Page 54 of Playing With Fire
Hudson
Grab the baby monitor and come to the cul-de-sac. I can’tstay long.
Shannon
On my way.
Three minutes later, there’s a knock on my driver’s side door which is facing a natural area of trees and not a house.
Shannon’s got her baby monitor in one hand and a nondescript box in the other.
As soon as I open the door, she climbs inside and I pull her to the back of the truck, pressing her into the wall of boxes stacked to the side.
I lean into her, unable to keep my body from hers.
“Hi.” Her voice is husky as she gives me a sly smile.
“Hi,” I return with nothing but gravel.
Shannon’s hands find my chest immediately, her fingers sure and greedy. All of her trembling and fumbling from yesterday, gone. The fingers on one hand fan out across my pec and her other hand slides lower, killing me slowly.
“I’ve been dying to touch you all morning,” she says, her eyes not meeting mine.
“You can touch me however you want.”Please, I think to myself.
She wraps the hand from my chest around the back of my neck and pulls my face to hers. Her tongue isn’t shy. It sweeps along my lips before tangling with my own. Our wet tongues slide across one another easily, hungrily. Desperation for each other’s touch is in the air all around us, driving us forward with a powerful need. Our hands are everywhere. She wants inside my uniform andfuck, I want to let her go there.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her eyes fixated at the front of the truck where a small camera sits.
“Does that thing record inside the truck?” she asks.
“No, it’s external for crashes and is triggered by harsh breaking, swerving, or a collision. The newer trucks have both, though. So, let’s hope they let me keep this one for a while.” Suddenly, she opens the box she brought and pulls out a small pillow. She drops it on my dirty floor and lands on top of it on her knees. Seeing her knees hit my dirty truck floor, I remind her that she doesn’t have to suck my cock every time we’re together. I just like hanging out with her whether or not her mouth is on me.
She stills her movements and looks up at me. “I know. With you, I don’t feel like Ihaveto do anything…butwantto? Yeah, Hudson, I want to do a lot of things to you.”
I’m rendered speechless as she goes to work unbuckling my belt and popping the button on my pants. In another motion, she’s got my zipper down and is tugging at my pants and boxers, preparing to set me free. Once my pants are past my erection, Shannon pauses at the tattoo on my thigh, outlining it with her lips and tongue. Before I can stop myself, my hand is in her hair.
It’s a far cry from her mouth being where I need it, but just the sensation of that warm, wet mouth trailing over my skin has the tip of my cock weeping for her as goosebumps break out across my flesh.
She pulls back to examine my cock as it bobs in front of her face, pleading for her to put it in her mouth, and I swear I almost come just from her looking at it. “This is what I thought about every time I came in your bed this morning,” she says with complete honesty. And then her mouth is on me and I have to throw my free arm over the nearest stack of boxes to steady myself as I pray like my life fucking depends on it that I don’t jerk my hips forward and hurt her.
But goddamn does her mouth feel good.
I’m learning a lot about myself in these moments. Thehesitancy only sticks around until you reach a certain point. Once you cross that line of infidelity, it’s crossed. It doesn’t matter if it happens once or thirty times, you’re officially a cheater, and the farther down the rabbit hole you go, the less you start to care. The easier the justifications become.
I know one thing for certain: there has never been, and most likely never will be, another sexual act as fucking hot as sneaking around in the back of this truck. Clandestine meetings tucked away in my house, secret texts, the all-encompassing desire to see her, hear her voice, and steal a kiss. It fuels my desire and my passion to unprecedented levels.
So maybe I’m not the man I thought I was, and perhaps I have trouble navigating toward the side of righteousness, but thankfully, Shannon doesn’t seem to mind my morally grey compass.
She hums around my shaft, causing me to pull a hiss through my teeth. Popping off my dick, she quickly dives back in to run her open lips up and down my length before scooting closer to me on her knees and pressing my cock up toward my stomach so she can lick the underside from my balls to my tip.
“Oh, Christ, do that again,” I plead.And again. And again.
Reading my thoughts, she repeats the gesture four more times. As it turns out, Shannon Hartley is no saint either. Not if the way she’s working me over is any indication of her preferences and experience.
Losing all sense of oral sexual etiquette, I use my right hand to push my cock off my stomach and back toward her mouth.
“Please,” I choke out, finally remembering my manners.
