Page 92 of Off the Rim
He walks up to me and presses his body against mine where I'm leaned against the car hood. His lips brush against mine. "What are you doing here?" he asks between slow, sensual kisses that have my pants tightening more than they already were. He smells like shea butter body wash and spicy deodorant. I want to eat him up in every conceivable way.
"I thought your renewed contract deserved a little celebration, and since you have a break for the next few days, I'm taking you away."
"Away?"
I nod and bend down to kiss him some more, pulling him in closer. You'd think after all these years I wouldn't be as affected by him, but I swear every kiss, every touch, is better than the last. I'm just as obsessed as I was when we were fifteen and I went to bed dreaming of getting that very first kiss.
"And you thought standing in the parking lot outside my place of work, dressed like that, would be the best way to entice me?"
"Yes. But what do you mean by dressed like that?"
"All slutty, with your sleeves rolled up. You know what that does to me." He runs a finger down my throat. "And how many buttons do you have undone here? Three?"
"Just trying to please my man," I rasp, groaning when his tongue and lips follow the trail his fingers just made. "You need to quit before I start humping your leg in front of everyone."
He hums appreciatively, covertly running his hand up my inner thigh, brushing along the hard ridge of my rapidly lengthening cock. "What time do we need to be on whatever plane or boat or other wild transportation you have planned for us?"
"Forty-five minutes," I say, a slight whine in my voice. "Taking the jet."
"Good. Get in the car and get your cock out. I'm going to edge you until you cry for giving me a boner in front of my team—again. And when we get in the air, I'm going to fuck you so hard the pilot will have to adjust for turbulence."
"Yeah... The way you smell, the plug in my ass, and the way your cock is tenting those shorts, pretty much guarantees I'm going to blow my load the moment you so much as breathe on my cock."
"Hmmm." Marcus licks his lips. "I suppose I do owe you one for this morning."
He was so worried this morning over what he wanted to do about his contract with the Hornets, I felt like he needed some stress relief. Some deep throat action and a little prostate massage with a vibrator had him spilling down my throat in almost record time. I say almost because I currently hold the record for the quickest cum shot, and considering how hard and sensitive I'm feeling right now, I'm ready to go for gold.
"Car," he says gruffly, pushing me towards the driver's seat.
I scramble to obey, undoing my pants and letting my cock free before the door slams shut. Marcus' hand dives between my legs, pushing past my cock and balls. I lift my hips and spread my thighs as wide as I can to give him better access, throwing my head back with a gasp when he finds the base of the plug with his fingers. He plays with it, turning, pushing, and pulling it just enough to give me a moment's reprieve before letting it get sucked back inside me.
"Marc—"
"How long have you been wearing this, Princess?"
"About an hour," I say with a groan.
"Such a big one, too."
"Not as big as you," I rasp, sucking in a deep breath, his scent filling my lungs. "God, Marc, please."
"Thank fuck for dark tinted windows," he says, diving into my lap and taking my cock into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue rubs on the sensitive notch on the underside of my cockhead, and my hips jerk up, forcing more of me into his perfect mouth. He moans appreciatively and takes me deep, bobbing up and down my shaft only a few times before I can't hold back any longer. I let out a long, low moan as I erupt into his mouth, and he sucks me like he's drinking a thick milkshake through a thin straw.
"Fuck me!" I shout, my legs shaking as pleasure continues to rocket through my body.
"If there was any more room in this ridiculous car, I'd at least fuck your face right now." My vision clears enough to see he's pumping his cock, hard and fast. "Come over here," he says, leaning back against the passenger side door and turning his body towards me. "I need somewhere to put this, or you'll need to get the car detailed again."
It's a little awkward to fold my six-foot-ten frame across the center console, but I'll be damned if I'm about to miss out on getting my lips around him and drinking him down. The moment I'm close enough to reach, Marcus threads his fingers into my hair and grips a handful at the back of my head, pushing my head down as he juts his hips up. Relaxing my jaw and my throat, I let him take control, pumping into me as best he can in the small space. He takes longer than I did, lasting a few minutes before flooding my throat with his load. I swallow most of it, reserving the last spurt to roll around in my mouth, savoring it before lifting my head and pressing my lips to his. He opens, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, feeding him his own release. Moaning, he laps it up, kissing me back greedily.
"Let's go before I get all worked up again. I really don't want to get fired before my last season because I get caught bending you over the hood of the car in the parking lot."
"Wait. Last season?"
Marcus nods. "I decided to take the coaching job. After this season, I'll take over for Burke at CVU."
My heart swells. We've been discussing the potential of moving back to our hometown or possibly buying a house in the mountains close to where we went to college. Marcus has been going back and forth about retiring ever since Coach Burke called him to discuss his own retirement. With the way Marcushelped the team as a college player, then seeing him in action as a guest coach at CVU's basketball camp and during multiple visits to the school, there was no one Burke wanted more to fill his spot.
