For sheer theatrics, I squatted to lube the dildo stuck to the door, stroking it up and down, then I straightened up and turned to face Rowan.
He was keeping his hands to himself, but his dick was wetting his abdomen with his delicious pre-cum. I wanted to lick it, but I was on a mission to destroy Rowan from afar. I was naked from the waist down, holding the hem of my t-shirt in my teeth and ready to show these woods how it’s done.
Meeting his gaze, I guided the silicone into me, stretching my hole just right. It felt good to me, but judging by Rowan’s flushed cheeks and parted lips, he was enjoying it even more. I moved slowly, making sure I could last long, but the ridges on the dildo teased my rim with my movements so well, I had to be careful.
My dick was dripping pre-cum on the grass every time I thrust back, and even without touching it, I was inching close too fast.The mix of excitement at the novelty of the act, the outdoors location, and the friction were doing it for me, but it was the utterly turned-on expression on Rowan’s face that made the moment one for the spank books.
“I have a better idea.” With a long moan, I pulled myself off the toy and took my T-shirt off, tossing it on the grass. I walked slowly to the trunk and retrieved a shorter but thicker dildo with tiny ridges going around it. It was deep orange—the closest in color I could find to Rowan’s cock-zilla.
I gave Rowan a saucy wink over my shoulder, then sucked the toy to the middle of the front hood of the car. “This one is closer to your cock in thickness.” I climbed on, and positioned myself crab-like with my hands braced on the hood behind me and my feet wide enough for Rowan to see exactly where the dildo was going. With the help of more lube, I was impaling myself on the tip of the monster.
“Enjoy the view.” I moaned, sinking lower, enjoying the stretch. After playing with dildos daily, I’d bought this one, hoping to get ready to bounce on Rowan’s dick soon. I was a man on a mission.
Rowan was massaging his inner thigh with one hand and caressing his nipple with the other while his dick twitched, untouched. Was he holding his breath? No, quick and tiny bursts of air were leaving his parted lips that he licked as if he were parched. It wasn’t for water.
Was this a power trip for me? Maybe. “Do you like what you see?”
“Fuck yes. I’ll show you how much.” Rowan gripped his cock and held still, taking deep breaths. Then, he began slow strokes. His restraint was admirable.
I lowered my hips, letting the dildo in halfway where it was at its thickest
“If I can fuck your car like this, imagine how I’d fuck you.” I was all talk with my thighs trembling and my dick twitching, ready to burst.
“Oh gods, Milo, you’re gonna make me come.” Rowan twisted his hand on the upstroke, pulling the foreskin midway over the head, then down.
“That’s the plan.” I panted, bouncing on the dildo in shallow movements now.
“Stay where you are. Please. Ah!” Rowan tossed his head back and roared like a wild animal in the woods. I was surprised he didn’t scare any birds.
His cum landed on his chest, but he continued jerking off, slowly touching himself as he pulled to his feet. With dick still in hand, he stalked over to me and braced a hand between my parted legs.
“You’re the hottest person that ever graced the Earth. Come in my mouth, baby.”
He took my cock between his lips and sucked with the expertise of a man who loved doing this, moaning and bobbing his head.
I lasted no more than ten seconds.
Shooting into his mouth, I keened as he licked around my cock. My legs wobbled, but Rowan was there, holding me by the thighs and lifting me up and off the dildo and into his arms.
He carried me to the blanket and took my lips in a slow, lazy kiss we indulged in until our bodies cooled down from the high of the encounter. Rowan nipped my jaw, then buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked cheekily, even though I already knew the answer.
“You’re amazing.” He nuzzled my collarbone, then laid his head on my chest.
“If I had my camera out there, I’d love a picture of you on this blanket. You looked so hot.”
Rowan chuckled and kissed my nipple. “You can take one now if you want.”
I wiggled from under him and skipped to the car, then slowed the fuck down cause my legs were barely working. I dug out a packet of wipes and my instant camera.
Rowan spread on the blanket with one hand behind his head and the other covering his groin. With the woods as a backdrop, and the snacks next to him, he was an image worthy of a Monet painting.
I snapped a pic, and the camera whirred, spitting out the print.
“Now, I’m starving.” I joined Rowan, and we dug into the food.
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