I swallowed, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him. “Yeah. You haven’t.”
“Do you want me to?” he asked. Blunt, no games.
I nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
He gave a small grunt, like that settled it. His gaze dropped to my dick, hard and leaking at the tip. And then one of his calloused hands slid up my inner thigh, slow and intentional, his skin scraping against mine.
He reached my balls and cupped them in his palm, his fingers wrapping around the skin. He rolled them gently at first, massaging the weight of them between his thumb and fingers.
I sucked in a breath, my hips twitching up without my meaning to. He kept at it, squeezing to pull a low groan from me, then tugged downward just enough to stretch the skin and make me gasp.
“You like that?” he muttered, not looking up, his focus locked on what his hand was doing.
“Keep going,” I said, my voice coming out shaky.
He did. He slid his thumb lower, pressing it into the skin between my balls and my ass. The tight strip right there in the middle. He stroked back and forth in firm lines, rubbing that spot hard enough to make everything in me clench.
The pressure built fast, making my dick throb harder, the head of my cock flushing darker as blood rushed in. I shifted my hips, spreading my legs wider to give him more room.
After a minute, he shifted his weight forward on his knees, leaning down closer until his face was inches from my groin. His breath hit my skin, hot and steady, making the hairs on my thighs stand up.
He wrapped his other hand around the base of my dick, gripping it firmly and angling it upward toward his mouth. Then he lowered his head, his lips parting as his mouth hovered right over the head for a second, his breath teasing the slit.
He took me in slowly.
I watched it happen as my cock slipped past his lips. The head disappeared first into the wet heat of his mouth. Then, inch-by-inch, he took in the rest of my shaft as he slid down.
A low, slick sound filled the car, a wet suck and slide as his lips sealed around me and his tongue pressed flat against the underside. He paused when he had about half of me in, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked lightly, then pulled back with that same wet noise, his lips dragging up the length of my cock before he pushed forward again, taking me deeper this time, down to the base.
His jaw worked open wider to fit me, the thick scar on it stretching white against his skin as he bobbed his head once, testing.
“Shit,” I whispered, my head falling back against the seat for a second before I forced myself to look again, not wanting to miss anything.
He hummed low in his throat around my cock, the vibration buzzing through the shaft and straight into my gut, making my balls tighten in his hand.
Meanwhile, he kept playing with them, rolling the skin between his fingers and squeezing in time with his mouth’s rhythm. Up and down, slow and deep, his tongue flicking around my cock head each time he pulled back.
I could see his saliva drip down to the base of my dick, mixing with my pre-cum, making everything feel more intense. It was enough to make me grip the leather seat hard, as I tried not to thrust up too hard into his mouth, even though my hips jerked a couple of times.
After a bit, he pulled off me with a quiet, wet pop, his lips red and shiny. His fingers slid lower, brushing against my asshole, and I knew what was coming next.
“I have lube in the console,” I said, starting to twist to reach the center console compartment.
“Stay there,” he ordered, one hand pressing down on my thigh to keep me in place. “Don’t move.”
I froze, settling back against the leather. He leaned forward over me, his large body stretching across mine to pop open the compartment.
I’d stashed a small bottle of lube and a few condoms in there before driving out, just in case. Stretching far over the folded seats, he grabbed the lube and one of the condoms, then shifted back between my legs.
He took the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. The cap clicked shut.
Then he leaned back in, his mouth taking me deep again while his slick fingers slid lower. He circled my hole first, pressing gently, getting me used to it.
The lube made everything smoother and warmer. He pushed one finger in steadily, working me open with careful twists.
I let out a groan, louder than the ones before, my voice breaking in the middle as his mouth sucked harder around my dick and his finger pressed deeper, hitting a spot inside that made my toes curl.
My thighs shook, and I pushed back against his hand without thinking.
