31. Spiraling #3
Now that we were on the highway, I set cruise control and wrapped my arm around her, gently rubbing her back as my body hummed with anticipation. She leaned over me, using both hands to unzip my slacks carefully, then moving my boxers aside to grasp my cock.
My chest heaved from feel of her soft hand while my heart pounded so hard I almost didn’t hear the soft country music in the background.
Not having her earlier today left me so desperate for her that I could hardly contain myself.
The embarrassment from that first night at the pond kept me breathing through the sensations, though.
I wouldn’t come in her hand before I found out what else she might do.
And then her head lowered in front of me.
Was she going to … I couldn’t see what was happening, but then her breath coated my tip.
I sucked in a breath which I immediately forced out when her lips wrapped around the head of my shaft.
My hips jutted and my breaths grew more erratic as her tongue swirled around it.
I grabbed her ass, squeezing it as she treated my cock like the best popsicle she’d ever had.
When she released me with a pop, her head tilted up to meet my eyes. “Don’t forget. Eyes on the road.”
I forced a deep breath, but all the clarity that provided left the moment she circled my tip with her tongue and dove down, taking all of me at once.
With the way she was leaning over my crotch, I realized I wasn’t the only one who could enjoy this.
The hand on her ass tugged up her hem, reaching under to press at the wet spot on her panties.
Her surprise caused a moan that made her take in more of me, sending vibrations through my cock like shockwaves.
I thrust up into her mouth seeking more of her.
Still driving at sixty-five miles per hour, I kept us on the road, but thank fuck there weren’t many cars out here on a weeknight.
My accuracy within the lane was sketchy at best, especially when she slowly slid up me, then drove her mouth down my shaft.
The faster she went, sputtering, moaning as I slipped my finger under her panties, and sometimes even gagging, the closer I came to losing my mind.
My balls drew up as that familiar tingle in my spine told me this was going to happen and soon.
“Damn, Mags,” I muttered, then bit my cheek to try to hold back, not ready for this to end. “I’m getting so fucking close.”
While I thought I had myself under control, the way she moaned as my finger kept circling her clit had me on the edge. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into her throat. And as she came at my touch, she eagerly took me down deeper into her throat. Damn, did she take my cock well.
Every moan of hers reverberated down my shaft until I was panting erratically. With a concentrated effort to bring her to orgasm, she cried out around my cock, her orgasm setting off mine. My eyes shut a few times, but I kept forcing them open again as I came down her throat.
Then, for the part that made me sound like a damn caveman, but made me feel so fucking good was not only when she swallowed me down but also when she licked all around my shaft cleaning me of her extra saliva.
She had me hard again in just those last moments of caring for me and tucking me carefully back into my pants.
“New fragrance?” she asked me, leaning on me as she caught her breath.
“Sort of,” I muttered, wondering how I was still on the road. “Do you like it?”
Her eyes shot to mine. “Don’t ever use anything else.”
Understood.
With a wobbly arm, she pushed herself up, unbuckled, and slid over to the far seat where she drew a tissue and lipstick from her purse. As she pulled the mirror down, she started by checking her hair.
Then her eyes met mine for a second, sparkling until I had to avert mine back to watch the road. “What a gentleman. Not a hair out of place.”
Her laugh eased something that had knotted in my chest when we separated at Heavenly Scents.
But it was when she reapplied her red lipstick that I realized something. “Tell me you didn’t clean off the lipstick on my shaft.” My voice was just a rasp, barely a whisper. I was a needy fucking bastard, but I had to see it. Her mark on me.
Maggie lifted one eyebrow. “Oh, you’ll definitely see lipstick on your cock later. That’s for you to do with as you please.”
I had some ideas of what I’d be doing later, but we were almost at the exit for the restaurant.
She came back to my side, buckled in, and I praised her for making me feel so good.
As my hand went back to her thigh, I stroked her wet panties again, making her shiver.
There was no way in hell that was caused by the air conditioning.
No, that was her desire for me. I just knew it.
There was no way she would have sucked me off on the goddamn highway if she didn’t give a shit about me.
That was something women did when they cared, wasn’t it?
It had to be. Or had she given head to that asshole in Chicago? Damn, if only I knew.