Cool night air rushed by the tightly closed car windows in a muted roar as we hurtled down the dark highway. The sound combined with the come and go of the white stripes that seperated the lanes to induce a mild form of road hypnosis. Despite the music playing I could feel myself growing more distant and a little punch drunk. The argument back at the restaurant had been a small thing, not enough to stay mad about and definitely not enough to warrant a silence of this magnitude or length. But when I turned to say something, apologize... anything... your eyes were fixed on the road ahead as you guided the car. You didn't even acknowledge me with a flicker of your eyelashes. I felt annoyance well up again despite my determination to smooth things over.
I reached into the floorboard and chose a cd from the case there. When I slid it in you finally looked at me. I smiled more widely and you frowned a bit in confusion because the last time you'd looked me in the face I'd been scowling.
Nine Inch Nails started playing and I undid the seatbelt.
"What are you doing?"
"Making up." I reached over to your side of the car and laid my hand on your leg, curling my fingers into the denim of your jeans.
"Oh." You covered my hand with yours but I slid away, easing up your thigh.
'Closer', the song I cued up, throbbed through the front seat as I slipped over next to you and leaned my head against your neck. "I'm sorry I picked a fight." I let my breath skim over your neck with my words. The slight shiver it caused thrilled me to the core.
"So'm I..."
Your words drifted off as I kissed you softly, a small damp kiss quickly followed by a string of more kisses along the swiftly beating pulse along your throat. I nipped your ear unexpectedly and laved the small hurt with my tongue. I could feel you straining towards me and the car began to slow.
I pulled away.
"Keep driving... Or I'll stop all together."
Your rising excitement was obvious to me, I who was looking for it, hoping for it. I was almost positive I had you interested enough to play, but the relief I felt when the car picked up speed again was proof of my insecurity. If this worked out the way I envisioned you would enjoy the end result.
"I'll go along... for now."
I lifted your hand and put it back on the wheel after placing a kiss in your palm, "To be a safe driver one must use both hands to steer."
"Uh huh." Tolerant amusement colored your voice and I swore to myself to make that go away.
I applied myself with more diligence to achieve the effect I was looking for. I kept my hand in your lap and braced the other one on your chest. I blazed a trail down your neck with my mouth again, this time stopping occasionally to press my teeth against your skin. I felt like I had a feast at my fingertips and intended to take full advantage of it.
Luckily you'd worn a button up this evening and I had pretty much free rein to whatever I could reach. I popped open the buttons and pushed the cotton to the side so my hand could slip inside, against your chest. I dragged my fingernails along the skin that covered your ribs lightly, delicately. That prompted an outbreak of goosebumps that I has to kiss away. Warm lips sought out the curve of your collarbone, as the hand in your lap wandered across your zipper.
I outlined the shape of your cock as it lay peacefully behind the denim. With just a bit of feathered pressure I could feel the change as you grew and hardened. This was a change. I was so used to giving over the power when we made love that this was an exhilirating experience. Usually I enjoyed being controlled during sex and you knew that... but this was different.
Biting my lip in concentration I managed to open the zipper and wiggle my fingers inside the opening. Your hips shifted forward to allow me easier access. I sighed appreciatively and wriggled around so that I could stroke the satiny hardness in the growing tent in the front of your boxers. You belly was tense as I licked around your navel and tugged on the soft hairs there with my teeth. I could smell you, the aroma of clean man warmed by arousal.
I brought my other hand down so I could free you from your underwear. With a deft shift of the hand you sprung from the confines of the silk boxers. I quickly wrapped my fingers around the base of your shaft and stroked up and down once, letting the head pop out from between my thumb and the side of my hand. Headlights flashed the frontseat as an oncoming car passed by.
You watched as I touched you. Pulling the skin tight then releasing it when I slid back down. I licked my lips.
"Don't wreck the car," I ordered huskily and bowed my head in your lap. You barely had time to grip the wheel tighter before I engulfed your glistening cock with my heated mouth.
Immediately I was surrounded with your scent and taste. Sweet, but not. Salty but not. Definitely hot. I made a sound deep in my throat that vibrated deliciously against you but was really just a satisfied moan. I swirled my tongue around the head, stopped briefly to touch the ball of my piercing to the tiny hole at the top.
You jerked as if an electric shock had touched your skin and I felt the car swerve a bit.
Elated I slid down further, taking you deeper in my mouth and almost deep throating you. I leaned back, letting the now wet length of you slide out until I again held just the head between my teeth, my tongue playing and swirling as if you were an ice cream cone.
"C'mon," your voice was low and intent. "Do it again. All the way this time."
I rubbed my hand up and down again following its downward movement with my mouth. I took you deep again, until you bumped the back of my throat and I held you there, tongue pressed along the bottom of your cock, feeling the thrum of your pulse. I moved suddenly and without warning, rising and lowering myself on the now slick length of your erection. My hair spilled across your lap, some of it tangled around your cock and some even managed to get in my mouth as I fucked you with my lips, teeth and tongue.
The sounds you made gave me even more incentive. The quiet grunt and gasp as I milked you. It made me wet to hear those sounds, to know that I was bringing you close to the edge and could take you over at any time.
I leaned away. My mouth left your engorged organ slowly but when the cool air hit your skin I saw you shiver. Strands of my hair still attached me to the saliva wetness. I pushed my hair back off my face and looked up at you.
"Why'd you stop?"
"If I suck you dry you'll wreck the car and I don't want to explain that to the insurance company." The real reason was that I was too turned on to finish you. If I tasted your come I was gonna go nuts and end up killing both of us.
"Uh huh," with a twist of the wheel the car was running along the shoulder of the two lane highway, bumping along at a steadily decreasing speed.
"Hey!" I grabbed the back of the seat to keep from bouncing into the floorboard.
"What hey? You think I was just gonna let you tease me all the way home?" Your somehow rough and on the edge tone sent a thrill through me.
The only answer I could come up with was a rather lame, "Well... Yeah."
Your laugh wassn't very pleasant. I shivered again. The car rolled to a stop and you slammed it into Park with little to no elegance and I could already tell how this was going to work.
"Back seat. Either go of your own volition or get tossed. Doesn't matter to me which."
"But-" I looked at your eyes and read the dead seriousness there, debated a moment and scrambled over the seat.
The car was left running as you came over behind me. I'd barely settled into the seat, skirt around my hips, before you were touching me.
Your hands were hot against my skin as you slid one under my sweater and the other wrapped around the outside of my, now bare thigh. I leaned back, sliding down to lie on the seat as you come down over me, between my legs. Your hand closed over my breast, the slick satin of my bra smoothing over your palm with a delicious sensation. My nipple rose to your touch, pebbling as your fingers pinched it through the bra.
I arched my back, pushing into you. You covered my mouth with yours, tongue thrusting past my lips to taste me. I countered, and instantly we're wrapped in a duel in which there is no winner or loser. You sucked on my tongue and pinched my sensitive nipple at the same time. The tug on the barbell in my tongue combined with the sharp sensation brought a moan from my chest.
You ground your hips down against mine and the head of your cock slid against my panties, I wonder if you can tell how wet I am. I thrust up towards you, seeking more contact, urging your thick shaft to come against me harder.
"Damn," your voice thick against my lips. "You are hot aren't you?"
Suddenly my sweater was pushed up against my chin and you bent you head down to me. Hot lips closed on my nipple, suckling through the satin. Ignoring my cries and thrashing you took your time with this. Sucking, nipping, rolling your tongue around them. The satin was wet and it's almost like nothing is between us. Almost. You slipped your fingers underneath the fabric and pulled it down, baring me to the chill air and your mouth. Holding my flesh in your hand as you continue to suck harder than before.
"Oh God." I'm panting and needy already. Of course I was before you even touched me, but now the intensity makes me feel like I'm in pain. My hands clench, one in your hair, tugging and demanding, the other wrapped in your shirt. My heels press into the seat and one foot slipped off to brace on the floorboard. This opened me to you even more.
Your hand moved from my thigh upwards to press against the wet front of my panties. Fingers spread to massage and tease my partially opened lips without actually touching my skin. I heaved my hips upward,trying to capture the touch more fully.
Your laugh wass husky but you pulled aside my panties, brushing your fingertips against them, tangling in my trimmed patch of hair and tugging.
I groaned and twitched helplessly. My hand in your hair tightened its grip and you could feel the demand growing in me. I wanted to feel your fingers inside of me, touching me from the inside as you pushed into my wetness and felt the contractions of my orgasm against your skin.
But you didn't do any such thing. You slid down a bit and what I felt pushing between my cunt lips isn't your fingers but the mushroomlike head of your dick. Slowly you slid into me, until just your head was inside of my hot slit. I pressed my foot to the floor, straining upwards to draw more of your length deeper, but you held me down so I couldn't move. All of a sudden I found myself thoroughly pinned by you. Your elbows held my arms above my head while you leaned into me. I couldn't move and I loved it.
You pulled back and thrust again. Once more only the head entered my begging lips. The sensation of just the helmet rubbing against my interior walls was amazing but left me wanting more and more. I whimpered, rubbing my breasts against your chest, my hands twisting in yours.
Your breath was coming harder now, in little puffs against my mouth as you bit on my lips and I licked at you with desperation. You continued to tease me with little thrusts into me, tears of frustration trickled from the corners of my eyes.
Your lips trailed over my face, capturing the salty tears and licking them off of my skin. I was completely unprepared when you fiercely sheathed yourself fully within me. My breath caught as I stetched and tightened to fit you like a glove.
My favorite part, when I become completely filled by you and I can't breathe because I can feel you pressing against my womb.
A deep sigh raised my chest and the slick sheen of sweat between us warmed again. I twisted and thrust up at you, urging you into movement. This time you weren't difficult. You reared back and slammed into me, hips leaving what I know are going to be bruises later on the insides of my thighs. At this time I did't even care. All I wanted was for you to keep sliding deeper inside of me, deep enough that I could feel your pulse throbbing between my legs.
The rhythm you set wass easy to follow. Back and forth, in and out. Thrusting, grinding, forcing your thickness into my passage with a controlled ferocity that left me gasping a wordless mantra. My nails dug into your confining hands, scratching, leaving odd marks to explain away later. I was open, vulnerable and all I could do was beg for more.
You screwed your hips to the side and reached down. Your hand splayed on my belly and delicately you touched your fingertip to my clitoris.
My body went completely rigid, I clenched like a fist around your cock, deep inside of me. The waves of my orgasm set off tremors in my thighs and belly. I felt like I was coming apart and the only thing holding me together was you. With the hand just freed I reached between us, moved your hand and went further still to cup your balls in my hand and roll them between my fingers.
Your groan echoes in my ears, the sharp bones of your pelvis ground into mine. You twitched inside my cunt and came hard, filling me with your hot essence and pushing until I can't breathe again. That was a big one.. I could feel it dribbling out when you withdrew, the motion made me giggle because of the tickling sensation it caused.
"Teach you to tease me...." You grinned widely.