Page 60 of Storm Bound
My perfect Caleb.
He got in the car and went straight for a kiss. My tongue licked the back of his teeth and drank in his flavor before letting him go. Yeah, Dad didn’t know what he was talking about. How could a man this delicious, a man so sweet, be running from anything?
“Hello, handsome,” I said.
“Hello… Master Wade. Happy Valentine’s,” he replied.
It was such a shame we didn’t have time for a quickie before we had to go, otherwise, I’d take him right here, right now.
“Would Master like a blowjob while he’s driving? It can be his V-day present,” he asked, quirking his eyebrow and full of cheek and verve.
“Damn right, I do. You don’t even have to ask,” I said and reversed the car.
Adam got in position and leaned over my crotch. He traced his fingers on my hard dick before he even tried releasing it. The leather was definitely not very forgiving in terms of hiding boners. But it also didn’t subdue sensation, so when he put his mouth around me, it made me shudder.
“We should wear leather more often,” he said, undoing my zipper.
“Oh, don’t you worry. We will,” I said.
He raised his head slightly to offer me his smirk before dipping his head and catching my crown in his mouth.
The wheel almost slipped from my hands, but thankfully I had the mind to tighten my grip before Adam used his tongue to tease my slit. It was still a little light outside, so there wasn’t much hiding what Adam was doing to me.
When we stopped at the traffic light on the way out of town, all I could do was keep my attention on the red light and pray to God that no one looked at the car or at what was happening inside, which was kinda hard considering Adam was a big guy and he couldn’t easily hide, especially when he was on all fours sucking my cock.
I tapped my foot waiting for the green light, and when it finally lit up, I stepped on the gas before we could be spotted.
Once we were on the highway, the coast was clearer, so I was less concerned.
Adam used his tongue to lick me all the way from my balls to my slit and back. I rested one hand on the back of his head. His hair was hard from the hair dye he’d used, but I still gripped a few strands and guided him over my length. And like the subservient little boy he was, he took me all in.
“That’s right, witch boy,” I growled, pressing him harder on me. “Choke. Choke on my dick.”
And he did. But he still didn’t tap out. We’d already established safe words and safe gestures, so I knew I wasn’t hurting him. My little witch liked choking on my dick until there were tears in his eyes.
I gripped the hair and pulled him up. He coughed and looked up at me. His face was red as were the whites of his eyes.
“Choke me again, Master,” he begged.
I pushed him back down on me and watched his whole body squirm trying to breathe.
He tapped my knee. I let him go, and he took deep, successive breaths and led himself back down to me.
We kept it up for as long as I could last and as long as he could keep going, and then he turned back to sucking me off, using his tongue to squeeze every drop of precum out of me and his fingers to stroke me all the way down until my foreskin was tight and red. And even then he kept going, clawing the orgasm out of me one pull at a time, one rub at a time until I was spilling in his mouth in a flurry of moans and gasps.
Adam tucked me away and sat back on his seat, finally putting on his seatbelt. He licked his lips savoring my taste and boy, did I love watching him do so.
That first night, during the storm, we fucked without thought or concern about STDs, but the day after, we’d had the talk and eventually took the tests that meant we could go condom-free. And both Adam and I had enjoyed every moment since.
He watched me and touched himself, but he didn’t say anything.
The further out from Cedarwood Beach we were and the closer to New Harlow we got, the busier the streets became.
Couples weren’t messing around this weekend. I also imagined that the live concert was pulling a crowd into town, so it was going to be busy as all hell.
Thankfully we’d left with plenty of time to spare. So when we came to a standstill, I could turn to my boy without worrying about making it on time.
Adam was still rubbing his crotch and watching me with tight, hungry eyes.
