Page 55 of The Pass Protection
Her emerald eyes widen. “Ice cream? How are you hungry?”
“Rebel, there’salwaysroom for ice cream.”
Reaching for her hand, the two of us resume our stroll down the Riverwalk in search of an ice cream parlor. We pass tables with umbrellas of the Texas state flag, parents corralling their children, and unique craftsmanship with Spanish mosaic details. A storefront with a large waffle cone sign comes into view.
“I knew we’d be able to find ice cream.” Reaching for the handle, I pull open the door, and the air conditioning blasts us as we enter, sending a chill down our spines. Bret shivers, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders, tucking her into my side.
After we order our treats—caramel ice cream for Bret and chocolate peanut butter for me, both in waffle cones—we weave through the crowd until we find a vacant bench.
Watching Bret’s pink tongue flick out and lick up the creamy treat has me needing to adjust my pants. She twirls her tongue as she laps up the melting ice cream before sucking the top into her mouth.
Her laugh interrupts the moment. “How are you holding up over there?”
My eyes snap to hers as a smile breaks free on her glowing face. “Were you doing that on purpose?” She nods. “You’re going to pay for that, Rebel.”
“I hope so.” She winks before returning to enjoying her cone in a much less seductive way. The rich chocolate mixed with the creamy peanut butter coats my tongue.
“Not that I want to put a damper on this day, but how has everything been with you know…” My words trail off.
Bret’s shoulders stiffen slightly. “It’s been radio silence.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
She shrugs, and I’m surprised by her gesture. “I mean, yeah, of course, it’s great. I’m also worried that it’s just a fluke, and I will spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.”
My hand squeezes into a fist. “I promise that as long as I’m by your side, you’ll be safe, Rebel. No motherfucker is going to make you feel less than safe by tormenting you.”
“Thank you.” Her words are soft as she lays her head on my shoulder.
For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Bret and I explore San Antonio. We visit The Alamo and the world’s largest pair of cowboy boots. She takes selfies and pictures throughout our journey. I’ve loved watching her let her guard down and laugh in ways that fully encompass her. She radiates a sense of happiness as she’s unabashedly herself as we spend time in our little bubble. Neither one of us has a care in the world. It was the perfect day, and as the sun started to set, I hated that our time was ending, at least for today.
The bright Texas sun began to lower in the sky, replacing blue skies with golden hues. Reluctantly, we climbed into my truck and started our journey home. Both of us were completely exhausted but filled with joy.
As we approach the campus exit, I hear a seat belt unclip. Doing my best to keep my eyes on the road, I glance over and find Bret moving around in her seat. With her elbow propped on the center console, she adjusts herself until she’s leaning into my space.
“Rebel, what are you doing?” Concern is evident in my voice as my eyes bounce for the dimly lit road to my girlfriend.
Instead of using words to reply, her hand palms my dick over the zipper of my shorts. My nostrils flare at the implication of what she’s planning. Before I can say anything, her delicate hand finds my waistbandas her fingers work to unfasten my button. Blood rushes to my cock which is straining against the seam, begging to be released.
“Rebel,” I groan.
“Relax, Crew. You concentrate on not crashing, and I’ll concentrate on getting you off.” Bold Bret is my favorite Bret.
Her hands slide inside my shorts and underneath my boxer briefs. As she works my shorts down, I try to lift my hips to allow for the fabric to free and slide. My cock springs free, and her hand wraps around my growing erection.
“Fuuuck.”
I’m mesmerized by the way she pumps my cock in her hand as she manages to hold herself steady with her elbow. Her hand, wrapped around my cock, moves up and down in a twisting motion as she jacks me off. Images of her licking her ice cream flicker in my head, mixed with the anticipation of road head, has my cock leaking. If I’m not careful, this moment will be over before it even begins, and I’m not ready for that.
Bret’s lips find my neck as she sucks the skin into her mouth while her hand continues to work me over. She trails kisses from my jaw down my neck to where my T-shirt meets my collarbone. Her position shifts over the center console, removing her lips from my neck as she lowers her head. She licks my thick dick from root to tip as I tip my head back against the headrest, and a moan leaves my lips.
Swirling her tongue over the crown, she laps up the moisture gathering at my tip before her perfectly plump lips wrap around the head of my cock as she sucks my length into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, her underestimating the size of me, and she pulls back slightly.
“That’s it, Rebel. Your mouth feels so good.” She moans around me as I remove a hand from the steering wheel to brush her hair out of her face. I want to watch her suck on my cock.
Her head bobs as he sucks me deeper into her mouth while her tongue flicks at my crown, and her hand pumps where her mouth doesn’t reach. Bret gives excellent head. Using my free hand, I run my fingers through her loose hair, allowing the tendrils to twist around my fingers. Gripping the back of her head, I help her bob up and down on my cock.
A deep moan leaves her pretty lips as saliva drips down my shaft. She uses the moisture as lube as she continues to moan as I jerk my hips.
