Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica by Maria Isabel Pita Page A

him.
But his bulging pec doesn’t make a very good pillow, and she feels
anything but tired as she caresses his unyielding chest. She savors
how warm and hard he is as her hand moves slowly down to his
crotch. When her fingers gently insinuate themselves like roots
into the firm dark space between his thighs, he doesn’t arrest
their progress. He doesn’t react in any way, which deepens her
hunger for him and makes her bold. As he shifts his grasp on the
wheel to make a turn she quickly unzips his pants.
    ‘I thought we were taking it slow, Carmen.’
    ‘Mm.’
    ‘Can you at least wait until we get there?’
    She unbuckles his belt and opens his jeans.
    ‘This is against the law,’ he says, but doesn’t
stop her from pulling his white underpants down out of her way.
    How much she enjoyed going down on Jay Thursday
night has, she realizes now, left her starved for more. He had a
very good reason for flying up to Washington, but it doesn’t
matter, she is still angry with him for leaving her, and determined
to prove that his dick isn’t the only one that can taste good.
    Will lifts his arm from around her to grip the
wheel with both hands.
    She cradles his limp penis in her hand. Waves of
light and dark wash over it, so she can’t really see it clearly,
which makes touching it even more exciting. Her fingertips love the
feel of it, cool on the surface and yet radiating a subtle warmth.
She wraps her fingers around its stiffening length so she can feel
it swelling, and it strikes her then that a man’s personality is
like his dick, tender yet detached, oddly vulnerable and yet firm,
determined. She lightly strokes the top of his helmet with her
thumb, delighted at the way his already impressive rod quivers in
her hand when she does so. His jeans and underpants press against
it, pushing it up against his shirt when she lets go to run a
teasing fingernail up and down it. Then she just gazes at it,
feeling extremely wicked. Last night she sucked a man’s cock, and
now she’s getting ready to blow another man.
    ‘Carmen, we’re not in the gallery anymore,’ he
says hoarsely, ‘it’s not a sculpture.’
    ‘But it’s beautiful.’ She keeps her eyes open as
she gives the sensitive opening in his helmet a tentative little
lick. His scent makes her think of the air before a storm, thick
with ozone, and above it she detects the clean tang of soap like a
sharp flash of lightning. He smells different than Jay, a little
more potent, and she likes it. Yet only the tip of her tongue
flickers over the drop of semen quivering on his helmet, like the
white pearl of his deepening tension. He is so big; she wonders how
she can possibly fit all of him in her mouth.
    She was aware of the car turning, then slowing
down, so it doesn’t surprise her when it comes to a stop.
    He turns off the lights, but leaves the engine
and the air conditioner running. ‘Come on,’ he says, grabbing the
hair at the back of her head, ‘you’ve teased me enough.’ Holding
himself with his left hand he pushes his helmet between her lips,
forcing them open as part of her suddenly has second thoughts and
resists. She plants the one hand not crushed against him on his
rock-hard thigh to try and sit up, but he isn’t having it. She has
no choice but to swallow him. His dick is thicker than Jay’s, and
she hears a small bone in her jaw crack as she opens her mouth as
wide as she can to accommodate it. She moans, and slaps his thigh
to warn him that she can’t possibly swallow all of him, but he
simply puts both his large hands on her head and keeps pushing her
face down into his lap. She can’t fight him, there is nothing she
can do now to stop him, and the certainty of this mysteriously
relaxes her. A wild, out of control part of her wanted this to
happen, and now she either gets into it, or chokes on it.
    He groans, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she
concentrates on relaxing and opening her throat for him. She
couldn’t stop thinking about