Different Sort of Blue (couple, blowjob, facial, cum, couple, public, rimming) by Paul Hellion Page B

before departure already. It drives you wild.
    Wild with agony.
    Of course I dive in to rim your
ass, slicking my lips with the ripples and wrinkles adorning the hole. “Exit
only,” you once joked. You’ve since revised your opinion, the first time I
pressed you down against a wall and teased the entrance of your pussy with my
cock... letting a thumb stray to find your ass and push in with a gentle jab to
greet the penetration.
    My tongue runs circles around your
ass, muffled moans of pleasure vibrating against you, a beating heart of
sensitivity the more I flick my tongue up and down the anal entrance, the more
I curl my tongue around you to taste you all over. The implicit taboo and the
surprise delight you garner from me rimming your ass makes you wetter than
ever. Your hands play with yourself. In one swift motion you go straight to
trap a hard, at-attention nipple between two fingers; languidly, another hand
reaches down to make sure your clit doesn’t lose that ember of heat while I
give my full attention to your asshole.
    And in a minute that same hand
leans over and reaches to my cock, and with the light coat of your juices still
on your palm, you start to jerk me off.
    I'm awake now. My eyes are open and
I look straight at the road. I swallow. I look at you. You seem distracted. I
don't want to ask about it. I don't go back to sleep. I just watch the road,
the road signs, what little I can see of the world around us at this hour
illuminated by that dark blue.
    You're jerking me. I'm kissing your
clit. The rain continues, becoming white noise as it falls against your window
panes. I bring you to the edge of orgasm while I eat you out. You try to cry
something out as you cross that edge and cum. My name, probably, or at least I
wish, cut off at the end of the second syllable.
    You smile while you drive. It's a
personal smile, but I see it, and I smile too. I don't know why you're smiling,
but the beauty of you beaming in happiness like that is enough for me. You
abruptly drive the car off the road, rolling it along the gravel, crunching
sounds under the tires signifying the new path. You park the car right in front
of a tree. Six inches more and you would have smashed into it.
    You look at me. I look at you.
    You say, in a voice slightly higher
pitched than your usual, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to miss you
like fire. I just want one last... intimate moment, right now." Your words
fly out like a confession.
    "Right now?" I reply
dumbly. Of course you mean right now, your challenging look says.
    You nod enthusiastically. You're
already unbuckling your seatbelt. "Let me please you orally one last
time," you invite. The stilted phrasing you use, overly docile and safe,
doesn't even strike me as strange. You tilt your head towards the back seats. I
nod. I unfasten my seatbelt. I stretch over and move to the back. You do the
same.
    We cuddle there for just a few
seconds, generating a communal warmth, while you start unzipping my pants,
pulling down, reaching through my boxers, and finding my cock, ready and
aroused for you. I lean in for a kiss, long and passionate. You stroke me with
your hand, before you edge away, to give yourself space in leaning downward to
start sucking me.
    It's now my turn to moan,
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Your mouth purses over the tip of my cock, and you
descend, airtight, sucking more. Your mouth starts making strokes up and down,
taking me in your mouth, running your tongue out to lick the shaft as you
descend. My hands feel against your sweater, getting under, tight, fondling
your skin wherever my fingers rest.
    You continue sucking, your pace
intensifying, going deeper, taking more of me, and I breathe faster and faster.
I groan, "You'll make me cum if you keep going this fast," an
admission which turns you on more. You want me to cum. You can imagine it now.
You'll suck me until you can feel my cock swell and about to erupt, then you'll
pull away, kissing the tip once, jerking with both