“Remember that whole cock in the cockpit?” Stephanie suddenly says as we crawl forward at a snail’s pace. “Or at least the attempt at one?”
I swivel my head toward her, stunned. It’s like she heard my thoughts on how amazing she is. “Yes.”
“This might make being stuck in traffic a good thing.” She gives me a wanton smile and places her hand on my crotch.
“Right now?” I can’t believe I’m even questioning this but… “There are cars all around us.”
“Oh relax, it’s dark out,” she says. “My side is the shoulder, the person behind us can’t see what we’re doing because of the wheel at the back of the Jeep, the person in front of us only sees your headlights and whoever is beside you…well, let’s hope they mind their own business.”
I look over at the person beside us. It’s a pair of middle-aged men dressed in Bruins jerseys, the jackasses we’re playing against tonight. Actually I don’t mind giving them a show.
She increases the pressure from her hand and then unzips my fly, folds down the waistband of my briefs and pulls the tip of my cock out. I can see precum already glistening on it.
“Such a beautiful dick,” she murmurs, her fingers coiling around my length and giving it a hard squeeze.
Fuck me. I close my eyes, hissing in my breath and then open them before I nearly rear end the car in front of us. This is actually going to be difficult. Thank god I had enough sense not to follow through while in the air.
I’m not even sure if this makes sense even now but you won’t hear my protesting. Thirty-years old and I’d never been given a blow job while in a moving vehicle. I’ve driven and fingerbanged someone in the passenger seat but that was back in high school.
I thought that was pretty cool back then but this is much, much better.
Stephanie strokes me up and down, her grip firm and hard, then she takes the rest of my dick and balls out. My body stiffens, waiting for her.
She makes sure she has enough slack with her seatbelt and leans over, taking my cock into her mouth and my balls into her other hand. I have a war against my eyelids that desperately want to close to take the whole sensation in. It’s dangerous but I don’t want her to stop.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and for the first time ever I’m thankful the Jeep is automatic. Stephanie’s head bobs up and down beneath my chest and I curl my free hand into her hair, pulling on her strands.
“You crave that cock, don’t you baby,” I murmur, my grip tightening in her hair, pushing her head down further until I can almost feel her tonsils. “You love sucking me off, the feel of my cum sliding down the back of your throat. Yeah, that’s my baby. Just like that, just like that.”
She continues, her lips, tongue, mouth and hand working in perfect unison; my precum and her saliva making the best lubricant. My body goes from stiffening to jerking from the damning need to release my semen inside her and there is one small window of mercy to take advantage of. The cars around us all come to a standstill, a sea of red lights amongst the darkness. I quickly put the Jeep in park before I take my foot off the brake.
This is happening now.
“Suck it, suck,” I hiss at her, trying to breathe. “So, so good baby.”
And then it’s like I’m hit by a truck, only we’re both here and better than fine. My orgasm slams into me with violent spasms that have me digging my nails into her head and muttering obscenities under my ragged breath. Then it slips over me like a warm, numb bath filled with pins and needles, and I’m conscious of never feeling so alive and yet so drugged as right fucking now.
Bloody hell.
She pulls her mouth away, a trail of saliva lingering behind and then tucks my spent dick back in my pants. “Well that was fun,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving me a wicked smile.
I can barely form words. I just nod. Then the traffic starts to move and I snap to attention, putting the Jeep out of park and jolting forward. I look over to the car beside us to make sure there’s enough room to pull in front of them, when I remember it’s the Boston Bruin fans.
And judging by their wide eyes and open mouths, they just caught the whole show.
I quickly roll down the window, stick my finger out and yell, “Bruins suck!” at them, before I cut them off and speed through the now moving traffic.
By the time we get to the game, I’m high on life and adrenaline and Stephanie. I limit myself to one beer but ply her with overpriced wines and we cheer on the Sharks all the way to the third period. She doesn’t even mind when I put on my shark hat and start dancing after every goal.