Chapter 38
In the sudden darkness I feel him fumbling over me a moment, then hot, warm lips close around my ball sac. I gasp in delight as Paul’s tongue traces wicked patterns around and under my nuts. “God,” I sigh, bucking beneath him. My hands work my cock, massaging the rod of velvety steel as he noses up the length. He kisses my knuckles, licks his tongue between my fingers, wets my dry cock with his spit. By the time he reaches the swollen head, I’m ready to come.
His mouth closes over the tip of my dick and he suckles it a moment before letting go. “Please,” I sob. I want him, needhim. Please
Straddling my hips, he leans over and rummages through the discarded menus and empty soda cans littering the floor of the back seat. My eyes have adjusted to the night again and I can see him above me, his white T-shirt a stark contrast with the darkness around us. After a moment’s search, he leans over farther, scrambling for something on the floor. “Paul…” I start.
He snags a plastic bag and extracts it from the trash. “Here we go.” Setting the bag on my abdomen, he digs inside for an unopened box of condoms and a small bottle of lubricating jelly. “I stopped by the store on my way over,” he explains, tearing into the box of condoms. “Just in case things went this far.”
“Hoping you’d get lucky?” I joke.
He laughs, the rich, sexy sound filling the car. “Damn straight.”
My dick juts up in front of him like temptation, and every move he makes rubs his own hard cock alongside mine. The next time it comes close, I open my hands and catch it between them, pressing his member to mine. We move together for a few minutes, thrusting against each other, seeking release. But Paul has other plans, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to cap off the evening inside him.
He swats at my hands, forcing me to release my own cock, so I latch onto his instead. As I knead his length, he opens a condom and rolls it onto me. At the base of my shaft, he takes a moment to toy with my balls, rolling them in his palm like a pair of lucky dice. Desire shoots through me as his fingers play across my nuts. The only noises coming from me now are low, lusty moans deep in the back of my throat, primal grunts of delight. I couldn’t form his name if I wanted to. I want him too bad.
A liberal drizzle of lube coats my cock, and I feel him rub it along the condom and down into my pubic curls. Then cool hands slip under my shirt, over my belly, up my chest to pluck the hard nubs of my nipples. I writhe under Paul as he sits up, positioning himself. He leans close over me to whisper in my ear, “Open me.”
The invitation in his voice thrills me. Releasing his dick, my hands smooth over his hips to cup his ass. I grab fistfuls of meaty flesh and knead it between my fingers like dough as I work my way in to the center of his being. One hand finds the crack between his buttocks; the other follows it down to his puckered hole. His whole body twitches when I finger his anus and he shivers in my arms, hunkering down closer to me. His mouth covers mine as I work one finger into him. When I get two in, I feel the weeping head of his dick slip up under my shirt to rub across my stomach.
Unable to contain myself much longer, I hold him open with one hand and guide my cock to his ass with the other. He rocks back onto me, grunting above me as I thrust into him. I kiss away the discomfort flickering across his face. He sits back, inch by inch, taking all of me in. The moment my cock fills him completely, he comes in a hot rush, his warm jism sticking my shirt to my skin.
“Oh, God,” he moans as he sits, hands twisting my tits as he fucks me. He doesn’t move up and down so much as in a sideways circle, grinding himself onto my cock like a corkscrew, crushing my balls beneath his ass. I hold onto his hips and throw my head back as he fucks my hard dick, the muscles in his ass pinching and squeezing my length, his movements bringing me toward release. “Oh, yes. Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.”
Sensation floods every fiber of my being. As his ass works my cock, his fingers tweak my nips, and I lean back to stare out at what night I can see beyond the steamed window, the endless stars above. We find a fast rhythm as we move together, furious in our need, our lust. He comes a second time, jerking his seed out onto my chest, and my own orgasm bursts through me to fill him.