Page 56 of The Fireman and the Flirt

“Uh huh. That Derek meant ‘keep going.’”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

I bent over the center console and took his hard cock into my mouth, my beard brushing against his soft thighs.

I savored every inch of Cary, of which there was plenty. My tongue swirled around his head and slid down his shaft, the salty taste of him cresting in my mouth. My hairy forearms were a stark contrast against his smooth legs.

I tipped the seat back, getting better access. Cary bucked his hips up to meet my mouth. Something new hit my tongue with a rough texture, an odd sensation. I started chuckling, the kind of laughter kids would try and hold in during class.

“Are you laughing mid-blow job?” Cary asked.

“Sorry.”

“What’s so funny?”

I pulled a piece of bush (actual plant bush, not personal bush) from his inner thigh.

“Oh dear lord,” Cary said.

“It’s a good thing they didn’t plant cacti out there,” I said. “I keep thinking of watching you tumble out of that window buck-ass naked. I hope I never forget that image.”

“Please do. Go on and forget all about it.”

I began to chuckle again, and this time, Cary joined in.

“Your beard is ticklish.”

“Is it?” I rubbed it against his thigh and drifted down to his taint, making him scream out a high-pitched, clown laugh. “What the hell was that?”

“You hit a sensitive area.”

“Do you use that laugh to scare small children at birthday parties?” Listening to that wild cackle escape his clean-cut lips was too irresistible to only do once. I rubbed my beard down there again.

Another clown laugh filled the car. Cary threw a hand over his face.

“That’s so embarrassing. I can’t even be cool when I’m getting a blow job.”

“You are very cool, Cary Perkowski.”

“I’m not, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“I love that crazy laugh,” I said, my eyes beaming straight into his. And I meant it. I loved all of his noises and awkward pauses. Cary was a book I couldn’t put down.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. But I promise I won’t do it again on purpose since it makes you uncomfortable.”

I lowered myself back down to his crotch, but he pushed me back up.

“I have another idea,” Cary said, in a rapid, cat-like movement, he climbed over the console and straddled me. His hot body pressed on mine? I wasn’t complaining. I pushed my seat back to give us more room.

We made out like horny teenagers, heat and breath pounding between us. He rubbed his hands through my beard then slipped down my back. They pressed just under my arms.

“Wait, are you trying to tickle me?”

“Maybe,” he said.

It didn’t work, but it still made me laugh. We kissed and laughed at the same time, the heat and smiles overlapping with each other. I didn’t know that was possible but it turned this into something special. There were no boundaries with Cary, no barriers to hold back my awkward self. Yes, bears could be awkward.

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