under my body and went down on him with as much enthusiasm as the first time. He jerked at my first touch and my head banged against the edge of the steering wheel. But then he settled, letting me suck down toward the base of his cock, and I began slowly to torment him. I licked and sucked from his balls right up to the hot tip of his shaft, shining in the dark. I could taste the drops leaking out, feel the ripple of excitement inside its sheath. I wondered how long this rock-hard dick had been aching for this, and how the hell Seve had managed to concentrate on his driving with this in his jeans, clamoring to get out.
His free hand clutched at my hair, pushing my head up and down. Damn, but he liked it. Pleasure was bubbling deep in his groin, I could feel it in his pulse. The hairs around his cock tickled my nose, and the soft furring at the tops of his thighs brushed my chin. I could feel his balls tightening and his cock throbbing on my tongue. He’d come soon. I opened my throat to take it all in.
“No!”
Like the first night, just as his climax was beating a path to escape, he tugged at my head, trying to pull me away. Tonight, though, I wasn’t going to take it like that. Perhaps I was getting bored with the whole submissive thing. I growled in my throat, tightening my lips on his cock. I resisted him.
“Max!” He faltered, maybe nervous that if he pulled too hard, my teeth would scrape a deep and angry passage all the way up that very, very sensitive flesh. I continued my sucking because I wanted to taste him. I really wanted to.
“Fuck it, wait….”
I could feel him struggling with the need to climax, the rising ecstasy. He tried to slap my head away, but I caught his hand and gripped him by the wrist. I pressed his arm back against the window so he was trapped on both sides. And still I savored him. “You want me to fight you?” I murmured into the soft skin around his dick, dragging it up over his slit then peeling it back down with my lips. “Is that what you want?”
“You have to stop….” But his hips bucked up into me regardless.
“I don’t have to do anything just because you say so. I want to swallow it, Seve.” I rolled my tongue around the rim of the head, my voice muffled by my mouthful but the words as clear as I could make them. “I want to swallow you.”
When I glanced up, he looked shocked. “That’s not what hap—oh fuck!”
I spat more saliva out to ease the way and I tightened my mouth. His cock jerked. It was reaching for my throat, I could feel it. I remembered someone telling me once I gave really good head. “No one ever did this for you, Seve? No one ever tasted you? Swallowed you?”
His silence was enough answer. Damned if I won’t enjoy being your first. And then he gasped and the flood came. His hips crushed me up against the steering column, his fingers dug into my scalp, and he keened his essence out into my mouth, pumping again and again, hot and sharp tasting and richly thick.
Shit, but I also remembered how good come tasted!
Chapter Ten
FOR the next few moments, things were awkward. Seve lay back on his seat, gasping for breath, the aftershocks still shuddering through him. I licked at his softening cock for a while, and then I levered myself back over onto my seat. I wiped my mouth carefully and teased out a thin hair stuck on my lower lip. I relaxed back as well, aware of the pressure of my own hard-on. Neither of us spoke. The only sound was our panting and the thrum of rain on the car. The air felt tense, as if it were shrinking in on itself.
Something had changed in the balance of things. Perhaps because I’d snatched control from him at the last minute? Perhaps because I’d done something for him no one else ever had? No, I was kidding myself. More likely it was because I’d pissed him off. I was meant to be the bottom in all this—to do what I was allowed, what I was told. Wasn’t that how it’d been so far? But now we were stuck out
His free hand clutched at my hair, pushing my head up and down. Damn, but he liked it. Pleasure was bubbling deep in his groin, I could feel it in his pulse. The hairs around his cock tickled my nose, and the soft furring at the tops of his thighs brushed my chin. I could feel his balls tightening and his cock throbbing on my tongue. He’d come soon. I opened my throat to take it all in.
“No!”
Like the first night, just as his climax was beating a path to escape, he tugged at my head, trying to pull me away. Tonight, though, I wasn’t going to take it like that. Perhaps I was getting bored with the whole submissive thing. I growled in my throat, tightening my lips on his cock. I resisted him.
“Max!” He faltered, maybe nervous that if he pulled too hard, my teeth would scrape a deep and angry passage all the way up that very, very sensitive flesh. I continued my sucking because I wanted to taste him. I really wanted to.
“Fuck it, wait….”
I could feel him struggling with the need to climax, the rising ecstasy. He tried to slap my head away, but I caught his hand and gripped him by the wrist. I pressed his arm back against the window so he was trapped on both sides. And still I savored him. “You want me to fight you?” I murmured into the soft skin around his dick, dragging it up over his slit then peeling it back down with my lips. “Is that what you want?”
“You have to stop….” But his hips bucked up into me regardless.
“I don’t have to do anything just because you say so. I want to swallow it, Seve.” I rolled my tongue around the rim of the head, my voice muffled by my mouthful but the words as clear as I could make them. “I want to swallow you.”
When I glanced up, he looked shocked. “That’s not what hap—oh fuck!”
I spat more saliva out to ease the way and I tightened my mouth. His cock jerked. It was reaching for my throat, I could feel it. I remembered someone telling me once I gave really good head. “No one ever did this for you, Seve? No one ever tasted you? Swallowed you?”
His silence was enough answer. Damned if I won’t enjoy being your first. And then he gasped and the flood came. His hips crushed me up against the steering column, his fingers dug into my scalp, and he keened his essence out into my mouth, pumping again and again, hot and sharp tasting and richly thick.
Shit, but I also remembered how good come tasted!
Chapter Ten
FOR the next few moments, things were awkward. Seve lay back on his seat, gasping for breath, the aftershocks still shuddering through him. I licked at his softening cock for a while, and then I levered myself back over onto my seat. I wiped my mouth carefully and teased out a thin hair stuck on my lower lip. I relaxed back as well, aware of the pressure of my own hard-on. Neither of us spoke. The only sound was our panting and the thrum of rain on the car. The air felt tense, as if it were shrinking in on itself.
Something had changed in the balance of things. Perhaps because I’d snatched control from him at the last minute? Perhaps because I’d done something for him no one else ever had? No, I was kidding myself. More likely it was because I’d pissed him off. I was meant to be the bottom in all this—to do what I was allowed, what I was told. Wasn’t that how it’d been so far? But now we were stuck out
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