“For what?”
“For last night.”I kissed him again.“I’m kissing you in the parking lot of this fancy diner.”
“You wanna blow me in the parking lot of this fancy diner?”
“We might get arrested if I do that here.”I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed.Then I put my seatbelt on, put the car in drive, and pulled out of the lot.
“I want you,” I said.
“You wanna blow me when we get back to the cottage?”
“Who says you have to wait till we get back?”I turned down a gravel road and drove until we were surrounded by trees, far enough from the main road that no one passing by could see.I stopped the car, popped my seatbelt, and looked at him.I popped his seatbelt too.“Slide your seat right back.”
He did, with a shaking hand, and his seat jolted backward a foot.
I’d never had sex in a car.Closest I came was in the back of Ben’s van with Brian’s ex.There was a lot more room in the van.This would be tight, but I was going to make it work.
The first thing I did was get my coat off.Then I climbed out of the driver’s seat and over the gearshift carefully so it didn’t nail my balls, which would have killed the mood.I knelt in the footwell between his knees.For the first time in my life I didn’t wish I was taller.Six-foot-tall Craig would not have been able to do this.But it was still cramped.
“Tilt your seat back,” I said.
He fumbled with the handle while I put a fist on the seat on either side of his shoulders and pushed until the seat ratcheted all the way back.
It was still really tight.The glove box was digging into my back, but I had enough room to work with.
While he watched, I opened his coat and pulled up his sweatshirt.Underneath, he was wearing his blue T-shirt, the one I’d sewn up for him after he’d moved in with me.I ran my hand over it, brushing my knuckles gently down his chest and belly.I stopped at his belt.
It was quiet in the car, apart from our breathing and the jingle of his belt as I loosened it.I thought about playing some music, but I’d already started, and I didn’t want to stop to look for something to put on.
I popped the button on his jeans and unzipped him.As I put my hand inside, I kissed him, and he melted into the seat, and fuck, he was really, really hard.That was when I realized I hadn’t made him shoot since before we’d headed to the cottage.He’d been doing all this stuff for me, and I’d done nothing for him.I hadn’t even proposed.
I better make this good.I better make this the best blow job he’s ever had.
I gave him one of those kisses he liked.His dick jumped in my hand as I pulled away.Then I went down on him.I didn’t have much room to work in, and part of me wanted him to finish quickly, but the other part was thinking about what he’d done for me the night before, and I put the discomfort out of my mind, the way I did when I was performing injured in a tap competition.I focused on his responses, caressing his waist, but not enough to tickle, working him slowly and teasing him with my tongue until his whole body was shuddering.His breathing grew harsher.He was never very vocal when I blew him.I guess he’d learned not to be if most of the time he’d had sex, he’d been in someone else’s house with other people around.So I knew I must have really pushed him outside his control when he gave this long, drawn-out yell that cleared out his lungs.Then he shot.It was a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere.If he’d done that at home, all the neighbors on our floor would have heard him.
I made my mouth soft around him and swallowed him down as a gust of wind hit, and the car was quiet apart from the crystalline sounds of snow pinging off metal and glass and him sighing in time with the pulsing of his dick in my mouth.
When he was finished, I pulled off him, clambered up the seat, and straddled him, gathering him into my arms and holding him.He lay there, limp.I’d totally wrecked him.I’d never felt so proud of myself.
I whispered in his ear, “My honey kid.”
His left hand flailed as he patted my back.
“Jesus,” he said, his voice all raspy.“I wanna lick the snow off the ground.”
“Let’s get you back to the cottage.I’ll make you some hot apple cider.”
I climbed into the driver’s seat and put my coat back on.While I started the engine, he tucked his dick into his jeans and zipped up, and I was thinking I should have done that for him because he was still shaking.
“You want me to do something for you?”he said.
“You already did.Making you shoot like that sent me into fucking orbit.”
“Yeah,” he sighed.“Just got back from there...it’s nice.”
We laughed like idiots as I drove.
