Chapter 32 Reverie #4
“I think you’ll need both hands,” I retort quietly, reaching into the opening in his boxers and wrapping my fingers around his swollen cock.
A sharp hiss releases between his teeth as I pull him out, veins protruding beneath his soft skin while a drop of pre-cum slides down the reddened tip.
I’ve never found male anatomy to be attractive, but Dread’s… God, he’s fucking incredible, and it never fails to both make my mouth water and send a hint of trepidation swirling in my stomach.
“Rev,” he growls, twitching when I pump him gently, with not nearly enough pressure to satisfy him.
“I’m going to bend down and suck your cock, Kellan, and I’m going to play with my pussy while I do. I expect you to keep both hands on the wheel. Got it?”
He inhales through his nose while biting his bottom lip, glaring at the road while he struggles to maintain his concentration.
“I got it, baby,” he rasps after a beat.
I grin, my voice both seductive and devilish as I whisper in his ear, “Good dog.”
He tightens his lips into a firm line, a humming sound vibrating his throat that suggests he’s going to get me back for that later as his left hand joins the other on the wheel, gripping the leather until it creaks.
I’ve already descended, ducking under his arms, enveloping the tip of his cock in my mouth and circling my tongue around it.
“Fuck,” he hisses between his teeth. He readjusts his grip, already struggling to listen to my directions.
He thinks it’s difficult now—not to grab my hair and guide my head up and down like he wants—but soon, he just might need to glue them to the wheel.
He lets out a moan as I slowly work his length deeper, wetting him thoroughly until slobber seeps out the sides of my mouth and trails down to his balls.
When he’s nice and slippery, I swallow him, stuffing as much of his length down my throat as I can.
He moans loudly, the sound raspy and so fucking erotic, I retreat for a quick breath before repeating the action just so I can hear it again.
He doesn’t disappoint, though this time, he whispers, “Fuck.”
My lashes flutter and my clit throbs painfully, as if it’s screaming at me to touch it. I can’t get enough of him, and soon, I’m choking him down over and over.
“Fuck, yeah, Rev,” he growls, rolling his hips up. “You can fit more, keep going—there you go, baby. Ah, fuck yes, that’s it. Fuck, that’s such a good girl.” Steady moans entwine with his breathy encouragements, each sound shooting straight to my core.
He brakes, the car coming to a stuttered halt, though neither of us care when he’s desperately pumping his hips to get himself deeper.
His position doesn’t allow me to take every inch of him, but part of me is grateful for that. He’s too much, and an ache is already forming in my jaw from his girth. Still, I try, sinking lower and lower until I gag, prompting him to growl deep in his chest.
He hits the gas again and turns a corner, though the car wavers.
I slip my hand down to my panties and shift the drenched material to the side, slowly sliding my fingers up and down my slit, moaning around him as I do.
Dread tenses beneath me, his thighs tightening and the breath in his body suspending. If he didn’t see me reach between my legs, the vulgar wet noises emitting from my pussy would certainly give me away. Truthfully, even with my mouth full, it’s hard not to laugh.
Until he whimpers, the sound so goddamn sexy, my inner walls contract, needing to be filled.
“Fuck, Rev, let me take care of that for you,” he groans.
I ignore him for now, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him harder while circling my middle finger over my clit.
My eyes flutter, and my thighs tense with pleasure, a whimper of my own greeting the tip of his cock as it slides down my throat again.
“Fuck, yes, tha— Baby!” His voice goes from breathless to a rough growl in a matter of milliseconds. “Lower your hips from the window right fucking now, or I will crash this goddamn car directly into the asshole lucky enough to see your pussy.”
I retreat instantly and tilt my head to the side, unable to contain my laughter this time.
Dread’s windows are tinted to the legal maximum amount in Colorado, but if a car stops right beside us at a stoplight, they’ll have little trouble seeing everything.
I lower my hips out of view—mainly because I don’t want anyone seeing me like that, either, but also because I have no intention of stopping, car crash or not.
His answering hum is contemplative and sinister.
“You think it’s funny? You better keep that energy when you’re riding the dildo while I fuck your ass,” he threatens, an edge of darkness to his tone while I wrap my mouth around him again.
“Let’s see if you’ll still be laughing when my cock is stuffing both of your little holes. ”
My stomach flips with a healthy amount of trepidation, but my clit pulsates from the thought, prompting me to rub it harder. It only makes me more aware of how painfully empty I am.
I moan around him as I quickly swallow his length, only to hollow my cheeks and firmly hold my tongue against him as I slowly drag my head up.
The leather steering wheel squeals in his grip again, and he lets out a shuddering breath as he hits the brakes to make another turn, though it’s not nearly as smooth as it usually is.
“Rev, let me touch you,” he growls, his tone guttural with desire.
I want him to so badly, but I shake my head, denying us both just a little longer. The moment I let him off his leash, I’m going to struggle to focus even more than I already am.
My brow furrows as I circle my clit more firmly while bobbing my head up and down, twisting it back and forth as I do.
My throat vibrates from the bliss radiating between my legs as I rub myself faster.
With little effort, I bring myself to the edge, my arousal soaking my fingers and trailing down the back of my hand.
Sucking his dick shouldn’t turn me on this much—it’s never been the case with any other man—yet I’m dripping wet and trembling from the need to come.
Normally, I’d edge myself and wait for him, but I know allowing myself to come will drive him more insane, so I let go, careening right over the edge.
My eyes roll, and I let out a sharp squeal around his length, euphoria exploding from my pussy.
My hips involuntarily hump the air as it rolls through me while he lets out a string of curses and practically whips the car as he turns, the tires squealing.
It sounds like we’re driving on a gravel road, the crunch loud beneath the tires as the car lightly jostles us, but I’m too busy drooling and gasping around his dick to care.
I’m just coming down from the orgasm when he stops the car and reaches around my body to slam the gear shift into park.
“You’re done,” he snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wrenching me back.
I let out a distressed whine, but he’s already kicking open his door and sliding out.
Dazed and confused, I manage one, tear-filled blink before he’s ripping open the passenger side door and grabbing my hips.
He roughly jerks me toward him, wrenching a surprised yelp from my throat as he drags me back until my knees hit the edge of the seat, my bare ass nearly hanging out of the side of the car.
“Dread, wait!” I gasp, frantically glancing around to see where the fuck we even are.
It’s a small parking lot surrounded entirely by deep woods with a few other cars littered around. I’m confused until I catch sight of a sign that reads Hollow Hiking Trails.
Jesus fucking Christ, he took us to a public park.
Luckily, he at least tucked us into the back corner.
The entrance to the trail is directly facing the driver’s side door, giving me a perfect view of it through his window, while the entrance to the lot faces the front of the car, allowing me another clear view through the windshield.
No one is at our back, but it’s still way too out in the open.
“Someone could see us!” I say breathlessly, attempting to crawl forward so I can sit my ass down.
He holds tight to my hips, preventing me from moving an inch.
“Then you better stay quiet,” he bites out, not sounding the least bit concerned.
He glides the blunt tip of his dick along my seam, a silent warning.
Meanwhile, I open my mouth to argue again, but he’s already pushing inside me, impatience embedded in every pump of his hips.
A sharp inhale tramples over whatever words were on my tongue, and my jaw practically unhinges from the burn as he stretches me.
“Oooh, f-fuck,” I stutter through a moan.
I hold on to the middle console with one hand while the other tightly clutches the seat, the leather creaking beneath my nails digging into it.
“Kellan,” I warn tightly, my voice wobbling. I frantically swing my gaze between the two windows to confirm no one is there. “We can’t do this here.”
He ignores me. A low, guttural groan emits from the base of his throat while he fits into me in rough little thrusts.
Just as I release another moan, he withdraws to the tip, only to slam the rest of the way inside me.
I jerk forward, forced to grab the shoulder of his seat to catch myself while the tail end of my moan turns into a high-pitched squeal.
Holy fuck, I do not possess even half as much vagina required to comfortably fit his length inside me. Yet, he demands it of me anyway, slowly drawing out before slamming into me again, wrenching another cry from my throat.
All my brain power concentrates on pulling in air. I’m so goddamn full, and he’s taking up vital space for my lungs to properly inflate.
“That wasn’t very quiet, darling,” he purrs mockingly.
“Fuck you,” I gasp out, aiming a glare over my shoulder. Not that he can see my face very well anyway, with his head towering far over the top of the car.