Page 52 of Stuck-Up Big Shot
He strokes my jawline with a soft brush of his thumb, as if memorizing the structure of my face and the pattern of my skin.
“It’s fine, Button. It’s still hard for me to discuss Mel’s death or even think about it. But I don’t want you to walk on eggshells, either. I think it would be fun for us to go back home, hang out with Granny for a bit, and do something fun in our hometown. When was the last time you were home?”
His question hits me with a measure of guilt, and my shoulders fall. “I went home to see my parents right after school ended in May. I’ve been so busy since then, and this dog sitting job came out of the blue. I haven’t been home again this summer.”
He pops my nose with his index finger and nods. “Okay then. We’ll kill two birds with one stone this weekend. Let’s plan on leaving the city by three. I’ll get a car and pick you up at your shop, and then we can make it in time to have dinner with Granny.”
“That sounds like a perfect plan.”
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Miles
I renta car from a local shop and pick up Sutton in front of the boutique in SoHo before we get out on the open road.
Once you navigate through the chaotic and slow city traffic and make it out of town, the drive back home to Mystic isn’t too bad of a journey. The further and further we get out of city limits, the less traffic we find on the road.
The satellite radio station plays some music we’re not really paying any attention to. Blackie is sleeping in the back seat on his blanket. Sutton and I chat comfortably together, an easy conversation that is both fun and enlightening. We’re playing a little game called Truth or Dare. Although, the dares are limited to what can be done in the car.
It’s her turn to ask a question. She thinks about it briefly and then snaps her fingers.
“I know,” she enthuses. “Have you ever been given road head?”
I nearly swerve off the road, my head snapping to hers to see her naughty smile and tongue sweeping over her front teeth.
I answer truthfully. “No, not while driving. In a car, yes.”
There’s a slight pause, and I realize she’s waiting for me to ask in return.
“Truth or dare. Have you ever given road head, Sutton?”
That’s all it takes for the interior of the car to heat up, and I reach over to lower the car’s temperature. I take a moment to glance at her, as she leans over the console, her hand landing in my lap.
My foot jerks down slightly with a punch to the gas, and she giggles.
“Miles, do I make you nervous?”
I clear my throat. “Answer the question. Truth or dare?”
I glance down to see her hand grazing up my thigh, toward the bulge that has already formed between my legs, my hard on turning impossibly uncomfortable.
“Dare me, Miles.”
“Fuck,” I groan through gritted teeth. “You’re killing me here, Button.”
Her nimble fingers get to my pants, unsnapping and then unzipping them, the sound of the zipper marking a momentous moment.
She slips her hand down my shorts and pulls my throbbing cock out, unable to expose the entire root due to space constraints. Glancing down at my lap, I can see her hand clasped tightly at the base, nudging the material out of the way, and pre-cum glistening over the tip.
And then she goes in for the kill, working to shift her body through the restraints of the safety belt.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she says and leans over so her mouth covers my cock.
I groan, dropping my hand to the top of her head, her hair fanning out to cover her face. I sweep it back in my fist, mostly so I can watch myself fuck her mouth.
She wraps her lips around me and twirls the tip of her tongue over the head, and just that bit of warmth has me nearly losing it right there. I grit my teeth in agony, or painful pleasure, working to stave off an orgasm that I’m seconds away from having.
“That’s right, baby. Take all of me, Button. Swallow me down.”
