Page 78 of Braving the Storm
“You want to learn something, darlin’?” My voice dips low.
Briar nods, eyes bouncing all over me from her end of the bench seat.
“Well, how about you show me your wrist.”
“Here.” She breathes, a little shakily, but slides back the sleeve of my goddamn jacket to reveal that band of leather sits neatly in place. Just where it should always be.
“Good girl.” Yeah, she damn well loves those couple of words judging by that heavy swallow and the way her chest rises and falls faster.
“Out here?” Her teeth sink into the curve of her lower lip.
“Right out here, darlin’. That cuff is on, and goddamn, I need you wrapped around my dick.”
Her eyes dart around, as if there’s even the slightest chance another soul might see us. Meanwhile, something pounds a heavy beat quietly through the speakers, forming a background soundtrack to this moment, but I couldn’t even tell you what song isplaying because all I can hear is my own blood rushing and hurtling around my body.
“You want to be full of my cock?” Inside my jeans, I’m lengthening and thickening at the thought of how this is gonna go.
“Please.” She shifts and turns toward me.
“Then give me those pretty lips, you’re gonna put that perfect little mouth to use. I wanna feel you suck me down while I enjoy using your throat.” I shift my hand from her thigh, to hook the front of her jacket and tug, or more accurately demand, she shifts closer, to lead her in my direction.
Briar sucks in a sharp breath, hearing my rough-coated words and feeling the weight of my command.
“How…”
“Slide on over here and take me out.”
My perfect girl pauses, sheds the jacket first, then does exactly as I ask, a little hesitantly, but there’s no mistaking the spark of curiosity and lust in her dark eyes.
“That’s it.” I encourage her as she nestles at my side and reaches for my waistband. Adjusting my hips allows her nimble fingers to make quick work of my belt buckle, button, and fly, and Jesus, I’m insanely hard and already leaking. All the ways I want to have this girl in my truck are downright depraved, but hell, she looks like a goddamn dream perched beside me on this worn old bench seat.
“Don’t crash.” Briar sneaks me a flirty little glance as her tiny fist reaches out to push the waistband of my briefs down, allowing my cock to spring free.
With one hand, I slide my fingers into her silky hair, tightening my grip as I keep my eyes on the road. Hearing her gasp and let out a small moan, well, I’m already damn near feral as it is, and that just unleashed something even more wild.
“Ask nicely, baby, and I might even let you have a taste of us both afterward,” I growl.
She hums and lets me guide her head down, bracing herself over my lap, and fucking hell. One fist wraps around my length,and her fingers dig into my thigh, and I have to fight to stay focused on not losing control of this truck as her perfect fucking mouth closes around my leaking tip.
“Christ, darlin’...” My fingers thread a firmer hold in her hair, but I let her take it at her own pace. This is the first time she’s giving road head, and who knows, it might even be the first time she’s properly sucking dick.
“Keep that throat nice and relaxed for me, imagine it’s your wet little cunt I’m pushing into. Think about how much you love feeling me stretch you and slide deeper each time you drop down.”
The whimpering noises she’s making with her lips wrapped around my length send shudders right through me. My balls are already tingling, tightening with each heated, plush slide of her mouth, coating me in saliva.
“So fucking perfect, sucking me like you were made for this. Is that all you were made for? To take my cock anytime I want? Maybe I’ll just play with you like this, keep you in my lap like my dirty little secret while you choke on me.”
Briar’s grip tightens on my leg, and she makes a desperate noise, humming and slurping, getting messier the more I talk her through it.
“Fffuckkk. Give me that pretty little tongue. Let me feel you swallow all of me.” As she continues to bob up and down, adjusting and sinking deeper, lapping and hollowing her cheeks around me, I feel her spit start to trickle down my length, and her tongue running along my shaft is like a trip into the heavens. She starts moaning softly as my cock swells to fill more and more of her hot little mouth.
A series of sweet little noises that tell me just how turned on my girl is right now. God, I bet she’s absolutely dripping.
As much as it’s tempting to see this through to the point where I fill her throat and spill right here right now, with my balls already drawing tight in anticipation of unloading and coating her tongue with my cum, I’m feral for the feeling of having her squeezing and coming all over my dick again.
I steer us off the roadside into a shingled pull-over area, beyond giving a fuck if there’s a tiny chance of someone driving past this remote part of the mountain. It’s unlikely as shit that anyone would be venturing around here at this time of evening, and there’s no way I’m waiting until we get back to the cabin for this.
Briar pops off with a wet, sloppy noise as she feels the truck stop with a jolt, a glazed expression lingers in her lust-blown eyes as she looks around, a little confused. I pinch her chin, dragging her to my mouth, and devour every horny noise drifting past those swollen lips, every hint of the taste ofmelingering on her tongue.
