"Yes." I choke out the word, my fingers lodged deep inside me, palm pressed hard against my clit as I bring myself higher and higher. I picture Gaige's cock instead of my fingers, and I'm already close to coming.
"I want your warm wet mouth on me, you hear me? I want your sweet lips around the head of my dick, sucking like the good girl you are," he says. "Fuck yourself harder with your fingers."
"Gaige, I'm so close, I'm going to come," I moan.
"Come for me, darlin'," he says. "Come for me just like I'm going to come in that sweet mouth of yours."
His words push me over the edge, and I come with a loud moan. When I open my eyes, he's already pulled over to the side of the road somewhere, without giving me a chance to recover, and he's out of his side of the car and on my side in a flash.
"Holy shit, Gaige," I say, taking my fingers from between my legs.
"You have me so fucking worked up I can't wait," he says. He unbuttons his pants and drops them around his hips, stands with his hands on the roof of the car and his body in the passenger side door frame. "Put your lips on me now, Delaney."
His voice is hard and demanding and my pussy is throbbing as I slide up to meet his cock with my lips. A long gossamer strand of pre-cum dangles from the tip, and I catch it on my tongue, licking my way over the head of his cock before I envelop him with my mouth. "Oh, shit, darlin'," he groans. "I've been waiting for that mouth of yours all day."
His hands are in my hair, pulling at the roots as I suck him, and he forces me down farther on his cock, his movements just the right amount of rough and unyielding. I can't see is face above the car, and there's something about sucking him off here on the side of the road, without being able to see his face and while anyone who drives by could see him standing casually beside the car, that makes it so unbearably hot. His balls are heavy and full in my hands, and I know how much he needs to come.
My movements rhythmic, I stroke his length, sucking his cock as I jerk him off into my mouth. He's hard, his cock throbbing, and I know that he's close by the way he groans my name and pulls at my hair. Sucking him is making me even hotter and I want him inside me.
He yanks my head away from his dick, his grip tight, and groans. "I'm not coming in your mouth," he says. "Get your ass up here. I want to come inside you."
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard on the mouth, his hand covering my breast. "I want you to really come inside me," I whisper when he pulls away.
"Shit, don't tell me that," he says, sensing my meaning. "We haven't even talked about that."
"I'm on birth control," I say. "And we're together. I'm clean." I stroke his cock.
"I've been tested," he says, kissing me. "I'm clean. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I say. "I want to feel you bare inside me."
"Shit, you are going to fucking kill me," he says. "You're going to get us arrested out here on the side of the road. We should go home."
"No one's around here," I say. "And I can't wait." I turn around, my hands on the roof of the car, pulling my skirt up to expose my ass, the warm air against my bare wet pussy.
"Oh, hell," Gaige says, and his bare cock pressed against my entrance. In one thrust he's inside me, filling me up, his hands on my waist, pushing me against his cock. He talks to me as he thrusts into me. "Put your fingers on your clit, darlin', and rub it, because your mouth had me so close I'm not fucking waiting."
"Harder," I beg, rubbing myself while he brings me higher and higher, thrusting inside of me with short strokes. I can feel his bare cock against my walls, and I'm squeezing him with my muscles when he slaps me hard on the ass.
"Shit, darlin', you keep doing that with your pussy and I'm going to come inside you," he warns.
"Oh God." The idea of Gaige at my mercy nearly brings me to my knees, and I'm already coming before he even gives me permission, the orgasm overtaking me, hard and unexpected. He grips me, thrusting inside me again and again as he comes, filling me with his warm seed.
Afterward, I'm still throbbing around him when he laughs, pulling out of me and taking his shirt off. He uses the fabric to wipe between my legs.
"Seriously, Gaige, what are you doing?" I squeal. "You're going to go through the gate at my father's house shirtless?"
"Better than having you go through the gate with cum dripping down your legs, don't you think?" he asks. He kisses me on the mouth as he wipes me off, and the act, potentially crude, is somehow incredibly erotic when Gaige does it. "I spilled my drink; that's my story."