Page 16 of Venus
We’ve both seen the movie already, so instead of watching, we critique the bad acting and CGI effects fromthe early 2000’s. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had watching a shitty movie.
The cool autumn breeze drifts into the truck cab through the cracked windows. I lift my legs up to rest the feet on the dash and get more comfortable. I peek over at Carter, and he’s focused on the screen, but he’s also got this cute smile plastered on his face that shows off a dimple on his cheek. He pulls off his cap to brush some of his loose hair back before putting it back on backwards. His head drifts in my direction and he catches me looking at him. He gives me a knowing raise of his brow.
I raise my hands in surrender. “You caught me. Sorry, just…you have a nice smile.”
He cocks his head as if it’s the first time someone’s complimented it. “Thanks.”
“So are you really not going to ask why I’ve been playing hard to get?”
He shrugs. “If you wanted to tell me, you would. Maybe you just like the chase.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that at all. I like spending time with you, more than I probably should. But I’m not looking for–”
“A thing?”
“Yeah. I’m not looking for a thing. And you’re great, so I don’t want to mislead you about what this–” I motion between us, “–is.”
“Who says we need to put a label on it? For the one who doesn’t want this to be a thing, you seem pretty eager to slap one on it.”
I give him a thankful smile for his understanding. “I just don’t want you to think this is going somewhere that it isn’t.”
He sighs. Not in a defensive or hurt way. Just a sigh. “Venus, I just want whatever this is to be real. If that means shitty movie and licorice, I’ll consider myself lucky.”
“You’re really okay with casual?”
“I mean…would I like more? Yeah, of course. But if that’s all you’re willing to give me, then that’s enough for now.”
I scoff playfully. “You’re great, you know that? It’s kinda suspect.”
He laughs and turns back to look at the screen for a second. “Maybe you’ve just got low standards.”
“Low standards, huh?” I ask as my hand drifts over the center console to rest on his thigh. My fingernails drift along the rough fabric of the taut denim on his thigh. “Where should my standards be, then?”
His breath hitches and he swallows slowly as he looks at my hand tracing patterns on his thigh. I shift closer as my hand rides upward.
“Here?” I ask, rubbing the bulge in between his legs. He lets out a shaky breath and bites his knuckles. “Use your words, Vulcan. Or can you not handle the heat?”
“Shit, yes, put me in your mouth.”
He lifts his hips and shoves down his boxers, letting his full girth spring free. He sighs at the relief from theconfines of his jeans. I wink at him and lick one thick stripe up his length, balls to tip with a flat tongue. He bucks his hips when I reach the spot on his shaft directly below the tip, so I swirl my tongue there until a fat drop of precum leaks from the head. I greedily lap it up.
I suck his shaft into my mouth and hollow my cheeks, I catch his eyes rolling back just a second before his head falls back to his head rest. His hand lightly grips my head and presses me down a little further. I gag a little, but take him all the way to the back of my throat before I let myself breathe.
I only take one deep breath before I dive back in, bobbing my head to the ever-increasing rhythm of my heartbeat. My spit drips out of my mouth, leaving a mess all over his crotch and my hands.
Carter uses both of his hands to pull my hair into a tight ponytail and holds my head still as he starts rocking into me. The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth, and then he grunts loudly before his warm release shoots into my throat. Some escapes, but I swallow what I can and lick my lips before lifting my head.
When I pull back, we’re both breathing heavy. My lips are swollen and my hair is a mess. His eyes are wide with that post-sex haze men get, and he’s got a lazy grin on his face as he tucks himself back into his pants and buckles his belt.
“If that’s your casual blow job, V, I might not survive your committed one.”
Chapter 9 | Vulcan
The past two days have been bombarded by text notifications blowing up my phone.
From Venus, you ask? Of course not. From the two idiots I call my best friends. The second I step into the station, I’m ambushed like I’ve got a fresh hickey on my neck and forgot to cover it.
“Alright, Romeo, fess up!” Jackson calls from the kitchen, already halfway into an everything bagel that looks suspiciously stale.
