Page 27 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

Hislipscrashintomine, stealing the breath right out of my mouth. His hand slides higher, fingers pressing into the soft skin of my inner thigh, slow and deliberate. I shudder beneath his touch, my hands slowly wandering up his arm until I lay my palm against his cheek.

Are we really doing this in a traffic jam?

Hell, apparently, we are.

Not breaking the kiss, his fingers slip under my dress, toying with the seam of my panties. He curls a finger beneath the fabric and tugs, dragging it down my legs with maddening slowness. All the while, his mouth is on mine, deep and hungry, making it impossible to think clearly, let alone breathe.

“You’re dangerous,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, and glare at him when the tip of his finger slowly drags through my folds, teasing my aching pussy.

But now it’s my turn to play.

A quick glance outside tells me everything I need to know; we’re boxed in between massive trucks on all sides. No one will be able to see inside, as long as nobody decides to get out of their car to take a leak right next to ours. I swallow hard, heart beating hard against my ribcage as I unbuckle myself.

It’s the most daring thing I’ve ever done but I am so beyond horny, it’s not even funny anymore.

“Put your seat further back,” I tell Reed in a low, but firm voice and he retracts his hand, doing as I ask.

I lean over the center console, careful not to bump the horn and press my lips to his. Reed's hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, and I deepen the kiss, mouths parting, breath catching, as I let my hands explore his body, slipping under his shirt to feel his abs.

With clumsy movements, I try to open his belt, swallowing his low chuckle as he gently pushes my hands aside and pops his button open, letting me drag down the zipper slowly and deliberately. Without hesitation, my hand finds its way inside his jeans and pulls his cock free, heavy, warm and already hard in my palm.

I break the kiss and wet my lips, heart pounding as I glance up at him. His breath catches, like he knows exactly where this is going, as I lean down and take him into my mouth slowly.

“Fuck yes,” he moans and if I could, I would grin around his cock. Instead, I let my tongue explore him, draw lines along his shaft as I slowly take him deeper, fisting my left hand to swallow him past my gag reflex. He’s too big for me to take him fully, so I keep my hand at his base, stroking where I can’t reach with my mouth.

He runs his fingers through my hair, tight with restraint as he gathers it at the back of my head, keeping it out of my face as I slowly let him glide out of my mouth. His deep moan fills the car, a gentle tug on my hair as I close my mouth around his head, giving it a tight suck.

He tastes of salt, heat, and something raw and unmistakably him, so addictive from the moment he hits my tongue.

I let him plop out of my mouth, a thread of spit connecting my mouth to his cock. I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock, licking from his base to head, then take him into my mouth again, gently sucking as I take him deeper.

“Fuck, Abby,” he groans breathlessly, the hand that’s not holding my hair wandering over my back and neck like he’s not sure what to do with it.

I let him glide out of my mouth again slowly, swirling my tongue around his cock as his grip on my hair tightens when I take him deeper than before.

“Fuck. Traffic’s moving,” he growls and I glance up at him, his cock still in my mouth, raising my eyebrow.

Does he want me to stop?

“Be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?” he growls, waiting for me to give him a slight nod before pushing my head down on his length.

I let out a low groan, my eyes rolling back as I let him guide my head. His fingers loosen from my hair, only to grip my head firmly and guide me with steady pressure. I focus on each shaky breath and suppressing my gag reflex as his cock slides deep into my throat, then eases back out, leaving my pulse racing.

His demeanor shifts, intensity replacing the playful glint in his eyes as cars behind and around us start to honk.

His hips surge upward, as he guides my head down firmly, and for a moment I see stars behind my eyes as he glides down my throat. Tears spill down my cheeks, my breaths coming in shallow gasps through my nose as he fucks my mouth, taking what he needs. The taste of his precum hits my tongue and I groan around his cock, his low moan mingling with my own muffled whimpers and the wet sound of my slurping and moans around his cock.

“I’m gonna come, babe,” he presses out through clenched teeth, his fingers slightly lifting my chin. “Will you take it? Fuck, please do.”

I nod around his cock in my mouth, rolling my eyes. What did he expect me to do, walk into the hotel with his cum on my face and hair?

He thrusts into my mouth a few more times, then pushes my head down as much as I can take him and keeps me right there. Muttered curses fly out of his mouth as his whole body tenses and then I feel him spurt down my throat.

It’s not a particularly great feeling but better than having cum on my dress while we return the rental car, I guess. I bob my head a few more times, sucking until he is finished and slowly let him glide out of my mouth.

Then I startle when the truck behind us honks. Loudly.

He flips them off, even though they can’t see it, and pulls my head up gently. His thumb wipes some cum from the corner of my mouth, then he leans in for a heated kiss that takes my breath away. I can still taste him as our tongues move together, fast and needy. When he lets go, I slump back in my seat, my face burning and my body tingling, my pussy so fucking needy for him.

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