Page 83 of Brat Baby
Why the fuck am I denying this so damn hard? I have been resisting her. For two goddamn weeks. I’ve kept my distance, absolutely minimal interaction. I’ve proven I show zero favoritism.
Why can’t I take this one moment for us? Emery said it—no one has to know. It’s only us in this car. Our little secret. No one ever has to find out.
Fuck it.
I dip my head an imperceptibly small amount, but she sees it. Before I can take a breath to steel myself for the onslaught of sensations that is her mouth, the head of my cock slips past her lips and her tongue circles the crown.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my entire body locking up and my foot easing off the accelerator.
But Emery is having none of that. “You need to drive, Daddy. Just relax. I promise to be good and not distract you.”
“Kitten, you are a distraction just being in the same room,” I mutter as I put on my blinker and move into the slower lane andset the cruise control so that all I have to concentrate on is not crashing. “Having your mouth on my cock is possibly the most distracting thing you could be doing to me right now.”
She gives me a lazy pump, and my thighs tense. I force myself to relax, breathing deeply and putting my head back against the headrest.
Maintaining that relaxed vibe as Emery starts sucking on my dick in a very lazy, almost sloppy, way is a goddamn mission. There is barely any blood left in my brain, and I’m vaguely aware that I really do need to be concentrating on my whereabouts, but all I can manage to monitor is whether the brake lights have come on for the truck several hundred feet in front of me.
I make the massive mistake of looking down, but my view is obscured by her loose hair, so I gather it with one hand, working it away from her face and back. Seeing the way her cheeks hollow out as she sucks makes my cock jerk, and she moans around it.
As promised, she doesn’t do a great deal to get me there, not that she really needs to try. I’m right on the fucking edge, and if she gives even five percent more than this, I’ll definitely come down her throat.
But she wants this to last. My kitten wants my cock in her mouth all the way back to the dorms. And I love giving my kitten anything she wants.
So, I breathe through my nose and let the building need wash over me. My balls grow heavy, and fuck me, I can hardly take the noises she makes, especially when she swallows me all the way down and stays there for what feels like forever.
I murmur words of encouragement and praise, letting her know how good she is making me feel. I don’t allow any thoughts of what this means, and what is going to happen when the car ride is over, to intrude on this moment.
I’ve hated being apart from her, so I’m going to be absolutely fucking selfish in this moment and take everything I’ve been craving and that she has clearly been missing—for us.
At some point, my fingers have woven into her hair, and I gently cup the back of her head, my need starting to take over this blow job. My hips pump in small and shallow thrusts, and the base of my spine starts to tingle with my impending orgasm.
Thankfully, the turnoff is approaching. NU is only a few minutes from the highway, and as much as I want to take this all the way to the parking lot near her building, I can’t. I absolutely will not jeopardize her like that.
I need another location.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out a place—the parking lot near the NU hockey stadium. It isn’t a massive lot, but it will be deserted. The first pre-season game was last week, and this week’s game was away on Friday. Not wanting to take any chances, I go to the very far corner, where there are a few trees and the almost-fully set sun will provide me with the privacy we need.
As soon as I have the car in park, I pull on my seat belt to loosen it, then tighten my grip on the back of her head. Emery stills, her face hovering above my thighs with my cock still halfway buried in her mouth.
I take over and begin thrusting up into her mouth. It doesn’t take long for the simmer that has warmed me to turn into something sharper, hungrier. Emery gags around my cock as I hit the back of her throat, over and over.
Like a good girl, she takes it, all of it.
“Look what you did to me, kitten. Turned me into a fucking mess with all that bratting. Your throat is going to be so fucking sorry tomorrow, teasing me like that for the whole car ride.” I apply pressure and force her face into my skin and continue thrusting so that I’m fully buried.
Her hands reach up to grip my thighs, her fingers digging in as she fights the urge to breathe when she can’t. I release long enough that she can gasp around my still-thrusting cock.
She coughs and chokes until I force her back down. “Fuck, that mouth, throat. Do you like having me all the way in? I love being all the way in. If I could have you like this for me all the time, I would. What would it take, kitten? To have your lips and throat wrapped around my cock for an entire day? Get me hard, make me come, and then do it all over again. How many orgasms do you think you could get out of me? This naughty fucking mouth.”
Words tumble out of my mouth, my need ramping up with every thrust, my orgasm right there. On one particularly deep thrust, Emery somehow manages to swallow or gag or whatever causes the tightening of her throat, and it’s my undoing.
“Fuck,” I grunt as white-hot lightning burns through me. My fingers clench into her hair, pulling, and I pump up one last time as my orgasm smashes into me, leaving me gasping and moaning.
Emery slowly releases my cock before pillowing her arms over my lower thighs, draping herself there as she looks up at me.
Tearstains streak her cheeks, red rims her eyes with their blown-out pupils, and her lips are puffy as fuck. But I barely notice any of that. Instead, I feast on the satisfied smile that blossoms across her face, and I know I’m done for.
Completely and utterly fucked is probably a more apt description.
