Page 70 of Out of Sight

“Oh?” Claire asked. “Does my hand here bother you?”

I sensed a trick question and decided the wise choice of action was to remain quiet. I reached for my (Claire-pee-free) water bottle and took a big gulp.

“And here I thought you liked it when I touched you. I guess you don’t want a hand job then.”

I choked on my water.

“What, you only want it when we’re on the run?” she asked, and I remembered that offhand comment I made to her as we left Mt. Hood Estates before we realized Antonio was hiding in the trunk all those months ago.

“I thought you didn’t think there was enough privacy on a public road in the middle of the day?” I asked, but just the thought was making my heart beat faster. Her hand kept on caressing my leg, inching up higher.

“We’re in a moving truck, Will. No one can see way up inside the cab from their cars.”

“Very good point there, Claire. If you’re up for it…”

“Well, someone here certainly is feeling up to it.” She unbuckled her own seat belt and scooted closer, running her fingertips over my dick which was hardening for her by the second. “He’s always so happy to see me. Why is that?”

“Do you expect anything else? You’re the most gorgeous, sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and you have the most beautiful warm, tight embrace he’s ever felt. Of course he’s happy you’re giving him attention. Big Ol’ Magnum William gets excited just to be in the same room as you.”

I hissed as she maneuvered my seat belt to unbutton my jeans and lower the zipper. She was really going to do this. I glanced around for good measure, but she was right: no one else could see what was going on.

I was straining against my boxer briefs. She shifted me into the open, my cock standing at attention and desperately ready for whatever she wanted to do. I trembled as the AC’s cool air hit my sensitive flesh.

I gasped, tightening my grip on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead as she palmed me, teasing her fingertips along the head. My eyes rolled back when she finally wrapped her fingers around me and I fought to keep my eyes on the road.

This was a terrible idea.

The open space of the truck gave Claire a lot of room to maneuver and she took full advantage. While one hand continued stroking me, she slid her body even closer, ducking under my arm as she nestled herself against my side, rubbing my chest and nibbling on my earlobe. I kept my eyes on the road, but took my right hand off the wheel to wrap an arm aroundher. She always felt so right, curves settling perfectly against my body.

She stroked me from tip to base and back again while I stroked a hand down her back to grab her ass.

“Oh, honey,” I groaned. “You keep that up much longer and I’m going to fucking crash.”

She giggled but didn’t stop, moving her lips down to my jawline and her second hand up to my neck.

“Then I’ll be quick so you can focus on driving straight.” I moaned again when she sucked hard on my neck, hand moving faster and gripping just a bit tighter. “Come on, baby. It’ll be fun. How fast can you come for me?”

Her sweet, breathy little voice contrasted with her experienced fingers as they reached lower to cup my balls for just a moment before sliding back up to pump me harder. I was breathing hard, gripping the steering wheel like my life depended on it and probably going a full ten miles under the speed limit as I struggled to stay in control. My right hand squeezed that beautiful ass harder, kneading it and wishing she didn’t choose reasonable jeans for moving day. What I wouldn’t give to slip my fingers under one of her pretty, flowing skirts and into her panties to feel her while she touched me.

“It’s just not fair, Claire. I want to touch you. Ineedto touch you, honey.”

She hummed against my neck. “I get it, Will, I do. I want you to touch me, too, feel how much I love making you hot, making you come.”

Her hand moved even faster, matching my breathing. Her cute little ponytail was in my face as she kissed across my chest,all those gorgeous curls smelling like the sweetest flowers from her shampoo. I let go of her ass to grab hold of her hair, bringing the soft strands to my face, feeling them slide through the day-old stubble on my cheeks.

Then mother of mercy, she put her hand over mine, tightening my grip on her hair, and slid down my body to envelop my cock with her mouth.

This was the best idea ever.

I groaned deep and loud, jerking the wheel as she sucked the head of my cock. She lifted her head back up, fiery eyes meeting mine.

“If we die in a car crash and they find our bodies with your dick in my mouth I’ll kill you all over again,” she warned. Then she put her mouth back on my cock and kissed me top to bottom, cupping and squeezing my balls.

I wound her ponytail around my fingers as she bobbed her head up and down, taking all she could into her mouth and moving a hand up to stroke what she couldn’t. I was getting close. I yanked her ponytail up to give her a quick kiss, then guided her back down to my dick again, Big Ol’ Magnum William already missing her love and affection.

She must have felt my urgency in the kiss because she sped up, sucking hard and moving faster and faster until I knew I had to tell her, “I’m going to come, honey. Oh, god, I’m coming!”

She kept going, sucking and moaning as I shot into her mouth in several thick spurts, groaning and gasping and grunting.

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