“Move over.”
“My body doesn’t move that way!”
It gets a little complicated, multitasking and maneuvering in the narrow confines of the backseat. Stupid sports car, all flash and no practicality.
Bane comes up with a brilliant solution.
“You know what? We’ll have more room if you get on your knees.”
Heat shoots through me, and my mouth literally waters at the idea. I slide down as he spreads his legs wider, creating space for me to kneel between them.
Then my brain catches up with my body and the nerves set in.
I’m nowhere near as experienced as him, and this has to be amazing. So amazing that he comes back for more. The pressure threatens to overwhelm my need.
My fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “Oh my god, why are belts so complicated?”
“Is this a personal problem you have?”
“No, not normally. God, I can’t believe we’re doing this. I mean, Iwantto do this, but it’s you. I’m in the back of Bane Blackwood’s car and I’m… I’m…” On the verge of total meltdown.
A hand in my hair makes me jump. His touch feels almost gentle as he cups the back of my head. “Relax, Fielding. It’s just a blow job. Don’t overthink it.”
He’s right. And though he sounds like a cocky alpha, his steady hand helps ground me.
I place my palm over the bulge in Bane’s jeans. He groans and his hips jerk into the contact. A surge of power courses through me.Bane craves me. He doesn’t know about our connection yet, but his body still needs mine viscerally.
“Keep going.” His hips snap toward my hand, rocking up helplessly for a few blissful seconds. The gold in his irises looks so bright in the darkness of the car.
I gain the courage to wrestle the dreaded belt buckle again. When I finally defeat the thing and free him from his boxers, I freeze when his cock springs free.
Bane’s uncut, long and heavy. All around big. This is what alpha cock looks like. Yes please. I need it. Bad. Maybe being mates created this primal hunger, a desperate need for that thick cock to fill me.
I take him in my hand first, giving him an experimental tug. I stroke him slowly, adding my mouth to suck on the head of his cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans.
Alright, off to a good start. I go slow, taking him into my mouth a few inches at a time. It gets easier because Bane is more responsive than I thought he’d be.
“God, you feel… Fuck. You’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about, just keep—yes!”
Hearing his rough voice filled with need spurs me on. I take him deeper, my lips sliding further down his shaft with each pass. His fingers abandon their gentle hold on my head, weaving through my hair instead, and my cock throbs every time he yanks the strands taut between his knuckles.
Before long, pure filth pours from his lips.
“Yeah, such a good little slut.”
“Never would have guessed you were such an eager cocksucker, down on your knees for me.”
“Take it deeper, Josh. C’mon, show me what you’re made of.”
Not too long ago, him making demands would have triggered every stubborn bone in my body and I’d have refused him purely out of spite.
In this context? The pure porn falling from his lips makes my cock harder. Whatever he needs, I’ll do it eagerly, anything to make him addicted to my mouth the way I’m already addicted to him.
“Fuck, who knew? Innocent little Josh Fielding sucks cock like a pro.”
Is that a smile on his face? An actual smile? The first genuine smile I’ve ever seen from Bane Blackwood and all it took was blowing him in the backseat of his car.
