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“Look at you and your fancy French words.”

I was laughing so hard and I hadn’t even done the whip-it yet.

Dylan reversed out of his parking spot in front of the convenience store and pulled out onto the road while I tried to come to grips with how to do a whip-it. I angled the can into my mouth and covered the nozzle then sucked on it for a few seconds before releasing it. It made me lightheaded, a little woozy but I didn’t love it. I tried it a few more times for good measure then shook the can and squirted whipped cream into my mouth.

“Mmm.” I’d rather eat the whipped cream than get the nitrous oxide high. “Dessert.”

“Fuck. You’re making me hard.” Leaving one hand on the wheel, Dylan adjusted himself in his jeans.

“Watching me eat whipped cream is making you hard?” I teased, squirting more whipped cream into my mouth. I grinned at him and leaned over the center console, armed with a can of Reddi-Wip. “Open up.”

Angling his head toward me, one eye still on the road, he opened his mouth and I filled it with whipped cream. Then he grabbed the can out of my hand and flung it into the backseat, guiding my hand down so I could feel what I’d done to him.

Feeling bold and adventurous, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. He tried to push my hand away. “I want to touch you,” I insisted.

“What did I say?” he reminded me. This guy was so stubborn, I knew he wouldn’t back down from what he’d said.

“Are you saying that you’d rather wait…” My hand wrapped around him through his briefs. I’d never touched him before but now I could feel how thick and hard he was and I wanted more of him. “That you’d rather deny yourself?”

He captured my hand in his and moved it away. “Are you sayingyou’drather deny yourself?” he countered.

I licked my lips, feeling the inexplicable urge to taste him. To feel him inside me. To have all of him, any way I could get it. I wanted it. Wanted him. And he wouldn’t let me have him unless it was all or nothing. Ollie had always been so careful with me. He’d treated me like I was made of glass. Fragile. Breakable. A part of me must have known that it wasn’t enough for him, that he’d wanted more of me. Yet he’d never pushed me too hard. And now I understood why. He was scared of losing me. Whereas Dylan was the opposite. He pushed me to the limits because that was how he lived. Like he had nothing to lose.

It made me feel daring. Teetering on the edge of that rock cliff, on the verge of free falling into the unknown. That was how it always felt with Dylan.

Unclipping my seatbelt, I got on my knees and leaned across the center console.

“What are you doing, Starlet?”

“Giving you a blowjob.”

“Say it. Say the words.”

I took a deep breath and shoved my inhibitions aside. It was easier in the dark, the only light coming from his dash so he couldn’t see my cheeks flaming. “I want to wrap my lips around your cock.”

Dylan groaned, this low guttural sound that went straight to my core, and pushed down the waistband of his briefs. His dick sprang free, and I stared at it as if I’d never seen a penis in my life. Okay, I was not the most experienced girl around. But Dylan’s was thick and long and hard, pointing straight up and it just looked so damn big to me. Was it bigger than average? Oh God, why was I thinking about the size of his dick? Probably because it was about to be inside my mouth. And maybe other places.

The stars tattooed on his abs were aligned but this time I didn’t feel the urge to laugh. Not even a little bit.

My hand wrapped around the base and I squeezed, feeling it twitch and grow harder in my hand as I guided the tip to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I gave it a few licks.

“It’s not a fucking popsicle,” he growled. “If you’re going to do this, you do it my way.”

“What does that mean?”

I soon found out. His hand tangled in my hair and he held the back of my head, guiding me to where he wanted me.

“Suck hard,” he commanded.

I tried to take in as much of him as I could. I’d never been into giving blow jobs before, and the times I’d tried, I ended up chickening out and giving a hand job. But hearing Dylan’s ragged breathing and the words that came out of his dirty mouth like a growl had me so turned on, I was squeezing my thighs together to ease the delicious ache as I sucked him hard, my cheeks hollowed. And even though I had no idea what I was doing, it didn’t seem to matter.

It made me feel powerful to know that he was coming undone because of me, thrusting into my mouth so hard and so deep I could feel him at the back of my throat. I gagged a little but found my rhythm as we barreled down the freeway, Blackbear’s “Girls Like U” blasting from the speakers.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

“Mmm hmm,” I hummed, the vibration pushing him over the edge.

“Fuuck,” he said as spurts of warm, salty liquid came into my mouth. I felt the car swerve a little until he righted it because, of course, the first time I gave someone a blowjob I’d do it in a speeding car while they were driving.