Page 35 of Bloom and Burn
“Fuck, yes, Ryan. Let me hear you. Shit, this is so hot.” Jack reaches for my cock and starts pumping it, while his other hand alternates between my two nipples. “Let your voice out. I want anyone nearby to hear how good I make you feel.”
Fuuuck. I’m quite vanilla. Or I thought I was. But the idea of some random person coming across us fucking in Jack’s car is making this ten times better. Who would’ve thought that doing it in public would be a turn on for me? This will need extensive and regular testing in the future. For scientific purposes.
“Yeesss. Jack, fuck. More, harder. Make me come.”
He presses his front into my back and starts kissing my neck. The slight change in the angle drives his dick even deeper, making me see stars. Little explosions go off along the length of my spine, shooting pleasure to my balls. I push my face into the seat and scream, no longer able to take it. My toes curl as my orgasm hits me, violent and intense. I spill on the luxurious interior, pushing against Jack as he continues to ram inside me.
“Fuck, Ryan. Fuuuuck,” he keens, hugging me even closer.
His movements become chaotic, less measured. He drives into me with abandon, chanting my name as his climax takes hold over him. I relax my ass and just enjoy the sensation of his hot cum, loving how it makes me feel even fuller. He collapses on top of me once he stops trembling and we just stay like that for a while, neither of us in a hurry to get dressed or clean up the mess we’d undoubtfully made.
“This is nice,” he whispers, pecking my shoulder blade. “Before you, I’ve never… I’d usually leave right after we had sex and never see the other person again.”
“Ah.” I roll over, which unfortunately causes his dick to slip out of me, but I take the loss as we settle into a comfy sideways hug. “Someone’s showing off he’s a playboy.”
He laughs and grasps a loose lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Not really. I didn’t have time to beone. I guess I should’ve specified that my sex encounters were very few and far in-between.”
I smile. It makes sense what with him being a genius and a self-made billionaire. “We better change that.”
He slaps my hip playfully. “Agreed. But are you sure you are offering just out of the kindness of your heart?”
I mock-gasp. “Of course! Why would you think otherwise? Obviously I am suggesting this because I am worried you might not be getting enough dick. It has absolutely nothing to do with me being horny for you 24/7.”
We kiss. It happens slowly and deliberately, like we just can’t help it. His mouth meets mine in a gentle caress that starts off innocently, but the moment I can catch a taste of myself, things get heated. He doesn’t fight it though—he welcomes my tongue, opening for me and letting me explore him until I’m content.
“I think we should probably clean up and get dressed.”
I throw a glance at the wet spot we’ve masterfully managed to avoid despite our intimate hug. “I think I agree.”
He chuckles and sits up. “Dessert after that?”
I blink at him, trying to stop a grin from materializing. I fail spectacularly. “Dessert sounds awesome.”
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Ryan
ThesundaeIhaveat Bo’s tastes a hundred times better in Jack’s company. Once we’ve had our desserts—his is a cheesecake slice—he drives me home. It’s already dark by the time we arrive, so we spend a few extra minutes making out before he leaves. I wait outside and watch him until his car disappears around the corner, then head inside with my heart still madly fluttering in my chest.
I can’t believe this. I really like him. I didn’t expect things to go in this direction when he entered my flower shop on that fateful day, but they did, and it’s the best feeling ever because he seems to be in the same boat.
“Was that Jack Keller?” Mom’s icy voice shatters my giddiness the moment I enter the hallway.
She’s standing by the shoe rack with her arms crossed and her face scrunched into a scowl. Dad is right next to her. Ugh, what the fuck? Were they spying on us? Well, shit.
“Ryan, were you with him all evening? What were you two doing?” she asks in a demanding tone when I just stand there.
Well, mother dear, we fucked, what else? Not that I can tell her that or she might get a heart attack. Sleeping with the enemy and all that jazz. The more worrying thing is perhaps the fact that she and dad must have been waitingfor me, and likely spying out the window. I don’t know what to think ofthat.
Frustration flares inside me at the blatant way in which they invaded my privacy. The lights were off in the house too, meaning they didn’t want me to know they were still up.
“We went on a date,” I state, kind of looking for a fight. But I had a great day, and she has no right to ruin it like this.
Narrowing her eyes even further, she makes a disappointed noise. “Ryan, sweetie, why would you go on a date with that man?”
“Jack is a nice guy, and I wanted to.” Not to mention he has a giant dick. My ass is still sore from earlier.
“You shouldn’t hang out with him,” she chides like I am a petulant child that needs scolding. “He’s not a good person.”
