Page 116 of The One I Hate
He laughs and throws his head back. “I’m going to lose, aren’t I?”
“Damn right you are, Dada. You’re up.”
“Youhustledme.”
I laugh as I lean over the console and kiss Simon on the cheek as he drives us back to Rolling Hills. “In my defense, I didn’t hustle you. You assumed.”
“Still…” His pout makes me simultaneously laugh and feel bad. “Now I’m going to have to be Dada. Or worse…Dad. How boring is that?”
“Maybe you can come up with your own name?”
“Maybe…”
“Is there anything I can do to ease the pain?”
I say that as I start to kiss and nibble along his neck, right under his ear. He shivers as my warm breath graces his skin.
“Bug…”
“What?” I say as I undo my seatbelt. “I’m just trying to make you feel better.”
My hand starts rubbing across his growing cock, which is getting harder with every kiss I leave behind.
“I know you are…and it feels too good, and we have twenty minutes before we get home so I’m going to need you to…”
“What?” I ask, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper.
“Charlie…”
“I think this will make you forget all about it…”
I don’t know what’s coming over me right now, but between this night, my raging hormones, and wanting Simon to not be sad, the only thing I want to do right now is give this man a blow job.
And not just any blow job: road head.
A thing I didn’t realize was on my sexual bucket list.
“Fuck, Charlie…” he pushes back his seat slightly as I reposition myself, careful not to let everyone driving on Route 65 see my ass in the air.
I lick around his thick cock before I take him all, moving up and down as my hand works in tandem.
“Dammit, Bug, you feel too good…”
I don’t reply; I just double down my efforts. I can feel the air hitting the top of my thighs and ass. I know if anyone were to drive by right now they’d be getting a show.
Ask me if I care.
My jaw is starting to ache, but I push through, not wanting to stop for one second. I lick around his tip before slowly taking him all in, my lips hitting his base. It makes him buck into me, and I swear he’s hitting the back of my throat.
And holy shit is that a turn on I was not expecting.
“That’s my girl…you can take it…”
I feel Simon veering to the side of the highway and slowing down before eventually stopping so he can pump into me. I don’t stop. I keep going. Harder. Faster. Needing more than anything right now to have this man finish in my mouth.
And he does. With a guttural scream as he wraps my hair in his fist, the man comes in my mouth to the point where I don’t know if it’s ever going to stop.
And I take it all.
