”
“Then put the dog down and get over this center console.”
I smirk. “You’re going to let me give you road head?”
“No, I’m telling you you’re going to give me road head, and you’re going to give it to me, because you’re just that fuckin’ needy.”
Say no more.
I unbuckle, get Twink settled in the back, and get up on my knees in the seat.
Spying nothing but open road ahead of us, I unbutton his pants.
He lifts his hips so I can slide those and his underwear down to his thighs.
“Good lordy, Gordy, you have such a nice lookin’ cock,” I muse, watching it bob in front of me.
His uncircumcised dick really is a marvel. Docking? That’s a fuckin’ blast, lemme tell you what. Like, legit… explosive. But, alas, that’s not doable in the cab of his truck while he’s trying to drive.
“Quit staring at it and get to work,” he snarks.
“You’ll tell me if there’s another car around?”
“Depends. Not going to yank you off if I’m about to blow.”
“Ugh, no. Mine. Better down my throat than coating your upholstery.”
“Gannett,” he hisses, “will you quit stalling and just suck my fuckin’ dick already?”
“Mhm! On it!” With that, I fold myself over the console and get to work.
I pull back on his foreskin, then start by toying around his tip with my tongue while I wait for my mouth to start watering.
Before long, a bead of pre-cum surges from the slit, and I lap it up before engulfing him as far as I can in my mouth.
Gordy moans, his hips hitching up. “God yes, that fuckin’ mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not spouting off all your unfiltered thoughts…”
I smirk with my mouth full. I don’t let his grouchiness fool me. He likes all my unfiltered thoughts too. He just happens to like this more. The couple more times he’s had me down on my knees, training me to be his personal cocksucker, I’ve been carefully cataloging what makes him unravel.
And man, when he comes undone, it’s the best fuckin’ reward for a lesson well-learned. I love watching his walls come tumbling down—for me.
Above my head, I can hear his grip cracking the leather on the steering wheel as I bob up and down his length.
My spit slides down his dick, so I use that to lubricate my hand as I jerk up the rest of him, whatever my mouth can’t quite reach yet.
Potholes in the road occasionally force him further back than I’m ready for, causing me to gag slightly each time we hit a bump.
Which is often, considering how well the state of Maine cares for its roads.
“Love the sound of you choking on my dick,” Gordy murmurs, his free hand fisting in my hair. “Fuck, you’re doing so good…”
Suddenly, I can feel the truck slowing. I’m about to pop off to see what’s going on, but he forces my head down, my face practically planted in his lap. He’s buried in my throat, clear to the hilt. The tip of his dick nudges my tonsils, and I struggle to swallow before I gag.
“Intersection,” he grunts, his fingers pressing into the back of my head. “Stay down. There are other cars here.” I squirm, trying to flatten myself out of sight a little more. I have no idea how much can be seen of me over the dash. “Breathe, Gannett,” he reminds me.
“Mmmph!” I whimper, swallowing hard again before using my nostrils to suck in enough air to inflate my lungs. God, his musk and the faint smell of his bodywash, it makes my mouth water more. Drool spills out the corners of my mouth, wetting the soft, velvet skin of his sack under my right cheek.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises me, easing off the break.
Once we must be through the intersection, he tugs my hair, pulling me off his dick.
I gasp in air, my eyes watering hard. He cups my jaw, swiping at the tears with the pad of his thumb.
“Gannett, you just deep-throated me like a fuckin’ dream.
Just like that. Breathing in through your nose, swallowing around my dick, whining and moaning, and making a complete mess of yourself down there. ”
Okay, well… I feel like I could do that again, so I fold myself back over and give it a few more tries.
Him having his hand on the back of my head, forcing me down, is helping.
I grip his thigh, hoping that’ll give him the wordless confirmation he needs to keep doing it.
He must understand, because he keeps doing it and then raises me another challenge.
He starts lightly pistoning his hips, bucking into my mouth even further. Good lord, I’m eager to keep trying to take him further back, but how much more can I take before he starts bruising my vocal cords. I test it out, whining and whimpering with each thrust into me.
“Is that my little slut’s way of telling me you’re ready for me to give you what you want?”
I grip his thigh in confirmation, and he slides his palm off the back of my head.
I feel him kneading into the nape of my neck, silent encouragement to swallow everything he’s about to give me.
His abs go taut, and with a slew of muttered curses, he shoots into my mouth.
Greedily I drink him down, milking every last drop out of him.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs, his head thumping back against the seat-rest. “It’s unfair how insanely good you’ve gotten at that in such a short amount of time.”
I grin, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand, lapping away any remnants of his release, and settling back in my seat. “For a dumb guy, I guess I’m good at something. Who knew it’d be sucking dick, though? I know I definitely didn’t have that on my bingo card.”
He looks over and fixes me with an unimpressed look. “You’re not dumb, Gannett, so stop thinking like that. The only thing stupid about you is how stupidly handsome you are…”
Ayup, and there goes my heart… melted right into a puddle of goo.
My nephew pulls me aside while one of his co-workers uselessly prattles on to Gordy regarding aftercare instructions.
This isn’t his first rodeo, so I don’t know why the kid is even bothering.
I’m willing to bet that with all the tattoos Gordy already has, he has an industrial-sized bucket of ink-friendly lotion at home.
“Hey, I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Colton says, nervously scanning the area to make sure we’re not overheard.
I instantly tense up. Shit, I’ve been trying to keep things discreet between Gordy and I this entire time, because this—whatever this is—is still too new.
But Colton is observant as fuck. I bet he saw me drooling over my, for lack of a better term, blowie buddy’s shirtless form over there in the chair for the past hour or something.
“Please don’t tell Evan,” I blurt out in haste.
Colton’s brows furrow. “But… I don’t like keeping secrets from Dad.”
“I know that, dude, but like… I don’t know what’s going on between us yet. As in, we’re still just kind of figuring things out at this point. I don’t think he’s anywhere close to putting a label on it...”