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Out of the corner of my eye, she’s biting down on her lower lip, her hands clutching tightly at the door and the side of her seat. Angie’s head tips back and her eyes flutter closed as her legs spread a little wider when my fingers find her clit.
Thank God, the road isn’t too busy. I’m not paying nearly as much attention to it as I should be. I keep sneaking glances over at Angie as my fingers strum her clit and she’s mewling and moaning, and her hips are bucking against my hand. She’s close.
Her eyes fly open as she comes, gasping out my name as she does. My cock twitches and my stomach clenches. Fuck. That was a beautiful thing to hear.
“Pull over,” she gasps. Why? I glance over at her, raising my eyebrows.
“But we’re almost at Oxford.”
Angie is more focused on getting her breath back than looking at city signs.
“Pull over,” she commands again. Okay. I indicate to leave the motorway.
“Okay, but why?”
I turn us down a more secluded country lane and park the car. Oh. Because it’s my turn to struggle for breath.
“Because I don’t want to die,” Angie mutters as she unbuckles her seatbelt, kneeling on her seat, and leaning across. Her stomach rests on the center console as she undoes my belt and unbuttons my jeans, reaching in and stroking my cock before it disappears into her hot, wet mouth.
Shit. I actually moan with how good it feels, my mouth dropping open as I slide my fingers through her silky hair.
“Fuck, babe. That feels amazing.”
Angie snickers, her mouth crammed full of my cock and the vibrations have my hips jerking up involuntarily. Angie makes a muffled sound as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she slacks her jaw and starts bobbing her head. In almost no time at all, my balls are tightening, and I gently tug at Angie’s hair.
“Babe, I’m about to come,” I warn her, but my words merely spur her on, and she sucks hard. I explode, sucking in a breath as I squeeze my eyes shut and savor the incredible sensation.
By the time I finally open my eyes, Angie is buckling herself back into her seat, wiping at her mouth and smirking across at me. Quickly buttoning my cock away, I pull back onto the motorway as she flips down the sun visor to use the mirror there to fix her hair, which I mussed up while I was holding onto it.
When we pull into Oxford, Angie’s eyes are as wide as saucers, as she stares out the windows of the SUV, gaze darting around, taking everything in. Like a lot of the older cities in England, Oxford’s architecture is incredible.
Parking, I trail Angie around as she gapes and takes in all the sights she can. Eventually, I’m getting cold and hungry again, so I snatch up her hand, tugging her up against me in the middle of the sidewalk and kissing her hard.
“Time for lunch. I know just the place.”
Angie lets me take her hand and lead her to the small, intimate, family-owned pub I frequented in my time in the city. We are quickly seated in a small, cozy corner booth and furnished with some mulled cider while we peruse the menus. Angie glances around in surprise.
“How did you know about this place?”
She is crazy curious, and I grin over at her. “I used to eat here at least once a week in the semester that I studied at Oxford.”
Her eyes widen, and her voice comes out in a squeak. “You went toOxford?”
Holding up my hands in a surrender position, I laugh. “Only for a semester. It was an exchange program thing. Uncle Bill thought it would be good for me.”
Angie studies me for a moment with a nod. I guess I kind of figured that she would ask me more about why Uncle Bill wanted me to study here, but she sets her menu aside and smirks at me.
“And what is your favorite memory of your time here?”
Okay. That blindsides me for a moment. I blink at her, casting my mind around.
“Uh, trivia Thursdays.” A grin tugs at my lips at the memory. “I used todominateon US centric questions. Then I’d get my ass handed to me on everything else.”
Apart from when the server comes to take our orders, bring us food, or furnish us with more drinks, Angie and I are left undisturbed in our booth while she teases me and prompts me to reminisce about my time here in Oxford. I tell her stories I never even bothered to tell the other boys. I don’t think that I’ve ever talked about myself so much in my life.
It’s not until the server returns to offer us the dinner menu that I realize we’ve been sitting here, chatting forhours, without even realizing how much time has passed. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me withanyonebefore.
Angie blinks at the server in surprise. “Oh, we should head back to Kent.”
