“No,” I say breathlessly. “The angle’s just right.”
He expertly rubs my clit at the one o’clock position, my pussy drenching my panties in anticipation of what’s to come.
“I’d rather watch you first.”
Sliding his hand away he presses his big back against the door, crosses his arms over his chest, and stares me down.
I take in a big gulp of air, excitement and a bit of fear shooting through me. With him doing nothing and me doing everything, all the attention to perform, to do something sexy, is on me.
“I shouldn’t be the only one who gets to have all the fun with that perfect little body. You should get a try too.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask softly.
“Take those annoying pants off, spread your legs wide, and let me see all of you…while you touch yourself.”
“While I…?”
He nods. “That’s right.”
Maintaining eye contact I unbutton and then unzip my pants, wiggling my way out of them. I go to fold them neatly, but he grabs them and tosses them into the very back of the Rover.
“Don’t worry about being neat. When we’re done with this little game things are going to be very, very messy.”
I gulp again, wondering exactly what that’s supposed to mean.
My heart threatens to fly out of my chest as I balance one heel on the seat in front of me and tuck my other heel underneath me.
Hooking my index finger inside my panties I pull them to the side, the air hitting my exposed flesh as I spread my legs as wide as possible.
The look on his face tells me everything I need to know. He’s concentrating on my sex like nothing else in the world matters.
Slowly I run a single digit through my crease, his pupils dilating as he fidgets, trying to get comfortable where he sits and clearly failing.
Suddenly he makes quick work of his boots, socks, belt, pants, and underwear, sitting next to me with his dick out.
“Look what you do to me,” he says, fisting himself and then stroking from root to tip. “How fucking hard you make me.” He moans brokenly then continues. “What are you going to do to make this right, to take the pain away?”
My pussy clenches hard as I watch the show he’s giving me while giving him one in return, but apparently, he wants more. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
Leaning forward I readjust myself bringing his fat dick inches from my face. I stare at the tip, wondering how all of that is going to fit in my mouth, down my throat. There’s no possible way.
“Do it…unless you’re scared.”
He pushes the right button because without wasting a second I open my mouth and let the spit drip down onto his cock, coating the tip, mixing with the precome as it rolls down his no longer dry shaft.
Leaning in I lick around the bottom of the crown, and then take the tip in my mouth and pull my lips away, creating a popping sound.
Grabbing his hands and moving them out of the way I stack my own hands, one on top of the other as I fist his pole, starting working it up and down with both hands and then dive back in with my mouth, sucking him, licking his open tip and tasting the saltiness as my nipples pebble and my eyes water.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that,” he grunts, leaning back so quickly his head hits the windshield with a thud.
Unexpectedly I feel his hand cup my sex and he makes a come hither motion on my nub before corkscrewing a finger inside of me.
My muscles tense and I slide my head even farther forward, taking more of his shaft into my mouth, the tip of his stick making contact with the back of my throat and I gag but manage not to bite down.
“You know how sexy you look right now?”
Catching sight of myself in a reflection in the window I get back to work, giving him the best blow job I know how. I know it needs work, but I avoid accidentally dragging my teeth and take as much as I can.