James’s fingers grip my balls, and he squeezes, the pain hitting me like a wave of something so bad it feels divine. And I stiffen, shifting my hips to his mouth, giving him my cock to suck like the sexiest goddamn human being ever invented until I break the fuck down.

The climax rumbles through me as I spill into his mouth, pulsing and pulsing in aching throbs that he catches and swallows, drinking me like sheer perfection. He’s humming the whole time, like he loves it just as much as I do.

Like he wants nothing more than to taste me and savor me like a sweet snack.

My fucking brain is blown to smithereens.

For moments after I’m done coming, James laps at the head of my dick, teasing me and cleaning me, breathing like there isn’t enough air in the world, let alone this car.

Without even thinking, I crash off of him into the passenger seat, then scramble over the center console, fisting his cock and bringing it to my mouth.

“Mmmm… that’s my good boy,” he growls, fingers brushing through my hair while I pump his cock with my lips. “Your sweet mouth is so warm and wet, baby. God… you’re gonna suck the cum right out of me.”

I moan on his dick, throating him as best I can, slobbering on him while I fuck him with my mouth, gripping his thighs for leverage. James stiffens, his grunting and panting overwhelming the music still coming from the stereo as his hips lift to my mouth. His dick slides back into my throat and he swells.

“Fuck, baby, yes… I’m fucking… coming for you…”

The warm salty liquid shoots on my tongue and I slurp it up like my favorite drink. He keeps my head down on his cock the whole time, pouring down my throat while I whimper and cry, muffled, dazed and high as a fucking kite.

When he’s done, his fingers lazily brushing through my hair, I suck up his length and sigh, unable to resist. I drop a kiss on his crown before lifting myself up on shaky arms, resting my head on his shoulder.

He chuckles, “Did you just kiss my dick?”

Dammit. That’s embarrassing.

But I don’t really have any suave response to give in this moment. So I shrug. “Yea. I love him. So what?”

He tilts my face up to his with fingers on my chin. “What about me?”

“You’re okay, too.” I blink at him, my words teasing, though the enamored look I’m giving him prohibits me from smiling.

James leans in and kisses my lips softly, gentle in his pure captivation. He’s the holder of my heart right now. In this moment, he has me, more than ever before.

I just hope it isn’t too much for him.

His eyes lift and he looks around, assessing the fact that we’re in a car, out in the open. Anyone could stumble upon us in this compromising position.