Page 154 of Most Valuable Players
“Such little faith.” I unlock my car and open the back door.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She climbs in and I follow. I’m quick to shut the door and finally have her alone.
For whatever hesitation she had before, she attacks my face as soon as I turn my head. Her hands go to my hair and her mouth is on mine. I pull her onto my lap the best I can in this back seat, slouching down so our heads aren’t bumping against the roof of the car.
God bless tinted windows. My fingers slip under her shirt and lift. I enjoy the way her skin pebbles at my touch. I push up the fabric so I can access her bra, pull the cups down and press my lips to one nipple. She arches into me and rubs herself against my crotch.
“Do you put something on your skin? Edible lotion?” I pop off just long enough to ask and then move to the next nipple.
“Edible lotion?” She giggles and then moans.
“You always taste so good.” I lick and bite. Seriously, Ginny-flavored nipples are my favorite food and I am starving.
“It’s just me.” She pulls away, scrambling onto the seat beside me and unbuttoning my jeans. She smiles up timidly at me as she frees my dick.
I hiss as she licks the dot of precum. “Fuck, Ginny. Do that again.”
She does, except this time, she takes me all the way in.
Dead. Gone. Rest in peace. Thought I was going to hell, but this is heaven.
I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, but does she stop? Hell to the no.
I place my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair. Gently, I guide the tempo, but I let her decide how much to take. I’m a big guy — no one has dared to deep throat me before, and she’s the last person I expected to try.
I’m getting dangerously close with each swirl of her tongue and hollowing of her cheeks. I hold her hair back from her face like a ponytail. One blonde strand hangs in her eyes, the ends brushing my stomach as she bobs.
“I’m close,” I warn her. “I think there are some napkins in the glove box.” Unless her hearing is broken or she’s in some sort of blow job focused trance, she hears me, but she doesn’t stop until I’ve come in her pretty mouth.
I lean my head back against the leather. My whole body is trembling. “That was… holy shit.”
She laughs. “And I thought the way to your heart was through your stomach.”
“Only one thing I enjoy more than food, baby.”
Fifteen minutes later, after returning the favor, we head back into The Hideout. She runs a hand over her hair and then her mouth.
“Relax, you look gorgeous.”
“I should probably go in first.” She takes out her phone. “I’ll pretend like I was on my phone.”
As she pushes through the door holding her phone up to her ear like she’s on a call, mine buzzes in my pocket.
“Hey, I’m just walking into dinner,” I say, taking a step away from the door.
“Hello, Mom. How are you?” she mocks and then chuckles, and that light sound makes me smile.
“Sorry. Hey, Mom. How are you?”
“Well, I’m good now that I finally hear your voice.”
“Sorry,” I say again. Not just for being a dick with how I answered, but for not calling her sooner.
“Can I assume no news is good news?”
“Yeah, everything’s good. How are you? How’s Kevin?”
