Page 33 of Jingl
“I really shouldn’t have—”
“Shae.”
I shut my trap as he pulls me in for another kiss.
“I’m happy to be the one you ask for help. Iwantto help.”
The lights in the mall go out, sinking us into darkness other than the dash lights of the car. Trace threads his hand under my coat and shirt. He’ssoso warm. His nimble fingers find a nipple, making me moan. Every heated touch warms me up even more.
“Trace,” I whisper as his other hand kneads my groin.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t stop.”
He unbuckles his seatbelt. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
My hands lift his shirt, seeking warm skin, making him suck in a sharp breath.
“Let’s get you warmed up.” Trace sinks a hand in my waistband to palm my cock.
I squirm, wanting more pressure. Wanting more. He wrestles my layers down to free me. I don’t even care that I’m exposed in public, hopefully, no one looking can tell what we’re doing.
Trace leans down, and the ghost of warm breath over my skin makes me shiver. My hands tangle in his hair. He looks up at me with lust filled eyes before flicking his tongue across my tip.
“Not gonna last.” Just having Trace touch me after such a long day puts me so close to the edge.
His hands pump and I thrust into him. I tighten my grip on his hair. “So close.”
“Let go, Shae. You’re gonna come for me. We’re going to get some dinner. Then do nothing the rest of the night.”
“I—mmm. Study. Need.”
Trace pops off my cock, hand still pumping. “Nope. We’re gonna watch something silly and you’re going to lie in my lap and enjoy yourself.”
“Finals coming up. Need.” I stop trying to argue. Trace’s hands and mouth feel too good.
“You gotta live a little, too.”
As if getting a blow job right outside of the mall I work at isn’t risky.
“Gonna—”
Trace sucks me down his throat, making me moan as I come. He doesn’t release me until he’s wrung every bit of cum from my body. We’re both panting as he tucks me back into my clothes. Sweat makes everything uncomfortably stuck to me, but I’m warm and toasty and satisfied.
He grins at me as I pull him in for another kiss. He’s salty with my release, but I don’t care. We press our foreheads together, just enjoying each other’s contact.
I’m relaxed, my brain is a noodle, and Trace can no doubt get me to do anything. “Thanks, Tracy.”
“My absolute pleasure.”
We both buckle in and he throws the car into gear. I want to reciprocate, but I feel like mush and sink into the seat. “Want road head?” I still offer.
Trace chuckles. “No. As hot as that would be, at night I need my eyes on the road and complete focus. Let’s grab something for dinner.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Jack Winters: Jingle’s been naughty :winky face: next time you get a bj in a parking lot make sure the coast is completely clear.
