He pushes his ass off the seat, using his feet in the floorboard and his back against the seat to hold his weight. He undoes his torn jeans and slides them down to his knees, pulling his cock through the hole of his black boxers.
“Holy shit,” I mumble, eyeing the long, pinkish shaft and swollen head completing his package. He slides his hand up and down himself, causing it to grow harder. My cheeks warm with the way my body ignites with arousal, shadowing any thought that giving head in an alleyway might be wrong. In fact… it’s hot. I mean, we could be caught at any second.
“Come here, Charlie,” he whispers huskily.
My breathing spikes with his words, my mouth watering to taste him. My legs tighten to try and smother the pulsing vibrating in my core. I slide across the seat, getting closer to him, my thighs sticking to the leather seat from the heat.
“That’a girl,” he mutters, slipping his hand into the back of my hair. I slide my finger up his length; it’s silky and veiny beneath the pad of my finger. I’ve never touched a penis before. There’s something about touching it that has my body warming and my panties wet. I hover my face over the tip of his dick, preparing myself. I’m so turned on I might just give in and have sex with him.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Charlie.” He anchors his hand on the back of my neck and plows my face into his crotch. I have no choice but to open my mouth and take him whole.
My tongue thrashes against the bottom of his cock, taking in the taste of musk and salt. It’s not bad, though. In fact, I like it. I tilt my head to the side and slide my tongue along the ridge of the head, my eyes peering up at Chasen. His head is resting against the back glass of the truck, looking down at me with a haze of pleasure fogging his eyes. I sheath my teeth with my lips, not wanting to nip him, and take the top of his head into my mouth, sucking it in with force.
“Suck me harder,” he whispers, thrusting his hips upward. I hold him at the base of his length and perch my lips over the head of his cock. I suck as hard as I can, taking him to the back of my throat. I bob my head slowly, not rushing the experience. He hisses between his teeth, pushing my head down every time I come upward.
“Just like that,” he moans, clenching his hands into my hair painfully. My jaw begins to ache, and my gag reflex starts to quiver with the urge to puke as he continues to fuck my mouth. You’d think I would hate this, that I would plead for him to stop. But to see him so undone, at my complete mercy just by something as simple as my mouth… it’s empowering. I love it.
Drool escapes the sides of my mouth and my sex pulses with tingling waves. I hear Chasen moan, and his head hit the truck’s back window from falling backwards. He suddenly tenses, stilling my head in place. His body trembles beneath me and warm, salty fluid spills into the back of my throat. Loud, guttural groans fill the cab of the truck with his release as he stiffens beneath me. He untangles his fingers from my hair, letting me up. As I sit up, I notice a big, wet circle soaking his boxers around his cock from my spit.
“Fuck, Charlie,” he pants. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and notice how sore it is. I work my aching jaw back and forth as I eye him.
“Good?” My voice is muffled with lust.
He lifts his head off the back of the glass and exhales loudly.
“I have never come in a girl’s mouth before. Like ever. So, yeah, it was good.” He chuckles, sweat slipping off his forehead.
“Really?” I question, shocked.
“Yeah. They always complain their mouth is hurting and stop, or they bite the shit out of me,” he replies. “You’re something else, you know that?” A smile creeps across my face and my cheeks warm. I’m not sure how to respond.
He pulls up his pants, zipping his fly, and my eyes widen. That’s it? He’s not even going to touch me? At first I didn’t want him to, but after just experiencing him come in my mouth, how lost he was in what I was doing, my body demands to be explored.
I slide back over to my side of the seat and situate myself, my body aching with the need to be unraveled.
“So, what are you going to do about not getting the job?” he asks, starting the truck. My high plummets. I forgot all about not getting the job. Shit.
“I’m not sure. I can’t seem to find anything, and we need the money badly.” I shake my head, completely at a loss for what Jayden and I are going to do. The air conditioning blasts against my face, causing me to sigh with relief.
Pulling up to my apartment, Chasen turns the truck off. I almost whine from the loss of cool air.
I look at him, curious if he wants to come up. Please, come up with me, touch me, grab me, kiss me. God, my inner vixen sounds pathetic.
He leans over, and my body weeps with gratitude that he’s finally going to touch me. Just as I’m about to plow myself into him, he thrusts a handful of cash between us.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask angrily, my body instantly losing its lustful state.