Chapter 21 #3
I’m entirely transfixed as I circle the rim of her dripping entrance with the buzzing piece, over and over, until she urgently pitches her hips. “Danny.”
I dip it in her channel, just to soak it, and she clings to me.
“Pull harder, baby.” I trail the vibrator back up to circle her clit widely. “Make me feel how much you want it. Make me feel how I’m your man.”
“Fucking hell.” She gathers my hair up in a fist and pulls so hard I can barely keep my neck from snapping back. I strain against her while my cock strains so violently against my pants that it hurts. I circle tighter and tighter around her clit, and she’s shaking against me.
But before I buzz over that little swollen bud, she slaps a hand over mine on her pussy. I halt and meet her wild eyes.
“I think I can take over from here,” she says, voice thick. She plucks the vibrator from between my fingers and turns it off. “But I need your help in another way.”
I briefly narrow my eyes in question, but then she’s pushing me back into my seat with both hands on my chest and attacking my jeans button and zipper.
I assist her in wrenching them down enough for her to ease me out of my boxer briefs, and I gasp at her touch, my cock swelling even more in her hand.
I snatch at her arms to drag her on top of me, but she shakes her head. “Lay back, Maestro.”
Oh fuck.
She smooths her thumb up the side of my shaft and gently over the head where pre-cum has already gathered. I buck as if branded.
“So responsive,” she teases, circling her thumb into the tiny slit and causing me to clutch at the handle on the ceiling. Holding my eyes, she wets her lips thoroughly with her tongue and pops her bottom lip through her teeth.
“Christina?” I’m the one trembling now.
She throws me her secret smile before roughly fisting the base of my cock and bending completely over the center console for a long lick up the side.
“Motherfucker!”
She glances up at me through those long lashes, fully smiling now, and licks again up the sensitive underside. My eyes roll back in my head at the unbearable drag of sensation, but I quickly force myself to keep watching her.
“You wanna feel how you’re my man, huh?” she asks against me, her voice vibrating through my whole body.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this—”
She cuts me off by wrapping her lips around the head—Jesus Christ—and swirling her tongue in circles before flicking it across the top slit.
I may be having an episode. I swear to god my vision is darkening in the corners.
She tilts her head up toward me again. “I’ve never done this before.”
I’m gripping the ceiling handle so hard, I fear I’ll rip it off. She’s so goddamn beautiful looking up at me from my lap. My cock twitching right by those immaculate features is an image I know I’ll be jerking off to for the rest of my life.
She smirks. “But I think it’s going to be a tremendous help.”
And with that, she clicks her vibrator back on, slips it into her panties, and plunges my cock deep in her mouth.
We both groan loudly, hers muffled by the thickness she’s sucking on. And I’m powerless to do anything but wind my fingers into her hair and hold on tight.
She eases off only to delve back down, again and again, and I may be cursing and groaning but I barely know where I am.
I can only feel her hair wound through my fingers and her soft, wet mouth activating pleasure so intense that I’m clenching every muscle in my body.
She exhibits zero hesitation, but there is something raw and eager in her inexperience.
It’s burning me the fuck alive.
She starts to lose her steadiness and begins mewling around me as she works that vibrator, clearly getting closer to achieving her goal.
When she lightly scrapes her teeth against me, I accidentally buck into her, my restraint crumbling under the pressure building in my balls and against my ears. She moans loudly around me and releases her grip on my dick to sink her fingernails into my leg instead.
“Is that you asking me to fuck your pretty mouth?”
She nods as best she can with my cock still buried deep, and the buzzing from her panties changes to a quicker rhythm. Jesus fucking Christ.
I grip her hair harder to keep her head still as I slowly ease up into her, carefully testing the limits of what she can take. I hit the back of her goddamn throat, and she whimpers around me. I pull back and test it again, marking my parameter, and that’s when she comes.
My world detonates.
I fuck her mouth through her orgasm, and she spasms and whines and digs those nails harder into my thigh. The sight of her coming with my cock in her mouth transports my own cliff to just a few pumps away.
“Where do I come?” I pant desperately. “Do I come in your mouth?”
She nods on a whimper again, and that’s the end.
I spill into her, trying to keep from thrusting too hard or deep, but I’m unraveling.
Everything I am is unraveling into her. She audibly swallows every drop I give her, and the draining pressure and cutting pleasure is nothing compared to her acceptance of me.
How she’s making me part of herself. How I’m marking her from the inside out.
When I finally slump back against the seat and release her hair, she clicks off the vibrator, slips off of me, and straightens.
I can only numbly shake my head at her satisfied little smirk.
“You’re very helpful,” she says, still a bit breathless.
“There’s a lot more help where that came from, sweetheart.”
She grins sweetly now. “Then let’s get home.”
Even the hour drive back isn’t long enough for me to process what it means for Christina to reference my house as home.