Page 69 of Honey Pot

She flicked the button free as she unbuckled her seatbelt and rose to her knees, leaning over the console it was hard not to notice the way her full breasts spilled from the flimsy tank top. I was so warm I could feel the sweat pooling between my shoulder blades just from the sight of her.

“That’s dangerous, Plum,” I warned.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up earlier?” She scrunched her nose up at me, and even the demand sounded sweet as she sunk lower. Her fingers made easy work to free my shaft from my jeans. It sprung free from the fabric of my boxers against my stomach and I huffed heartily knowing what was coming.

“Clem,” I warned in a low tone. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine as they broke from the road for a split second, her tongue darting out over that bottom lip that I lovedso much.

“Always so ready for me, aren’t you?” She brushed the top of my leaking cock with her thumb.

I hated the way my body reacted to her teasing, it ached under the sound of her voice and the whisper of her touch. I fought my hardest to keep my hips in the driver’s seat and my focus on the road as she leaned down and captured me between her lips.

A strangled moan dripped from me as she sunk over and the tip of my throbbing cock craved her touch. She took it without complaint and rocked herself into a slow, tortuous rhythm with her tongue pressed flat against me.

She looked fucking undone and messy as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down my shaft, the deeper I went the more unwound I became. I was losing my grip on the steering wheel and let one hand fall to tangle in her hair roughly as my head brushed against her throat.

“Shit Clem.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I lifted off the gas as her teeth raked against my cock to the top before she dropped back down. Her cheeks hollowed out around me and the pressure was building too fast for me to even warn her before I came.

With my fingers curled into her hair, gently helping her motions as she sucked harder, spit pooling from her full, red lips. She took the full length of my erection I came hard, into the back of her mouth as she fought to keep herself balanced in the moving car.

I groaned, the sound vibrating through me as I pulled to a stop sign and fought to catch my breath and clear my vision. Ripples of pleasure shot through my muscles making my thighs tremble as my cock pumped out the warm liquid onto her ready tongue.

Spit dripped from her lips as she cleaned my shaft with her tongue and rocked back on her heels, shifting in the seat without a word but with a proud smile plastered on her pretty, flushed face. She buckled herself back up and kept her eyes straight forward with her bottom lip between her teeth as I adjusted myself back into my pants and pulled from the stop sign.

“Now take me on my date, Loverboy.” She turned her head, resting it against the seat with the prettiest smile I had ever seen on her swollen lips. The urge tofuck her in the front seat of my car just to remind her who was in charge was unbridled and coursed through me like electricity.

“You're a fucking brat, Clementine,” I growled.

“Mmm,” she hummed and used the pad of her thumb to clean the corner of her mouth.

"There’s an Asian horror fest in the city,” I told her after a beat of silence, knowing she wouldn't ask again but was dying to know what the original plan was.

“Really? Luckily you can multi-task now we won't be late,” she giggled, “I can’t remember the last time I watched a good horror movie.”

“You’re the only person who loves them like I do,” I said, “Dean’s too much of a chicken and Arlo pulls them apart like it's a book report. It—”

“Takes the fun out of them.” She finished my sentence. "Bobbi just sexualizes everyone. The newest Halloween?" She said, looking over at me with a small smile.

"Kills?"

"Ends," she corrected. "Bobbi spent the entire movie trying to convince me why Corey would make a good boyfriend based on his— and I quote, 'Feral ability' to protect his girlfriend."

I laughed, "I mean… he knew what he had to do."

"Cael, he killed half her friends." Clementine scowled.

"He also killed that aggressive pervert doctor, and that one mean girl…" I argued just to see her cheeks turn pink.

"Violence isn't a way to show love, Cael." She shook her head and turned in her seat. "He could have just left with her, they could have been happy somewhere else. Away from all that."

I turned to look at her for a second and my smile faded,is that what she wanted? Was she trying to say something to me without out right confessing her feelings.

"That feels like a secret, Plum." I said, my heart clenching in my chest tightly at the memory. I could always tell when she was packing her feelings away, bricking them up with wet cement.

"It's just an observation." She rolled her eyes as shecountered.

“Sure…" I nodded, not believing her for a second. "Well they hold this festival every year, last year I went alone because no one wanted to be around me.” I said, I had gotten way too high and slept on a park bench. Arlo found me three days later on a bender. I didn’t even think I would make it to the next festival. Let alone do it sober and with Clementine in the passenger seat.

That grateful feeling bubbled back up pushing out the thoughts of relapse.I could do this. The city was busier than expected, the streets packed with people partaking in late Halloween festivities. I found a spot about a block from the small theater where the festival was being held and opened the door for Clementine.

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