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She blows through the fabric of my shorts, onto my dick, and the hot air feels good. “Bridget,” I whisper as I look around us. We are in peak-hour fucking traffic.
“I just want a little taste,” she murmurs against me.
Fuck. I change lanes.
I put my hand on her shoulder as she pulls my shorts down.
I wince as she takes me in her mouth and I stop at traffic lights.
“Fuck, Bridget.”
She giggles around me, and I glance over at the drivers of the cars all around us, going about their business.
“I’m going to crash the fucking car,” I whisper.
“But what a way to go.”
I stroke her hair as she builds a rhythm. Oh, fuck. I lean my head back against the head rest. Her tongue flicks over my end. My mouth hangs open in awe.
Holy shit…
Christ…
Christ Almighty.
My body begins to throb as I watch her head bob up and down. The lights change, and a passing truck honks his horn and gives me the thumbs up. “Lucky bastard!” he calls out his window.
Oh, shit.
“Bridget. That truck just saw us. Stop…” I beg.
She giggles again. “I’ll stop when you blow in my mouth.”
Fucking hell. She’s hot. “What puts you in this fucking mood?” I ask. “You reckon I’m a sex maniac,” I splutter.
“This big beautiful dick,” she murmurs around me. She starts to really pump me with her hand and my legs spread without instruction
Fuck. I’ve got to pull over. I am going to crash the car for real.
I see a sporting ground and pull into the parking lot, and she pulls my shorts down and really lets me have it. Long, deep sucks follow with her hand pumping my cock. Both my hands are on the back of her head and I can’t even see straight.
“Give it to me,” she whispers.
That’s it… that’s my breaking point. A man can only take so much. I put my head back, screw up my face, and come in her mouth.
And like the fucking sex goddess that she is, she drinks it down and then licks me clean.
I lie back in my seat, sated on so many levels I have no idea where to start.
She sits up and licks her lips with a cheeky smile. “I’d like to go swimming now, please.”
I laugh and bring her to me, kissing her lips as I come to the terrifying realisation of what I already knew.
If this ends again, it’s going to fucking kill me.
* * *
BRIDGET
I lie on my back at Bondi Beach. It’s just 9:00 p.m. on a hot Sydney night. It’s thirty-eight degrees, to be exact. Ben and I have been swimming and laughing all afternoon. We had fish and chips on the beach and now we’re both having a beer.
I’m relaxed, and the happiest I can remember ever being.
Ben is leaning up on his elbow close to me with his hand resting protectively on my stomach. He sporadically leans down and kisses me softly.
“Have you seen Eric?” he asks.
I frown. Oh. That’s a change of pace. “I’ve been trying to call him.”
He glares at me and raises an eyebrow.
“I wanted to see if he’s all right after the fight.”
“He’s fine, I hardly fucking touched him,” he snaps as he rolls back onto his back.
I sit up. “Are you annoyed that I tried to call him?”
He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes, but he doesn’t answer me.
I peel his arm back, so I can see his face. “Ben, I don’t feel the same way about Eric as I do about you.”
He watches me.
“But I care for him.”
“Did you love him?”
I shake my head sadly. “No.” I pause. “But he thinks he loved me.” I run my fingers through the sand as I try to articulate my feelings. “You know, I just up and left him, and then a week later he sees me kissing you.” I drop my head. “I’m ashamed of how I treated him.” I lie down and put my head on his chest. “That’s why I don’t want anyone to know about us just yet. I want it to settle down before we come out in the open. Even my mum… how do I explain moving on so quickly to her?”
“Why did you move on so quick?” he asks.
I pause before I speak. No… just say it. “You’re the man I never got over, Ben.”
I reach up and kiss him softly. “I feel like we just picked up where we left off. Like we’ve never been apart.”
He smiles softly as if mollified. “Well, you’re my girl.” Our lips touch. “You’ve been my girl all along.”
I smile against his lips as he wraps his arms around me.
“I don’t want you calling him again.”
I lean back onto my elbow and frown. “You can’t tell me not to call him.”
“Yes, I can. I just did.”
